Story: Footprints in the Sand
Author: The Evil Pink Squirrel of Doom
Summery: The Professor's thoughts and feeling as he learns about the children's adventures in Narnia, and unexpectedly their families.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I wish I did, I really wish I did, maybe if I put on my ruby slippers and click my heels three times… Damn it didn't work.
Authors note: Sorry if the grammar is really bad again, once more it is a Red Wings playoff game night. We just tied it in the third period, that's why I love these boys, they keep it interesting. Thank heaven tonight for Swedes. They have such a pretty country and damn, can those boys play hockey. (Just look at the Olympics, all the Swedes who scored in the gold metal game, yeah they play for the Detroit Red Wings) Also as to why I didn't just write this tomorrow evening, ummm… the Detroit Pistons play, and well, yea not as good as hockey but still, good chance at another championship. Ok, enough about Hockeytown, being playoff city, and my little rambling. I just had to get it out, now on with what I feel may be the last chapter unless I get some really good feedback and ideas.
I Swear I was there When the Deep Magic was Written
Digory listens, and hopes…
When I first discovered that young Lucy had been to Narnia I was overjoyed, to discover, somebody else had been able to get there.
I spoke to the eldest two of siblings who were staying at my home, I told them to simply believe.
I spent the rest of that night, thinking of my time there, of Polly, of my mother, of that merciful apple.
I thought that they would have an adventure, that perhaps they would be able to help my dear old friend Aslan with something.
The moment I stepped into my spare room and saw them laying there on the floor I was excited to hear there tale.
Of course I'd believe them, but what I heard was beyond what I'd expected.
I told them they should start at the beginning, they did.
They told me of Mr. Tumnus, Lucy began to cry, they explained traveling with talking beavers, and meeting father Christmas, I found it strange at first that Edmund remained silent during this part.
When I discovered what he had done I do rightly believe I amazed them all.
"Did Aslan forgive you?" he nodded his head, apparently confused.
"Then there is no reason for you to speak about what occurred to you." They all nodded and continued to there tale.
They talked of Aslan's camp, of his general Oreius, or at least Susan did, between bouts of tears.
They went over there adventures, I found out the Peter had been married to a beautiful Princess Mariska, he spoke of her gladly and told me of his daughter Cleopatra, I had smiled and asked about the name, his answer was simply, 'it means magnificent glory of the father'.
Peter had spoke about a campaign in the north to push the giants further up into the mountains. He talked about his wife, and how glorious she was, how they met, and about how they had been expecting another. He told me how he secretly had been praying it was a boy. But he would never tell his wife of that fact.
"She would have beaten you senseless" came Susan's response. He spoke of the things his daughter had done, and of watching her play tag with her cousins, a story I would hear time and time again.
When he told me she had cousins, I asked ever so carefully if they were on her mothers side.
It was Susan who had answered ,then she had surprised me, which is a very difficult thing to do by telling me she had wed a centaur. What was even more interesting was that her spouse was the general of Aslan's army. She explained that after years of trying they had a set of twins. She talked of them as if there were her entire world. She went on to say that she believed herself pregnant again.
I had nearly told her that it was now not likely, I felt terrible, I had to tell the kids they couldn't go home, but first I needed to hear the rest of the story, to see if perhaps there was a way they could return to their kingdom.
Susan then told me of the games the twins and there formidable father used to play, of how she and the general finally came together after dancing around the subject for what felt like forever.
She spoke of accompanying him on a journey to the Trigan Islands, a tropical paradise, of how fear of him not returning from a campaign with the Havenlands had finally convinced her to tell him of her love.
She spoke of laying on a grassy hill miles away from there castle, Cair Paravel, with her husband, and two sons, a blond haired, hazel eyed, white furred centaur named Riordan, and the elder one of the two who looked just like his father. She told me how her husband used to tell her and the colts about the stars, there constellations and glory. Lucy had then broken in with how Susan had never been interested in the night's sky till one day before the two had even began courting.
From what young Lucy had to say Oreius, had met with the monarchs prior to a battle with the Marians, a race resembling vampires. While walking the queens back to their tents, he had told them about the story of the centaur and the hind, then pointed out where in the Narnian sky the constellation was. Susan had recalled that moment, she had then regular been seen in the library of the palace looking up constellations in the Narnian sky.
Edmund had then made fun of how Lucy seemed to simply fall in love with the idea of music, and had become quite insistent she learn multiple instruments after meeting her dear Mr. Tumnus.
At first I had been confused, the children did not explain to me till this point they had been in Narnia for twenty-three years. I had at first been caught off guard, I assumed they had been they for a long while, but twenty-three years, that would of made Peter as the oldest only months is not days away from his 40th birthday. When I suggested this Peter told me they had celebrated his birthday the month before, and it had been a thing to witness. He told me of the astonishing grandeur and apparently extravagant party that had been thrown at the castle. He told me that they had planned to have another one soon if all worked out.
I noticed at this time young Lucy was silent and holding back tears.
"It's gone, it's gone" her young voice so frightened and lost. I stared at her, and suddenly watched as Edmund began to comfort his younger sister. He was telling her how they'd get home, how as soon as they re-entered there kingdom she was be herself again, how Tumnus would have tea waiting, and that she would once more be with child.
I found myself sputtering at this, but surely I should of realized, Lucy would had been thirty-one or thirty-two it would be unreasonable to assume she had not followed in her older siblings foot steps and wed.
She told me between her tears that she had two lovely children, and was wed to the same faun she had petrified when she first entered the wardrobe.
She became more steady as she talked of her loving husband a woodland faun, and of her two children, Prince Koen, and Princess Gwyneth. She told me about how both of her children, of Gwyn playing in the stream down by the wood and how her daughter enjoyed swimming with the mer-people, always giving her father a terrible fright.
She explained how both of her children were fauns, and that her husband had gone on and on about how fauns were notoriously bad swimmers. In the end however it was Queen Lucy who had won the argument saying the mer-people would not allow something to happen to one of the princess of the Narnian crown, and if that was not enough there was always someone nearby who had an ability to swim.
It was then that I learned of Mrs. Beaver, who I had heard of earlier as helping the children reach the stone table.
Lucy explained about how Mrs. Beaver always made sure at least two sets of clothes were put out for Gwyn, and that Koen was never far from her side.
The children all talked of help from there animal friends. They told me of how the children always complained they could never get away with anything.
Although I am assured the four princesses and four princes got away with more then any normal child, man or beast ever probably had.
I was told of a time that Peter and Oreuis had caught Koen, Gavyn and Cleopatra bribing a dryad to not tell the royals about how they had been caught sneaking treats from the kitchens right before dinner. Or the time Cleo, Hestia, Avidan, and Billie had bribed the stable hands to give them horses so they could ride in the halls of Cair Paravel, whilst playing tag with there hoofed cousins.
It was then I asked who Hestia, Avidan, and Billie were. Edmund had proudly answered they were his and his wife Princess Vienna's brood.
He spoke of his wife, and how she loved to dance. He talked of how his sons sailed the seas with him and enjoyed wearing his fathers navel uniform. He talked of how for Christmas last year his wife had commissioned for they young boy to have a uniform just like his father, although on a smaller scale.
Edmund explained that his daughter Hestia enjoyed reading, and in fact had an entire library to her self in the eastern wing of Cair Paravel. A gift from Lucy, Tumnus, Susan, Oreius, Peter and Mariska a couple birthdays ago. He talked about how his youngest Billie, and Lucy's daughter Gwyneth loved to play tea. How they both would corral the most powerful men in Narnia every once in a while and force them partake in a tea party.
His eyes became glassy, and tears streamed down his cheeks as he talked of reading his youngest reports while they laid on the couch in his study to get her to go down for her nap.
I looked at these children, who spoke so much like adults, I forced myself to inform them they could not go back, not yet.
I told them the wardrobe was blocked off, I told them they couldn't get back in that way.
They had all looked at me horrified.
They had all run to the spare room, they worked for hours that day, and the next trying to get back in.
Susan had pounded inside on the back, screaming for Oreius, Aslan, anyone who would listen.
Lucy had simply broken down and cried, violent sobs of a women, of a wife, of a mother who had lost what she held most dear wracking,her tiny, young form.
Peter kept fighting, he punched the outside, he screamed that Mariska needed him, that Cleo was nearly of marrying age.
Edmund just cried quietly in the corner, every once in awhile he'd stand, walk over and merely try once again.
I myself recall the pain of losing Narnia, but mine was nothing like this.
I did not lose a spouse, or my offspring.
It's been nearly two years now, I exchange letters with the children often, they even call on Christmas, my birthday, and on the anniversary of there adventure to the land within the wardrobe.
They still talk like Kings and Queens, which of course they still are.
There mother and father once told me they do not know what I did, but there young children who went away during the battle for Britain are gone, and in their place strong, young adults.
I recall sometimes the time they stayed here, after they saved that land.
How there was not a day in my house where crying and weeping were not heard.
Begging words from their mouths, groveling to Aslan to take them back.
They fear for there children, for there spouses, and for their homeland.
Lucy once told me that all who visit Narnia are no longer under the British Crown, but they are rather Narnians, they are of a different land.
Peter once said after facing the white witch, Jadis and her army down with Oreius at his side, and brother at his back, that Hitler could walk right into the house, and he would not fret.
I truly believe he would not fear any man, women, or beast after the things he had seen, and the battles he'd won.
I feel for these young ones, even a little for there mum and dad.
They live in their dreams, that is where they are truly happy.
The world when they are awake is now nothing more then a torrid nightmare.
I wish that Lucy once again finds that lamp post.
I wish that Susan could ride upon her husbands back another time.
I wish that Peter once more would meet Aslan.
I wish that Edmund could play tea once again.
I wish the King and Queens of Narnia could return to their golden age.
I wish we could all return to the land beyond the wardrobe, where a lions sing, centaurs run, where fauns dance, and beavers talk.
We will of course all return, but to those of you who read this, it will be a different time, Lanterns Waste, Cair Paravel, and Aslans how, will all be gone.
A new age will come to pass someday, and at that point we'll all walk once more with the great lion.
Peter will stroll with his family on the sandy shores of the eastern sea.
Susan will ride upon her husbands back beside her twin sons, beneath a Narnian moon across the land.
Lucy will once more drink tea and eat sardines while the children play before the fire, there father playing his flute, somewhere deep within Lanterns Waste.
Edmund will once more dance with his wife upon floors of gold, and play with his children within hall of marble.
And I will once more be a King, with Polly, a queen, at my side.
Aslan will one day allow us to go home, I can only hope the memories of these children families are enough to keep their belief alive.
But then again, there mother tells me they still cry for a far away land, they beg for a lion, and to stand one again, within the castle of the four thrones, their kingdom, forever Narnia, there true homeland.
Just remember children once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen of Narnia, and I promise in Aslans name, all will be fine.
Author's Note: It there is anyone else whom you'd like to hear from, leave me a review requesting it and I will get it done as soon as possible, hopefully right after the next chapter of 'One Must Always Expect the Unexpected'. Other wise I believe this story is Fin.
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