A/N And another chapter is up.
After a while, the excitement of the effective ritual had died down. Lucy had gone out to visit Mr. Tumnus, Edmund was working on his strategies for the impending battle, and Susan was riding around Narnia with Oreius. Peter lay in his room alone reading up on the spell that had been placed on 13 unfortunate beings. It says here that if the person screws up once, all of the other beings will be released, and anyone that the memory involves will directly feel it, but it doesn't mean the ritual won't still work. If it happens twice, same as one, but the ritual wont work, three times, the person performing it dies, and if a stand in comes, and it happens again, everyone present dies, except for the 10 other beings. Well, that explains it I guess, but the witch can still be released, meaning the war isn't going to go away. Peter was pleased that nothing more had gone wrong, and he was sure it was only a couple of days until his strength came back, and then the real thinking could begin.
Peter closed the book, sighed, and fell back onto the bed. He didn't really want to think about the impending war, but he didn't have much choice. Starting tomorrow, the war was all he was going to have to think about. Squeezing his eyes shut, Peter tried to block out visions of the ritual, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that all that did was make his sight fuzzy. Seeing fuzzy was not what Peter wanted, so he closed his eyes again, this time much more gently, and tried to get a vision of something else, like the river at night, to pop into his head. Instead there came the sight of Rebecca, her long brown hair and dark blue dress flowing. Her deep green eyes set the dress off nicely, but she was fairly ordinary looking other then that.
Back at home Peter had liked a few girls, but it was mainly because their looks caught his attention, he had never really gotten to know them. Rebecca was a change of pace for him in that sense. Susan had boys chasing her since the day she turned thirteen, she seemed to fit the definition of Classic Beauty, even to some of Peter's friends. The romantic involvements in the Pevensie household had been none for Peter, Lucy, and Edmund, and Susan had had one boyfriend for a couple weeks once. Not too much for the two teenagers, but it seemed like plenty. Until now, Peter had little interest in a girlfriend, and he definitely had never felt so strange before. Maybe I was wrong before, I'll be thinking about the war, and my feelings.
Peter's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. "Come in!" said Peter, not knowing who it was, but not really caring either.
"How are you feeling?" asked Rebecca, entering the room. "I came to see if you needed anything," she said.
"No, I'm fine, thanks for the thought," said Peter, sitting up.
"Alright, well, if you need anything, let me know about it, and I'll do what I can," said Rebecca, closing the door.
"Wait, um, please don't go, I'm kind of lonely, and, um, pretty bored, so I would like it if you would please, well, uh, keep me company for at least a little while," said Peter, once again stumbling over his words. "Here, you can sit in the chair, which we should probably just put your name on, talk to me, and save me from the boredom of lying here alone all day," said Peter, trying to get a smile out of her, and it worked quite well.
"Alright, but only because you are the high king!" Rebecca joked, taking the chair next to the smiling Peter. G-d, I've never really felt this way before, I'll just try to act naturally.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't really want you to feel obligated, I look upon you as my friend, and I hope that you view me the same way," retorted Peter, half joking, half serious. Yeah, and I'm getting to the point where I want to be more then friends! Thought Peter.
"Well, I would definitely say that I see you as a friend, I mean, you have saved my life countless times, and you're nice! What's there not to be friends with?" said Rebecca.
"Oh, plenty, plenty, just ask Susan, Lu, and Ed, they'll give a list of my faults so long that you could spend all day listening, and they wouldn't be done," said Peter, joking, but deep down inside, he knew that between the three of them, they probably could.
"Oh, well, everyone has their little…imper…fections," Rebecca was speaking, and suddenly she noticed the way Peter was looking at her. It caught her by surprise, and she slowed to a stop. To her, he looked so handsome sitting there, his hair a mess, and his eyes misty. She needed a moment to catch her breath, but she didn't get the chance. Both of them were swept away by each other, and before either of them knew what was happening, Peter had pulled Rebecca into his arms, and they shared another passionate kiss. This time, however, they didn't stop when they realized what they were doing, and when they broke apart, they were both smiling.