8.
Hours later, the 5 royals were horse riding after the white stag.
"I can't believe we are all doing this!" Susan's voice was heard through the woods.
"Aslan wanted us to go after it before the wedding, sorry!" En responded.
"This is funny, Su, stop complaining." Lucy's voice rang "Still, we should hurry, or there'll be no wedding."
"At least we can keep all the cake for us." Peter joked.
"Hey! Wait!" Edmund was being left behind.
Peter had woken them all up at night, except Lucy, she had been woken up for the soon bride-to-be. They had a mission, specifically ordered by Aslan, before the wedding.
To catch the white stag.
And so, they had been horse riding all night. Edmund slowed down when he heard Philip's heavy breathing.
"Come on, Ed." Susan came back to him, followed by everyone else.
"Just catching my breath"
"That's all we'll catch at this rate"
"What did he say, Susan?" Lucy said meddling.
"'You girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself'" Susan said imitating Edmund.
They all started laughing, except Enola whose eyes had been distracted by something. They had arrived, she observed.
"What's this?" Peter was the first one of the Pevensies that noticed it.
He climbed down his horse and her sisters followed him. Enola climbed down with the help of Edmund. He gave her the look he had given her all those years. He would raise his eyebrows at her every time she put a special effort on her right leg. The look would say "is your leg okay?" En would only smile back at him.
"It seems familiar" Peter said.
Enola took a step back and look at the four Pevensies right where they had started.
"As if from a dream." Susan said hypnotized by the lamp-post "Or the dream of a dream"
Enola gulped.
"Spare Oom" Lucy realized, then she took off running.
"Lucy!" Peter called her.
"Not again." Susan complained before going after her. Enola was not fast enough to hold Edmund back for a minute, he had run off too. But she was quick enough to grab Peter. She put something in his hand. Peter looked at her in confusion.
"Whatever you do, don't open your hand until you reach Lucy" En grabbed his hand as if her life depended on it and gave him a quick hug. "Now, go!" He pushed him away, and he took off running after his little sister.
Knowing Lucy, she wouldn't stop until she reached their home.
Enola was alone, again. She closed her eyes letting the tears roll down her cheeks as she knelt and crawled inside the trunk she knew was behind her. It was so much smaller than she remembered. Once inside she saw how its opposite end was not opened, so she did the same thing she had done all those years ago, she rested her face on the ground and closed her eyes.
She fell asleep, again, and only woke up because of a voice calling her.
"Ennie! Ennie!" A male voice. Could it be Edmund? She wondered as soon as she opened her eyes but a look at her hands she knew she was back in her world. America. "Ennie!"
"Dad?!" She called suddenly recognizing the voice.
"Ennie?!" The voice insisted.
"Dad!" She yelled as she crawled her way out of the log but before she reached the opened end, the face of her father appeared at the end. "Daddy!"
He helped her out of the log and hugged her as if his life depended on it. She started crying.
Her father!
They were finally together. She kept weeping and when she began to control her breath she noticed he was also crying. Dad never cried. Why could he be crying? Had he really missed her that much?
"Let us go home, Ennie" He said after he controlled himself.
When he started walking, though, she noticed he was limping.
"Dad, are you okay? Is your..." His right leg was parched up.
"Let us go home, Ennie" He repeated.
