A/N Well guys, this is the last chapter. I hope I kept you waiting long enough! :)

I got some very interesting data for what y'all want to happen, so I spiced it up a bit...

Last Dance

So far, Flie's plan to lay low at the party had worked. The flaxen princess stayed in a shadowed corner as the people around her danced. She sighed in content and leaned her head against the wall, a hand resting lightly on the gash on her side.

"Having fun, princess?" Flie smiled as Peter made his way over to her.

"I'm just trying not to trip anyone." Flie responded. Peter smirked and held out his hand.

"Are you up for a last dance?" He asked. Flie tilted her head.

"What makes you think this is the last dance?" She asked.

Peter didn't respond, and Flie took his hand. Peter led Flie out onto the dance floor.

Flie blushed and looked down as they danced. Peter smiled and continued looking at Flie as they danced. Off to their right, Caspian was dancing with a Telmarine woman, Sail was dancing with Susan, and Edmund and Lucy were talking with some other Telmarines. Everyone was having a good time, ignoring the fact that they had just gone through a war.

The people dancing out on the floor were encapsulated in the music and dancing. People disappeared in a flurry of swirls and twists. The sun had set outside, leaving the room to be lit by the chandeliers and torches.

Memory of the parties in the Golden Age hovered in the Kings and Queen's minds, along with Flie, Sail, and Draigh. All of them longed for things to be as simple as it was then. No war, poverty, betrayal, or hardships. But peace, freedom, friendship, and love. All of those careless days of unexpected food fights and climbing into bed with one another to forget about nightmares in the darkness.

They longed for Narnians to be laughing alongside each other, telling stories of defeating more and more of the White Witch's followers. Fauns dancing in the forest playing beautiful music in the summer. They all knew what was to come. This wouldn't be like it was last time.

"What are you thinking about?" Peter asked Flie.

"The Golden Ages." She said, "How simple everything was then. All of our great times, mostly food fights." Peter chuckled along with Flie.

"Yeah, Mrs. Beaver wasn't too happy with us whenever we did that." Peter smiled, "The best one was probably when we had the Lords of Archenland at our table and Lord Charlan got too confident with you." Flie laughed lightly.

"And I dumped my wine on his head." Flie smirked, "I'll never forget the look on his face. We were really lucky we didn't go to war with Archenland though. But it was worth it." Flie paused, "Remember the cake?" Peter let out a hardy laugh.

"How could I forget?" He laughed, "You shoved my face into the cake!" Flie smiled confidently.

"It was payback for saying that Lucy talked too much." Flie said, "We girls have to stick up for each other! Besides, after that, you chased me down and tried to catch me to cover me in chocolate." Peter smiled.

"Oh yeah," He said, "I forgot about that." He paused, "That was the last thing we did before we got news of the white stag…"

"There are too many blissful memories to count." Flie said.

"Aslan has planned for us to leave soon." Peter said desolately, "What are you going to do?" He asked. Flie took his hand, leading him out onto the balcony.

"I don't know." Flie admitted when they were alone.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Peter asked anxiously.

"I have responsibilities here to Peter." Flie said, "And I don't just mean Draigh and Jo. I can't just abandon my country after war. There are things that need to be done here."

"That's way Caspian is the king." Peter argued, "He will help bring Narnia back together again. I know you don't like to be in one spot for a long period of time, but come back with us, Flie. Flie, I—

"Flie!" Sail jogged up to the couple and Peter sighed, "Aslan wishes to speak with you." Flie shot Peter a regretful look before following her brother.

"You are troubled, my daughter?" Aslan asked as they walked through the garden. Flie nodded, and decided to open up to her father.

"Peter wants me to go with them." Flie said, "I don't know what to do!" Aslan gave Flie a sympathetic look.

"Sometimes the right choice isn't always the best one." He said. Flie nodded, thinking over her choices again.

"The time to choose will come sooner than you expect." Aslan said, "Follow your heart." Aslan turned his head and breathed on Flie's gash on her side. And instant wave of calmness flooded over her, and she sat down on the ground.

"You will not be returning to the party?" Aslan assumed. Flie shook her head, and Aslan padded away. The night air was crisp and cool, and it was hard to believe that they had just gone through a war.

Flie lay on her back and took off her crown, holding it in her hands. The princess stared up at the mass of stars above her, and closed her eyes. The sounds of the party were faint, and crickets sang in the back round.

"I wish you were here, Sacara." Flie whispered, "You would know what to do." Flie opened her eyes and looked up at the sky again.

Aslan was right; the time to choose would come far too soon. Flie held up her crown and looked at it. A flash off to the right suddenly caught her eye and she sat up. Flie suddenly felt like she was being watched… being followed. A cold breeze swept through the garden and caused Flie to shiver as she looked around.

A abrupt scent was on the wind. (A/N Flie having spent most of her life as a wolf had transferred certain traits into her human form. Her senses were much stronger that that of a normal human.) Every hair on Flie's body stood on end. The scent was so familiar to her, as if from a past life. One thought passed her mind, Eldraid.

"No." Flie said out loud, "It must be my imagination."

Flie didn't want to admit that her past obsession had come back to haunt her. It was just like 'Dinglly' had prophesized. Flie was utterly convinced that after two thousand years with him being dead, he wouldn't come back around. Even if Eldraid had been the obsessive stalker type, he wouldn't try something twice. But he would try to get revenge.

Flie shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind and got up from the ground. She needed to be alone just for a while. The princess morphed into a falcon and took off into the night sky. Flie made her way east, towards the ocean. The tang of salt in the air and the sound of water signaled that she was nearing the ocean.

Flie looked down and spotted the ruins she was looking for. 'Cair Paravel,' Flie thought as she landed on the ground morphing into a human, 'It's been a long time.' Flie ran her hand along some of the stones. The blond princess followed a series of random paths, jumping over columns and stomping her feet every now and then.

All of the sudden, there was a hollow thump as Flie jumped up and down. Flie looked around to make sure no one was watching her, before kneeling down and pushing a stone off of the hollow space. Using the sight, she moved the heavy stone plate covering the hollow space. Under the floor was a deep hole. Flie reached her arm down into the space until it covered her arm up to her shoulder.

The hole was deeper than her arm and she had to use the sight. An object flew up and Flie caught it neatly with the hand that was in the hole. Seeing that the hole was the width of a rabbit tunnel, the long object scraped against the side of the dirt tunnel and Flie pulled it out. The object was wrapped in a heavy cloth, and Flie pulled it off to reveal a stone dagger.

In the dim moonlight, a dark shadow revealing the shape of a large wolf could be seen in the forest. The gray wolf watched Flie as she pulled out the dagger. His lips pulled back into a satisfied smirk, and he growled low. He had found what he was looking for.

Flie dropped a few peaces of heavy wood onto a pile using the Sight and it immediately caught fire. Flie took the stone dagger and threw it into the fire. The fire flared and turned blue as Flie whispered in a foreign language.

"Come on, come on!" She hissed, "Burn!"

The gray wolf in the shadows chuckled and slunk back further. "You cannot burn the cursed dagger, silly girl." Maugrim sneered.

Flie cried out in frustration as the fire dimmed and revealed the dagger, unharmed by the flames. Flie grabbed the unscathed stone dagger and walked to the cliff. With great force, she chucked it into the ocean, watching the water swallow it. She slightly grimaced due to her side, and turned around. Without looking back, Flie turned and jumped into the air, morphing into a falcon.

She made her way back to the Telmarine castle with swift speed. Most of the rooms in the castle were dim. The party had ended a while ago, when Flie was trying to burn the dagger. Flie flew into an open window on the floor that her, Sail, and the kings and queens were staying on. She morphed into a human as she landed on the ground and made her way to her room.

"Have a midnight adventure?" Flie looked up, surprised to see that Sail was waiting for her at her door.

"I thought you would be asleep by now." She said opening her door and letting her brother into her room.

"When Aslan said you wouldn't be returning back to the party, everyone started to get worried." Sail said sitting on Flie's bed. Flie stepped behind the dressing curtain and slowly and painfully peeled off her dress. She changed into a light tunic and leggings to sleep in and stepped out from behind the curtain.

"People worry about me too much." Flie said, "I just needed time to think."

"Where did you go?" Sail asked.

"Cair Paravel." Flie sat down on her bed and laid her head on the pillow, "I miss the Golden Ages." Sail nodded in agreement and laid down beside his sister.

"I wish we could go back to when it was that simple." Sail said, "So what are you going to do?" Flie didn't respond for a while.

"That's a question that a lot of people have been asking me lately." She finally said, "The truth is, I'm just tired." Sail listened intently, "I want everything to be over. I just want things to stay simple like they used to be. I think…" Flie couldn't finish her sentence.

"That you just want to start over." Sail guessed, "With him?"

Flie smiled and laid her head against Sail's chest, glad that he understood.

Aslan walked with Peter and Susan around the courtyard of Cair Paravel. Peter and Susan looked off distantly as the great lion talked to them.

"You will not be able to return." Aslan said softly. Peter and Susan nodded sadly.

"But why not?" Peter had to ask.

"You have learned what you can from Narnia," Aslan said, "Now it is time for you to make a living in your own world."

"What about Flie?" Susan asked, "Will she be able to come with us?" Aslan looked up with sad eyes.

"The choice is hers to make." Aslan said. Peter and Susan nodded again. The lion looked up suddenly as if he expected something.

Sure enough, Flie was rapidly making her way over to them, Sail hovering around her with worried eyes. Aslan stopped walking and waited for Flie to speak. Flie's face was full of anxiety and some excitement.

"What is it, my daughter?"

"They can't leave yet." Flie said breathlessly and Peter and Susan looked up in surprise, "There has been another prophecy."

A/N LOL! How many of you guys actually believed that this was the last chapter? If you know me, I wouldn't make it simple! And yes, I did feel like mentioning 'Dinglly' again. :D

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