Peter Pevensie was now 35. He was happy. He had a good job. A wonderful daughter that reminded him of himself through her looks and thinking, his late wife through her actions, and her aunt of wanting to be a know it all sometimes. Emily had been his life after Amelia died. Emily was only three at the time. He was twenty-three. He now lived in a suburb off of London next to his brother and his son. The only thing that had really changed about him was his height and his hair was a bit longer. Yet he still looked youthful.
His vivid blue eyes stared intensely focused on the paper he was reading. He looked up confused. Why had the noise of his nephew's and daughter's running suddenly ceased. Edmund looked up from his paper as well. "Andrew's paying rough again. I'll bet on it." he said. "I'll take your bet." Peter said smiling and rising from the table. Edmund grinned as well following Peter to the stairs. "Ok, I'll bet ya to pieces of Turkish Delight to whoever finds them rough housing first." Edmund said taking on set of steps. Peter took the other. He walked slowly listening for any sounds of struggle. About in the middle of the second flight of steps he ran into Andrew.
" Ha! No one wins the bet" he said. Andrew looked at him confused. He handed the letter to his uncle.
Peter read what was addressed on it. He swallowed hard. "Go get your father and bring him back here." Andrew nodded and took off.
Peter sat down in disbelief. It said:
High King Peter the magnificent,
We will offer a ransom for your daughter. The safe return of the princess will only be obliged if you give control of Narnia to us. If not then she will be sacrificed as an example. If you accept these terms meet us at the stone table.
Sincerely,
The new King and Queen of Narnia
He sat stunned. The only thing left in his life was now gone. The only thing that had really mattered to him. He had to get to Narnia. His thoughts were interrupted by two familiar voices.
"Well, Lu looks like he's dead to the world." Susan Pevensie Davenport said.
"I agree." Lucy Pevensie answered.
"We have to get inside the wardrobe." he said quickly jumping up.
"What's he taking about?" Susan asked. But before she could get an answer Peter was off followed by Lucy. Edmund and Andrew came up behind Susan. "Where'd Uncle Peter go?" Andrew asked.
"He said something about the wardrobe." Susan answered.
"Then let's go" Andrew said.
So he, Susan, and Edmund trailed behind the rest of the family. Each taking turns climbing into the wardrobe.