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A/N This is just a little add on. I blame it completely on Fire Siren and Wefeedowls. Hope you enjoy!
Epilogue
I've just woken up though I don't remember when I fell asleep or how long I've been asleep, I daren't open my eyes. I'm probably on the platform having drifted off and dreaming the whole adventure. I'm not sure if I should be disappointed it was all just a dream or relieved that Miraz didn't really stab me. I mean that's the last thing I remember, that and the fact I stabbed him back, anything after that is just a blur. Well I suppose I'd better open my eyes and face facts sooner rather than later. Slowly and mentally I count down from ten, and then I begrudgingly open my eyes.
At first it's blurred but when my vision clears I'm by a stream I can hear the waters bubbling away making me thirsty. I turn my head, Hm trees, huge trees and the grass so sweet smelling and soft. I turn my head the other way more trees then I hear it, a sound both terrifying and soothing. It was a growl, so soft that if I didn't know better I'd think that I'd just imagined it. Instantly refreshed I quickly sat up and sure enough there he was, Aslan. I had so many questions I didn't know where to begin so I just remained silent but I was smiling, it wasn't just a dream. Then it hit me, if it wasn't a dream and I didn't have a massive hole in me that meant.
"I'm dead aren't I Aslan." I said. He merely padded up to me and laid a heavy paw on my shoulder. That was all I needed, suddenly I was overwhelmed with guilt. I'd just left Edmund, Lucy and Susan high and dry, not to mention my parents, how could I have been so stupid! I didn't stand a chance against Miraz I was just so selfish, inconsiderate, I should've listened to Edmund. At that moment I was just so furious with myself, I was angry at my stupidity and my stubbornness. Then I felt Aslan's paw grow heavier and reluctantly I looked him in the eyes, but all I saw was kindness, and was that pride? Confused I was about to say something but a rich, velvety voice spoke first.
"I am proud son of Adam because you selflessly gave your life up for your country and your people. Yes son of Adam, selflessly. Death is part of life, it happens everyday, and I am not alone in my pride either. Your brother Edmund and your sister Lucy are both proud of you and though they miss you terribly, they understand your decision and none of us would have expected you to less." I flushed, but then I heard what Aslan didn't say, Susan, what about Susan? I wanted to ask and was about to when He spoke again.
"Your other sister is marred by much sorrow and anger which clouds her judgment, but fear not son of Adam when she has overcome her rage she will see what she has missed." Slightly reassured I nodded.
"Now come ride on me for a time and I shall take you home." So it was with great anticipation I clambered onto the golden Lion's back and we were off, racing through the trees, then open fields and mountains. Then I realised where we were passing there was the lamppost, over there was Beaversdam and then the ford of Beruna, the stone table. Everything was as it was during the golden age, we were passing by the Great River now, and then, then there it was shining in the summer sunlight; Cair Paravel. I couldn't understand it but I was overjoyed, I really was home. The ride was over as we drew upon the great gates, and hastily I dismounted and beside Aslan I walked into the great courtyard which only days before I'd seen as a ruin. And we weren't alone, Mr Tummus, Mr and Mrs Beaver all our old friends were there, it was a happy reunion; everyone talking at once, laughing, smiling, joking, it really did feel like coming home after a really long day.
After that the days seemed to grow longer and longer until they felt like just one long day with only little outbreaks of night. I went riding nearly every other day just to see everything, it was all the same, yet it was different, bigger. I was filled with an almost childlike wonder at the whole thing. I met people that I'd only heard of before, King Frank and Queen Helen and their children, it was enchanting, like it couldn't be real but it was. Another joyous day came when Reepicheep appeared and there was much merrymaking and introductions. He told all of what happened on the voyage to the end of the world, including Eustace becoming reformed; I was pleased for him, and for Edmund and Lucy who had to put up with him. Trufflehunter arrived shortly after and others who had fought in the second battle of Beruna. A woman was next and I later found out she was Caspian's wife she told us all the next part of the tale and again we all waited for more news. It must have been years later when he appeared, though it felt like only a few days, who could tell in Aslan's country? Caspian came home, and with him came yet more pieces to the puzzle, I heard of Jill and of Eustace's second visit to Narnia and Caspian's little trip to the experiment house. After that was Trumpkin and over the time more people came, I met Caspian's son and all the kings of Narnia that came after.
It was a blow seeing the end of Narnia, but all of us were filled with a great anticipation of what lay ahead, what came next. As we climbed the waterfall and progressed further in I felt aweight that lay within me lift, and it was gone. I felt younger, renewed, I had grown up much quicker than most I had to. When Peter died I had to try and hold the family together, Dad often worked late, Mum was short tempered most of the time, Lucy was still quite young and Susan, she was worst, always out with friends. She avoided family occasions, in favour of her friends, and society, all she cared about was parties and make up, I didn't know her anymore. The only reprieve I found was in the meetings that us friends of Narnia still held, I always felt better when we were talking about Narnia. When we were talking about Peter. At home nobody dared to say his name, everyone feared it, all there was left were the pictures gathering dust in my wardrobe. I would only take them out when i was sure it was only me and Lucy in the house, we didn't fear his name, we took comfort in it. Things were never the same, apart from our room, I insisted it kept how it was I tidied it and preserved it. Mother, Father and Susan didn't dare come in anymore, it was only me and Lucy who found it a safehaven, filled with memories that wrapped us up and made us feel warm, to everyone else it was a torture chamber.
All that didn't matter anymore though, and as we passedover the mountains and looked upon the land that lay before us we all felt a deep sense of being home at last. It was hard to contain my excitement, even harder when everyone welcomed us. I shook hands, returned hugs, but all the while my eyes searched the crowds for a faceI knew would be there. Then I saw it smiling at me from behind Caspian, who hurriedly stepped out the way, Lucy had seen it too and we both rushed to it. Lucy for once was faster and he scooped her into a large hug, which he later broke to allow me in as well.Both Lucy and I were crying and laughing at once, but he just smiled like he knew something we didn't. Then it hit me, we would have to leave, we would have to goback to England. Lucy I could tell was thinking the same thing, Peter must have known what we were thinking but he continued to smile, I didn't understand until Aslan explained how we were dead but more importantly we wouldn't have to leave. Peter was greeting the others now, but I didn't really take much notice, I was home and I had my brother back and I would never have to lose him again.
THE END
(Or as C.S Lewis would say
THE BEGINNING)
A/N So what do you think?