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Authoresses Note: Short, I know. But good for an ending! I've enjoyed writing, but this isn't the last you've heard of me! MWAHAHAHA *breaks off into caughing fit* Sorry. Anyway, please review!
The Neverending Winter
Chapter 36
Lucy re-entered the room to find Peter sitting on one of the steps of the Stone Table, looking at the picture of Aslan. She walked towards him, a bit afraid of what is reaction would be. He didn't even glance at her as she sat beside him, only sighed and closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry." were his first words.
"What?" she asked.
"I stood there like an idiot. She could have killed you... she would have killed you if Edmund hadn't stepped in. And I'm sorry." he said, finally looking at her.
"It's alright. I understand. You've been needing help, and the witch was the first truely powerful one to offer it." she said.
"But that didn't make it right. I didn't even think of the consequences. She would have killed my little Lucy."
"I'm not little."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too. Well... you are to me anyway. I know your growing up... again. But... I've just been scared to say anything to you. Afraid whatever I might say would hurt you. Or if I even touched you, you might dissapear like you, Susan, or Edmund sometimes do in my dreams. But I know now that your not as fragile as you were... now that she's gone. And I'm sory for being such an a... jerk."
"Peter, stop. Like I said, I understand. You don't have to worry about it... but it is nice to have my brother back." she smiled, hugging him tightly.
He chuckled, hugging her back tightly. "It's good to be back."