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The messenger only stayed for two nights, and with an acceptance letter from Peter and myself to Lune, along with several reply notes from Susan, he returned to Archenland. Thankfully, Peter had decided to wait a week before we left, to allow him to spend some time with his sisters. Ed wished to come with us, but Peter asked him to stay... One of the kings had to watch over Narnia while we were gone. As expected, a small regiment of soldiers would accompany us, and to my joy Stilden offered to accompany us as well.

Six days passed by, I spent my time sparring with Edmund, unfortunately I had lost some of my skill with my Sais, but by the third day I was able to defend myself properly once more. It felt so odd, being helpless as Ed disarmed me over and over again. We practiced in one of the courtyards, clear of any benches or ponds, a perfect area to train.

"Make sure your arm is higher," Ed instructed swinging.

Blocking it, I launched forward with my right sai, tearing his sleeve while my left pushed against his sword. "I know, I know..."

"Hiii-yah!" he used both arms to strike at my chest. I jumped to the right, but not before the tip of the blade cut the front of my tunic, exposing my stomach.

"Instantly, I dropped my sais and fell to my knees, examining the tear. "It's not fair..." I mumbled, a lump forming in my throat.

Edmund kneeled besides me, "Are you alright? I didn't cut you did I?"

I shook my head, "No."

He rubbed his neck awkwardly, "Do you want to stop?"

The lump grew bigger and I felt my eyes water, "I don't understand it Ed, I know all the moves, my formation, all of it! But when I try to use it, it's like I am a beginner all bloody over again... I thought I would lose my powers, not my ability."

Picking up my Sais he shrugged, "I suppose you have to learn how to do all the things you did before again, I mean, this time your body is different. It takes more effort now, right? You just have to learn how to move without extra help of powers."

"You're right," I agreed hating it. Standing, he handed my Sais to me, and I placed them at my hip. "I think that's enough, I disarmed you earlier, so I am making progress."

Grinning Edmund nodded, "When you and Peter get back, I'll be very glad to help you some more."

"I intend to practice while in Archenland, see where I stand against their knights." I told him attempting to hold the torn fabric together. We walked inside, both sweating from the day's practice, my breath faster than normal. "Well thank you Edmund, I think I'll go change into something does not expose my stomach."

"Good idea." He chuckled, "See you at dinner."

Walking in the opposite direction, I made my way to my chambers. I had two bags packed already, sitting in the corner of the room, ready to go when our party left in the morning. The journey would take five days if we rode at a comfortable, slow pace. With no need to rush, Peter and I both agreed to travel slowly.

I changed from the tunic into a plain green dress, much to Mrs. Beaver's displeasure I only wore such simple clothes. I did not understand why I had to wear beautiful, expensive dresses all the time... For occasions yes, but not for any ordinary day.

After washing my face with a basin of water, I braided my hair and decided to read for the rest of the afternoon. A book I already began to read laid on my table. Sitting down, I opened the pages, but after a few attempts to read the paragraph I got back up. The day was beautiful, with the sun up and a nice breeze it was such a waste to stay indoors. Tucking the book under my arm, I exited my room and hummed to myself. After walking around the castle so much with Susan, I walked along the familiar corridors until I came to a side exit of the castle. I came across the smell of the stables before actually seeing them.

Once I had Nellas saddled and brushed, I rode out of the castle gates, grinning as the wind flew threw my hair. I never went too far, remnants of Jadis' army still lived out there, and so I chose to stop on the beach within the castle's sight. The sand made walking in my boots a bit hard, but I managed to sit down on the sand without falling. Nellas stayed away from the water, a distance behind me sniffing some crabs curiously.

Opening the pages, I soon tuned out the sound of the waves crashing onto land. The library at the castle actually had some interesting things when I took the time to search through all the shelves, currently I read a tragic love story between two elves. Vicern had explained that most of the books had been written by the elves, but in order to keep them safe from the White Witch they moved their library to the castle. I wondered if they would be coming back to retrieve their beautiful literature...

"You're not supposed to be out here alone."

I tensed up, not expecting to hear any voices seeing that Nellas was a dumb beast. Although, I recognized the voice and relaxed. Placing the cloth bookmark onto page 340, I shut the novel and said. "When you and the others were gone, I came out here alone whenever I had extra time... But I didn't exactly have much time for myself..."

Peter sat besides me, sending a bit of sand onto my leg, and eyed the book, "Is it any good?"

"Well if you consider a tale about two elves meant for each other but are afraid to speak their feelings good, then yes, it's fabulous." I laughed when he made a face.

"You find that sort of story enjoyable?"

I shrugged, "It's written about the pair of elves, apparently it is a true story. Vi recommended it... Said it would teach you what NOT to do when you fall in love."

"I see..." He paused and gave me a tentative look, almost like he wanted to say something.

"What?" I asked.

"Y-You're not happy here are you?"

The question took me by surprise, "What do you mean Peter?"

He stared at me, so intensely that I wanted to look away from his blue eyes. "I catch your expression when you don't think anyone is looking, you look so sad sometimes. What's the matter?"

"Nothing gets past you," I sighed. "I am happy Peter, I really am. But when I see you with Ed and the girls, I just feel so alone. I feel like there is something missing inside me... I have these dreams..." I trailed off. Should I speak of the dreams? Two weeks after the boys left, they began.

"Go on." He pressed softly.

"I wake up sometimes from strange dreams, things that never happened. I'm talking with people dressed strangely, with an odd accent." I bit my lip. "They all called me Dolphin... I don't understand."

Peter chuckled, "Dolphin? Why Dolphin?"

I smiled slightly, "Perhaps it is because I'm always in the water during the dream. There are girls all around me, we wear odd clothing and we throw a ball around... I believe we are playing a game of some sorts."

"Are they nightmares? Do they worry you-"

"No, not at all!" I cut in. "They make me feel so happy... During the day here I feel all alone, but when I'm in those dreams... I feel... I feel like I have that thing that is missing."

He squeezed my shoulder, "What is it you're missing here?"

"A family Peter, a bloody family!" I shouted angrily. "Where is my family? Don't you ever wonder... Why am I here alone, you have Ed and the girls! What about me? Do I have a sister? A brother? Where are my parents..." My vision grew hazy as tears overtook my eyes. "Something is wrong Peter... I do not understand why no one has brought it up, but-"

"It's like the past has been erased." Finished Peter.

"Exactly." I whispered. "Doesn't that scare you? Sometimes, when I wake up from the dreams, I think about what Aslan said. He asked if I wanted to go home.. That confused me, is my home not here with the Kings and Queens? What did the great Aslan speak of when he said 'home'?"

Peter frowned deep in thought, "I do not know Makayla... But I do know this: I have responsibilities, they can not be ignored, I may not understand my past, but I will understand the future. I have to carry on... WE have to carry on." He stood up, sweeping the sand off his arms and legs, and held out his hand. "Come on Kay, let's create a future... One that you'll never forget."

I bit my lip, was that it? Just dismiss the topic like that? Ah well, Peter made a point I suppose. Although we can not remember the past, we can live on in the future... My head pushed away the troubles and I accepted his hand. "Alright Peter, let's create that future."

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The first thing I noticed was the lack of sunlight in the room, only the candle that a hand held lit the room. As I woke up and left my sleepy state, I realized that the day had arrived. This morning Peter and I left for Archenland! The candle lowered and Peter bent forward, so that his face was in front of mine.

"You ought to get dressed, unless you wish to travel in a nightgown."

I panicked and looked down, but thankfully the blankets still lay over me, covering the thin nightdress. For a moment, I thought he meant that he could see my nightgown... Sitting up, and holding the blankets up to my shoulders, I eyed the trespasser warily, "How did you enter my room without opening the door? I would have heard it-"

"I used the door that connects our rooms." Explained Peter impatiently, "Come on, I want to leave before Lu gets up. She'll be terribly upset if we leave, you know how she wants to come."

"Alright, alright." I murmured. "Please leave so I may change. I shall bring my bags down-"

Peter placed the candle on my table and looked around, "Where are they?"

"They're besides the main door," I said and asked, "Why?"

I received my answer when he walked over and picked them up, "I will carry them down, I'm going to the stables right now. The regiment and Stilden should be down there already."

Rather stupidly I said, "Umm.."

"Try to be down soon." He said before exiting the chamber, making as little noise as possible with the large wooden door.

After hearing his footsteps recede, I slowly slid out of my bed. The morning air caused goose bumps to appear on my exposed skin, and I resisted the temptation to return to the warmth of my bed. "Who in the name of Aslan decided to leave in the cold morning?" I muttered picking up the traveling clothes on the table.

At least the candle brought a little warmth to the corner of the room, and I dressed besides the table, seeking out the comfort of the small flame. Even with the candle, my feet suffered, the cold stone floor tortured them. Only after dressing in the riding tunic, I absolutely refused to wear a dress during the traveling, did I put on the boots. The cape was made of fur, bear was my guess, and warmed my back and legs, but my hands still felt the cold air. Running over to my closet, I wanted to find some gloves, but decided against it when Peter had asked me to hurry. My hands would be fine, the sun would rise and there would be no need for all these heavy clothes.

Opening and closing my door proved difficult, but I managed to do it quietly enough so that Lucy's door didn't swing open to reveal a very angry girl. I ran through the hallways and down the stairs, hoping to warm up myself, and thankfully I did. Although, my hands felt like they would go numb any second. I arrived at the stables, just in time to see the regiment be dismissed by Peter.

I openly laughed at him, causing him to raise an eyebrow as I approached. "What has you smiling so early? You aren't a morning person..."

"Your face." I giggled. "You look so cold!"

His cheeks and nose alike were stained pink, the cold air did not bode well with his skin. The touch of the color gave him a sickly look, as if Peter had fallen ill with the cold or sneezed uncontrollably. Understanding why I found his face amusing, Peter's cheeks changed from a light pink to a dark red. "Oh shut up Kay."

"Such a charming King." I teased. "How are you supposed to find a Queen when you speak to women like that?"

If possible, Peter's blush deepened. "And how are you supposed to find a Prince when you're a dragon in the morning?"

Rolling my eyes I retorted, "Who ever said I was interested in finding a prince?"

"Well I just assumed..." Peter's voice drifted away as my head felt like it was about to split.

"You're asking for a Prince." The girl scoffed from the seat next to me. We sat in a strange, large metal form. Inside were chairs that seemed to connect to the ground, and the girl pushed a small, jagged key into a slit. A roar came from the metal, but I didn't jump in fright, it sounded like a normal sound. "In case you haven't noticed Kay, they don't exactly exist anymore. Well there's Prince William and Prince Harry, but they're over in England. I mean, how many Princes do you see going around waving a sword around killing magical beasts."

"None," my mouth moved without my ordering. I had felt disappointed to hear her say that...

Why did the young woman say such a thing? Of course there were princes! Look at Peter and Edmund, once Princes, and there was also King Lune's son.. He too was a prince. How could such a human not be aware of them? This dream from last night had utterly confused me when I woke up at an unknown hour of the night. Who were Prince William and Prince Harry? What was England? What did she mean they 'don't exactly exist anymore'? Why did a human know me? I knew only the human Pevensies and nobles from Archenland.. She seemed to be very comfortable at me, were we good friends?

"Kay?" Peter's hand on my forehead instantly stopped the pain in my head. His icy hand pressed against my skin. "Are you ill? You do not seem to have a fever but you look-"

"I am perfectly fine," I gently pushed his hand away. "Sorry, I just... Just thought about how angry Lucy will be with us."

He did not believe me, I could tell from his eyes. Thankfully though, Peter did not press the matter and left to check that we were ready to go. A faun brought Nellas to me, and politely helped me up and into the saddle. Normally I would do such tasks on my own, but I had promised Mrs. Beaver to act like a proper lady as soon as the journey began. I promised to uphold Narnian pride and traditions... Although, I hadn't bothered to mention my plan of sparring while in Archenland...

"We move out!" Oreius shouted and at once the sound of hooves bounced off the stone walls of Cair Paravel. With a kick, Nellas took off and ran along side Peter's horse. I winced as the air finally numbed my hands... And my recollection of my dream was lost.