These vingettes are named after lines from the song 'I Will Believe' By Nicole Nordeman (did I spell that right?) from the Music Inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. They are organized in order of the lines, and depict moments that, I feel, capture what is meant by the lines used to describe each of the four Pevensies. Any feedback is more than welcome, and I hope you enjoy!
First up: Peter, then Susan, Edmund, and Lucy.
One of us is big and brave
The thought of the battle was not the frightening one: I had been in hundreds of battles before, back in that old life. Back when I was a king. The frightening thought was that I was not the man I used to be: I was a child again. A mere boy about to go up against a man who lived for blood. Would my muscles remember the moves they had learned, or would they reflect the body I was now trapped inside? After all, Caspian had disarmed me without even breaking a sweat.
There was also another thought, one I'd never had in those many battles of my last life, when the real world was only remembered as distant, forgotten dreams: what would happen to me back home if I died here? What would mum say if I never came home again? How would Ed and Susan and Lucy explain my sudden demise?
Lucy.
It didn't matter what happened to me, as long as I gave Lucy and Susan the time they needed. If they could only reach Aslan, all would be well, if not for me, then at least for the rest of them. That was the thing to remember.
But he's so much stronger than I am! His sword swings are hard and fast and pounded down on me like nothing I could think of. Dodge. Use his strength against him. That was the key. Tire him out: he was older. Much older. He would tire long before me. Dodge, swing, hit, anything to get in a strike. My sword digs into something. His leg. I must have hit his leg. We step away from each other; he limps a bit. There is blood on my sword and on his thigh. Yes. I'd hit him.
First blood?
I ache. My left arm feels heavy, and it hangs limply at my side. Please hurry Lucy.
There is a rider approaching in the corner of my vision, and though Susan is there, Lucy is nowhere to be seen. What could have happened? The blur of my thoughts trails off into one desperate reminder: don't loose hope.
Have faith in destiny: I was here for a reason.
I was here to be the brave king I was meant to be.
If I could believe in that, I could face anything.