Hello friends. I am new to the "Chronicles of Narnia" section of fanfiction(dot)net. So, (HUGS) to all of you. I've never written any Narnia fiction before but I am absolutely in love with the books and movies and I want to express that in some way. I am going to start off by writing a series of oneshots and drabbles because I have so many little, beautiful things that inspire me about the world of Narnia. These fantastic inspirations come in a variety of ways – a picture, a song, a word, a youtube video, a scene from the movie, a line in a book … or just the random everyday happenings that remind me of Narnia in some silly way. That is what I want to write about.

So, at the beginning of each chapter I will say what the inspiration was… and whose point of view it is written in. At first, most of these are probably going to be from Peter Pevensie's POV just because I love and relate to his character.

And you, my dear readers, your reviews and comments mean a lot to me. For some reason I had some trouble uploading this story... and I've deleted it and re-uploaded it twice. So, hopefully it will work this time.

Off I go, thank you so much for allowing me to share what is in my heart with you all.

-Oh, and these will be movie verse, book verse or perhaps a combination of the two. It just depends on what I feel.-

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!


Inspiration: The scene in the movie, "The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe" when Aslan has just been killed. The Dryad comes to tell Peter and Edmund the news from Lucy and Susan. Right after that we see a scene where Peter steps out of his tent and talks to Edmund and Orieus. This is just my little expansion on that because it inspires me every time I watch it.

POV: Peter Pevensie


The Dryad had come in the early morning bringing the news from my dear sisters of all that had taken place during the long, dark night. Never before had I felt such sorrow. I told Edmund to leave me as I finished listening to the horrific details of Aslan's death. Somehow I knew my little brother didn't need to know all of it… he had already been through so much despair. I wanted to protect him, even from the heartbreaking news that was now a reality we would all have to face together.

When the Dryad left and I was completely alone in the tent, I broke down and cried. I could barely find the strength to stand on my own two feet. But I knew that I must. As I dressed and tried to make myself presentable for the Narnians, so many thoughts filled my mind. Just the day before I had dreams of becoming a great leader… working side by side with Aslan. Protecting Narnia. Basking in the warmth of Winter's ending.

Now, no more. That dream had ended. This was darkness. I felt so weak, so inadequate, and so cold. I couldn't stop shivering as my fingers worked to tighten my belt. How was I supposed to do this all alone?

Yet, it was as if my whole life I had been destined for this moment. Fighting back my emotions was not an easy task... but as I gazed into the makeshift mirror in front of me, I came to a firm realization.

Aslan was gone. Never again would I have the comfort of his presence all around me. Never again would I have him teaching me how to become King.

King?

I, Peter Pevensie... KING?

My whole entire being was overwhelmed - I could feel myself falling to pieces. But, I stepped out from the tent anyway… walking to a table where Edmund and Orieus were discussing battle strategies.

I opened my mouth to speak, fighting back the urge to cry, "She's right…" I walked to the table in front of me and rested my hands upon it. My brother had no idea that I did this because I didn't think I could stand up on my own and say the next words. So, without looking anywhere but down towards the map of Narnia the words came, "He's gone."

I continued to stare down blankly at what was in front of me; I couldn't find the strength to look into either of their eyes.

That was when it happened…

Edmund's voice was practically the only thing in this world that could bring me comfort at a moment like this. I knew that. In the most innocent, determined way he said, "Then you'll have to lead us.

I licked my lips and turned towards him, my eyes finally meeting his.

"Peter, there's an army out there…"

I looked away.

"…and it's ready to follow you."

I thought my heart was going to break, I couldn't find my courage and I almost despised myself for saying what came next. "I can't…"

Edmund, with firm conviction replied immediately, "Aslan believed you could."

I looked away again. Aslan. Aslan. The name brought so much joy – courage – I knew He had believed in me though I could barely understand why. I was just a boy. What is a boy to do against such an army? How could a boy lead a whole race into a battle? How was I supposed to do it? I couldn't. I felt so… afraid.

The next words changed everything, "And so do I."

Ed. My little brother. The one who had betrayed us all and been tortured by the White Witch. The one who I yelled at on many occasions about acting like an idiot. The one I could barely get along with before Narnia. The one whom Aslan had told us to forgive.

He was the one who helped me find my strength. I looked into my brother's eyes deeply and that's when I saw it. Faith. Courage. Determination. Trust… My brother trusted me. He KNEW I could lead these people.

In many ways Edmund was more worthy of a Kingly title than I was.

His love and encouragement was what pushed me to accept the fact that I had to do this… for Edmund, Lucy, Susan… for the Narnian's… for Aslan… and for me.

I couldn't take my eyes away from my brother's until I heard Orieus's voice, "The Witch's army is nearing, sire. What are your orders?"

Fixing my eyes upon the map, I swallowed my fear, yes… I WOULD fight this battle. I WOULD win this war. This was my time of greatness and I would lead these fearless people.

I breathed in deeply, finding my resolution.

King Peter? Yes. I must be. I will be. Till the death.