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Authoresses Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE! The Epilogue to 'The Journey To The Snowflower'! I apologized for taking so long, but writer's block nagged at me. Finally I forced myself to sit down and finish it. So sorry if it's rushed, but it's all I could truely think of. And I know, it's short. And it's definitely bitter-sweet. So here it is! The last chapter! Thanks for reading, and if you will... click that little purpley button down there and tell me what you think... please. *starts pouting like Lucy*

The Journey To The Snowflower

Epilogue

"Your Majesty! You majesty!" a call came from behind me. I turned around to see a familiar looking mountain lion coming my way. My first thought was that it might be Linav but then I knew it wasn't. He's dead. And then I realized, it's Jeritor.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I heard of what mountain you went too, and I have a few questions." he said.

I nodded. "And what questions would those be?" I asked, already knowing them.

"My family. I took them to that mountain for safety years ago, and I was wondering if you might have seen them." he said.

I closed my eyes and sighed. There it was. The question I knew would come, and here would come the conversation I had been hoping to avoid. It's never pleasant telling someone their entire family is dead.

"I saw... one of them." I stuttered.

"One? Only one?" he asked, a look of sadness coming over his face.

"I'd suggest you sit down, Jeritor, this is going to be painful for me to say, and even more painful for you to hear." I said sadly. He layed down and looked back up at me. "I met your son Linav on my journey up the mountain. Once he found out who I was he wouldn't let me continue up without using him as help to get up. And in the long run, I was very glad I accepted his offer, for if I hadn't I would have been dead long before I reached it to the top." I said. I saw a look of pride come to Jeritor's eyes. I sighed an continued. "He told me the reason of why he was alone. His mother, your wife, became ill and died not too long after you left to come to war. And then not too long after that, his sister, your daughter, drowned in a creek a little ways away from their den. He has been waiting for your return." I said.

"Why didn't he come back with you? Surely you told him of me." he said.

I gulped. This was going to be the hardest part for me to say. "We were attacked on our way down. He told me to continue down, and leave him behind. But before I had gone to far, I found I couldn't do it. The bear made a swipe at him, and it opened a long wound on his side. I was able to kill the bear, but I couldn't save Linav." I said. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. "He said not to mourn though. He said he had been alone so long, he would be glad to join them in Aslan's Country." I said, not quit sure if it was for my own comfort, or Jeritor's.

He nodded and walked away, probably to mourn alone. I didn't know what else to say or do, so I let him go off in peace.

"Edmund!" I heard Lucy called. And a smile grew on my face. She was alive. Actually alive. And she's back to having that bubbly personality I love so much.

"Yes?" I replied as she finally caught up.

"Cassey and her family are coming to live here! Peter insisted upon it, and all she has to do is go back and get them, isn't that wonderful?!"

"Yes it is!" I replied happily.

She had become a close friend to both Lucy and I, and we were both disappointed that she would have to leave soon. And apparently, Peter didn't like us being disappointed.

So this adventure had gains, and losses. Friendships had been made, and sadness had gripped at everyones heart at one point or another. But it was all worth it. Linav is happy and in Aslan's Country. Jeritor took the information farely well. Lucy's alive. Three new people are coming to live with us. And all the while, the bond between my siblings and I had grown stronger. Peter no longer took things for granted. And Susan was more carefree. But luckily Lucy stayed the same. There isn't much you could change about her that would make her more lovable. I knew I would never forget Linav. Even the short time I knew him, he had become a great friend, and a trusted ally. I know Lucy would have absolutely loved him the first moment she layed eyes on him. Susan would have welcomed him with open arms. And Peter would have probably never stopped thanking him, considering how many times that dear mountain lion had saved my scrawny neck! But everything is well, and back to normal.

Now, for the love of Aslan, let's hope it stays that way.