Epilgoue: White Stag, White Waves
Jessie's POV
I had four legs once more. I was fast with speed that others couldn't compare to and strength to push past the tree roots in the ground that tried to break my run. I had hearing powerful enough to hear all four, separate pairs of horse hooves that followed close behind me, but not close enough. I was faster than the man who swore up and down to his siblings that he could catch me. He always thinks he can catch me.
But finally, when I lost them once more, I disappeared behind a bush and four legs became two once more. I dusted off the bright, white dress I wore and peered out at the four, laughing adults. They had all grown immensely, while I on the other hand, remained the young girl who died on the battlefield. That was why I couldn't let them see me watching over them.
As Edmund threw his head back to laugh, his hair fell in his face, and I smiled. His hair always does that.
"What is that?" Susan questioned, jumping off her horse to peer up at the lamppost.
It was a part of the youngest Pevensies' memory, the part of her memory that would help lead them home. I was just the guide that led them to it.
I woke up to a dark room, with the glittering moonlight peeking in through the curtains. My heart was racing miles and miles per minute as if I had actually been running. As I got up and threw a robe on over my nightgown, I grabbed the nearest candle off a nightstand and headed for the library.
I wasn't surprised to see Caspian there, sitting in a plush armchair by the window and using the assistance of a candle and the light of the moon to read over some large parchment on his lap. Every now and then, he used the pen in his hand to scribble something down, reapplying ink to the tip of the pen after using it.
"You're still awake?" I asked, holding the candle close to me.
He looked up from his work to flash me a smile. "Just doing some last minute studying. What are you doing awake?"
I shrugged. "Just… had an odd dream."
"Another flashback?" He asked.
I had finally opened up about all my flashbacks and kept him updated on any new ones.
I nodded, "I think so… They've been happening more frequently lately."
He frowned, "Was it a bad one?"
"No, not at all."
I took a seat next to him and used the next few minutes to explain all I had seen, including the part where I shifted into the form of the White Stag.
"I didn't know you could shapeshift…" He whispered in awe. "Could you show me?"
I giggled, "I don't think I can anymore. Just back then when I needed it to survive. I was on my own as I watched over them, y'know? Couldn't let them know their dead friend was spying on them. How creepy would that be?"
He laughed, "I suppose so… Sounds like a lonely life, though…"
I thought back to how Edmund threw his head back and how his laugh echoed through the woods. I shrugged my shoulders casually. "It was worth it." I finally stood up, still holding my candle in both hands, "Well, I'm going to head off to bed. Goodnight."
Before I made it to the door, he spoke up again, breaking the silence, "Jessabelle?"
I turned, giving him a sleepy smile. "I think that's the first time you've ever called me anything but Lost Girl."
"Is it?" He chuckled. When I shrugged, his laugh died down. He looked lost in thought for a second but I patiently waited for him to ask whatever was on his mind. "How do you feel about going on a mission with me?"
"Huh?" I was taken aback, considering he never takes me on missions. He usually asks me to stay put and watch over the kingdom while he's gone.
"How do you feel about being on a ship?"
