Rebecca sat up in her bed; her talk with Susan had produced nothing interesting. Susan had simply said that she was sorry for the events of previous days, and that she looked forward to getting to know Rebecca. The thought of that meeting was not the one in her head. The thought that consumed her thoughts was that of the time she spent with Peter the night before. She remembered his kiss, his touch, what they almost did, what they ended up doing, and the way he had acted towards her, allowing her that she could fight beside him, which was all that she really wanted to do. It wasn't until then that it hit her that she meant to ask Susan to teach her how to fight. Oh well, but I best get her help as soon as possible, thought Rebecca. Quickly, however, her thoughts melted back towards Peter.
I'm coming in, like it or not!" said a voice from outside. Rebecca jumped, recognizing Peter's voice, and then she smiled, and said that it was fine if he entered. "You know, I said I was coming in whether you like it or not, that I was going to enter, so you don't need to give me permission." Peter did not know what was coming over him lately, but he felt happy, and comfortable now in Rebecca's presence. A side of him that had not been unleashed since before the war back home was pouring out of him, and making him someone that Susan had seen only once, Ed maybe just a little bit, and Lucy never.. Also coming from with in was a side of himself that even he had never known. It was a happiness that was fully active only the presence of Rebecca, and though he was worried for the war and because of Rebecca's dream, his life, he was happy.
"Well, it doesn't matter, you're in here. How are you? Well, I mean you seem great, but other then that, how are things?" asked Rebecca, still showing signs of nerve and tensions in the presence of Peter. This time, however was different. Originally it had been because she was afraid of her feelings for him, now because she feared for his life. For some reason, Rebecca did not feel like playing off of the seriousness of the time. "You probably already knew this, but I am going to fight with you."
"Yes, well, I figured that you would end up choosing too. I got around to thinking about it, and I decided that well, having you there would make the fight easier to bear, and a death situation just the same." Rebecca had the possible death on her mind first, but Peter was the first to mention it. The smile that had a little glow still remaining on her face instantly vanished. Peter saw a look of sadness spread over to her face, and he immediately walked over to her and held her close to him. "It's alright, I'm going to be fine, and we will make it out of this war just as well as the last." He tried his hand at comforting her, though he was not saying what he believed, not entirely.
"I know that you are strong, and that you are a good fighter, and that you have endless bravery, but I can't believe you, somehow there is something in my gut, telling me that I'm seeing what is truly to come." Rebecca tried to stop herself, but couldn't as she broke in to tears.
"Becca, don't cry! Everything will be fine, with me or without me. Susan, and Lucy will not be fighting, and Susan said that she was going to speak to Edmund about staying with them. If I do die, and you remain alive, I want you to g back with them. If I live, I ask you to consider heading back with us, but I will not ask you to if you do not wish to." Rebecca pressed her head into Peter's chest as he spoke. His embrace was warm, but not comforting, not now.
"I-I promise." Peter reached down and wiped the tears off of Rebecca's face. When she kissed him, she felt as if she was one with him, and when he kissed her, he felt as though there were nothing left in the world of Narnia, or the human world except for the two of them.
"Now I know that I have said this before, but I love you, I have never even come close to feeling this way before now. You have made all of the difference in my life, and in just a short amount of time. It is you that has turned my life from something average to something wonderful and special. I would rather die tonight than to live the rest of my life without you." Peter spoke words that he never thought he would, and he meant them. Everything that was pouring out of him right there was completely, and totally genuine feeling for Rebecca.
"I feel the same way Peter, if I had never met you, I would still be no one. I would be lost, I would be lonely, I would be without any meaning in my life, but you are here now. You make me feel strong, and safe." Peter sat down on the bed, and pulled Rebecca right next to him. Suddenly, Rebecca had nothing to say. She wanted this moment to last forever, to never end. All she wanted was to sit there, with his arm around her, and her head on his shoulder, forever. Whether Peter felt the same or not, she didn't know, but either out of respect, loss for words, or of a mutual feeling, he too was pleasantly silent.
"Come on; let's go downstairs, I want to show you something." Peter gently removed his arm from around her shoulder, and stood. Rebecca followed him outside, and into the woods. They walked for miles, and miles, until they reached a section of the river that flowed into a lake. There, in the middle of the lake stood the remains of the Witch's castle. All that was left was the stone foundation, and the trees, though they were now green and full. Rebecca gasped; she had not seen the castle since she was a captive inside, when it was still the endless winter.