Name: Footprints in the Sand

Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom

Summery: It's Peters turn at what he left behind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did can you imagine the royalties.

I Swear I was once called Magnificent

Thoughts of the High King, only days after returning...

Although we have only been back in England for a couple days, I know by simple math, that my dear sweet little Cleo has no doubt grown, and probably married.

That the child which my wife carried when my siblings and I left to track the white stag is probably also grown.

My glorious wife may even now be gone.

My sister Susan, has awoken every morning, only to begin crying hysterically when Oreius is once again ripped from her.

Lucy is the same way, last night I checked in on her before going to sleep myself, her little girl arms were searching the bed for her missing companion, her small lips repeating his name like a prayer.

Edmund is no better, he came out of the study yesterday, looking for his youngest daughter Bille. He was shouting about how she couldn't keep playing in his papers. Turned out he had fallen asleep in one of the professors large chairs and awaken to thinking he was up at the winter hunting lodge.

He, Vienna, and the children did love to get away each year, to the cool winter winds of the lodge.

I myself lay in bed dreaming of warm hazel eyes glowing back at me.

I hug my pillow close, I try to pretend it's a warm female body, but it's cold, and far from my wifes womanly curves.

I recall the first day I ever laid eyes on the woman who was to become Princess Consort to the High King of Narnia. She had come with her father, from a distant land to plead for help in a war they were fighting.

I had just finished speaking to my General, the large centaur suggested that we have a grand ball before sending the troops off to war. To use the gifts of fine wines, and fish from the land we were to help, in order to convince our people it was a good idea.

I had danced with her all night, and by the end decided she would become my wife.

I brought the idea up to her on our voyage to her kingdom, she appeared to be more then excited. She was however unsure if her father would allow her to simply wed such a young king, whose land had recently been wracked by a civil war.

Was that what the world called the war we fought agianst Jadis, a civil war?

Although I had only been High King for two years, I requested an audience with her father once we reached her homeland, and before all of her subjects I pledged to help them defend themselves, if I could have the hand of the fair princess Mariska.

Oreius, my dearest friend in Narnia, and my general had thought it would be a good reason for any country to go to war and thankfully my subjects agreed. It had not taken long only a couple months to remove the invaders from her lands. They had basically gone running upon finding out several members of the Narnian army was on it's way.

Including all four of its monarchs, and the famous centaur general, all of whom had been hand picked by the great lion, to lead his armies.

The day of my marriage had been one for all the world to see.

The High King of Narnia dancing with his wife, was a painting that could now be seen by all who walked the great hall.

There are many paintings you see, up on those great walls.

Each of my siblings and I had a family portrait, and at least one from our weddings.

How I miss my wifes silly little comments on bureaucrats of state.

How I adored her long brunette tresses, flowing over her back.

How I miss watching my daughter play with her cousins.

How she would always try to out run the twins of Queen Susan, she always lost, she hated how she lost to her faun cousins also.

She one day concluded that she should get to ride a unicorn while they played tag. Edmunds two older children agreed, and somehow convinced the stable boys to give them the animals.

Thankfully Tumnus was informed by Mr.Beaver and my brothers horse Phillip. Then with the help of Mariska stopped the children. I recall Mariska and I scolding my dear Cleopatera, that riding was not to be done in the halls of Cair Paravel and that she was much to old to be doing such things, as attempting to ride unicorns in the halls, especially convincing her cousins to do so with her.

She asked the how we could allow Unicorns, talking horses, hinds, fauns, and centaurs into the castle, and yet she couldn' ride on the back of something with four hooves, in the castle.

I was just happy she didn't bring up Queen Susan riding on Oreius's back every now and then, or how Billie would sometimes ride on the back of one of the twins.

I am forced to smile however at that thought, it was at that moment that I realized a lucky break on my part. I would know if one of her suitors had been up to no good with the young princess.

Thank Aslan for unicorns.

Thank Aslan for everything.

I was a king in Narnia, a High King, a Magnificent King, I defeated an evil witch, and lead an army, an army which was made up of numerous mythological beast.

I rode a unicorn into battle, and can recall my only daughters joy, as she rode one around the castle grounds, or out to see the dear beavers.

I was asked by both of my sisters mates, if they could have my sisters hands in marriage.

Not that either girl would have listened if I said no.

I recall the fear in a generals eyes, a general twice my size, and older then even our father, when I requested a private meeting with him, after he had Susan out all night.

I had threatened to send Narnia to war with some far off nation, for no reason.

Being the head general, he would have had to go with them. Then, I told him I'd tell the peace loving Susan it was all his idea.

He had then told me he and my sister had been speaking of marriage. I had immeditaly stopped my tirade, and began discussing the idea with Oreius. Making plans on how to annouce it to the kingdom, and asking Mariska to call in the best dress maker in the world.

To this day although it has been some 16 years, I still do not know why they where out all night.

I would ask Susan, but all she would do it break down in tears. I would soon follow her.

Tumnus on the other hand I caught coming out of my sisters bed chambers aboard one of our ships.

The things I originally said to the faun were quite unbecoming of a king, a man of my stature.

However at that point I did not even realize that the faun was the reason my youngest sister had refused each man, who had asked me for her hand. In fact I told him, that leaving a queens bed chambers in the morning, oldest and dearest friend my ass, it would still stop any of the fine suitors from asking for her hand.

I did not realize that it had been there hope. That Tumnus was too worried to ask for my sisters young hand. She was barely of age, and he was not human. Forget the fact that nither was Oreius and he had married Susan

I soon discovered from a terrifying Lucy in the middle of court later that day, what exactly had been going on right under my nose, for so long.

My wife had just laughed, told my I was being to protective of the queens. She then informed me in bed that night during the sweet pillow talk she always made that this relationship had been going on under Edmund, Oreius, and my noses for just over a year, since the night of the valient queens coming of age ball. That nearly all the kingdom knew, with the exception of us three males.

She had then told me that we were happy, and if what made my sisters happy were not so human males, then so be it. They were after all good souls.

She always had a knack of reading people.

I demanded to be approached by Mr.Tumnus the next day, while sitting upon my throne, before all of court. I then told him he would be forced wed my younger sister withen the next six months. They had been overjoyed, although I told myself it was punishment for not staying pure.

My dear Mariska was there for everything.

She was my greatest ally and friend.

I will love her till I die and beyond.

There will be no other woman for me, as I doubt there will be for Edmund besides his lovely wife Vienna.

I see my family in totally dispare now.

We spent hours that first day with the professor trying to get home, through the wardrobe. Refusing to believe when he told us we couldn't return that way.

So now here I sit, a man who has uncontrollably abandoned his family.

A king who has left his people without a word.

A king who may never again look upon his wives beautiful olive skin.

A king who will never have another warm his bed.

A king who has been unrighteously exiled from his land.

Aslan take us home, give our families peace if we may not go.

High King Peter the Magnificent they used to call me.

But here and now I am no king, not magnificent, nobody's devoted father, no ones loving husband.

I hear Lucy crying again, Susan is going to take care of her this time, both girls will cry then, soon Edmund will join them.

I will go and try the wardrobe again, although I know it is hopeless.

Then I will sit on the floor in what my people called Spare Oom, and I will cry again for my two children, and for my wife. I will cry for my nieces and nephews, for my brother-in-laws, and sister-in-law. I will cry for my throne, for the thrones of my siblings.

I will cry for Narnia, I will cry because I want to go home.

Aslan please take us home, at least allow us to say good-bye.

At least allow me to hold my wife for one more night, to hold my new babe for a few moments, and watch my daughter ride across the grounds, on a magnificent white unicorn.

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