A/N This is important, the story doesn't make any sense without it.

He stood there, dressed in very nice cloths, his upper body filled with strength. He looked down the aisle, today was a very big day, he saw a beautiful - no gorgeous lady standing there in white being lead down by her father. Her dark brown hair that was around chest length was tied up in a beautiful was his wedding, he would be marrying Beth. Even though he was the High King of Narnia, he couldn't believe it, that she would want to marry him.

Later after the honeymoon he sat at his writing when a knock happened at his door.

"Come in" He answered.

"I have some news for you Pete." replied a beautiful young lady with dark raven black hair.

"What is it Su?" Questioned Peter

"Your wife, Beth is ill ..."

"What? How badly?"

"She is pregnant with child"

"Oh, this is great, Simply great dear sister"

"No, The doctor doesn't know if she will live"

"What? Nooo, she must live!"

"There is still hope Peter."

And there was, life went on, hope lived, a striving painful hope. Beth must, she must live, she must. Then the time came for the child to be born.

"Ahhggg it hurts, oh it hurts!" Beth cried out in agony.

"More water bring more water" The doctor ordered. "Now!"

Servants rushed this way and that. Finally all was done, the child lived and so did the mother, though she was weak.

"I will call you Hope, for how we hoped that everything would go well." spoke the mother to the child.

"That is a beautiful name dear Beth" replied Peter

Time went on and Hope grew up. One day there were many a commotion around the castle, for it was reported that a white Stag had been was five when that had happened. And her father and Uncle and two Aunts went out to hunt it. A day later her mother called her over.

"Yes Mother what is it?"

"Remember your name dear child. Now what is it again?"

"Hope Faith Pevensie"

"Yes, and who is your father?"

"High King Peter the Magnificent"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"For it is a day after your father left and he is not to be found. Your father, Uncle and Aunts have vanished." She spoke with sobs.

"What!?"

"I know child, this is hard to understand, I hope and pray that by the Lion's Mane they will return."

"They must, they must, mother, they must!"

Not long after this the telmarines attacked.

"Mother! Moootheeer! MOTHER!" Screams shot through her body. From somewhere in the distance between the falling rubble she heard a cry.
"Hope!, HOPE!"

"MOTHER!"

Running through the rubble, and falling debris she made her way to her mother's side. Her mother's beautiful hair was matted and a mess, her dress torn, and face had blood on it.

"Hope, are you okay?"

"Yes, mother. Are you?"
"Yes child. Come, we must get out of here."

And so they weaved their way out of Cair Paravel and into the woods. There hearts racing and legs numb. Suddenly they heard a crash and turning around say a huge man covered in armor with a longsword - a telmarine.

"Run Hope! Run!" cryed Beth.

And so sprinting forward Hope ran with all her might, she heard a cry behind her and looked around. Her mother had fallen.

"MOTHER!"

"Run! You are Narnia's hope, Run!"

Turning around she ran, not knowing where she was going, not know what had happened to her mother, she ran. Her legs began to hurt, her lungs stang and her eyes watered from the wind and from sorrow.