1Where the Sidewalk Ends

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Chapter Twenty Four: Back to the Future

((100 X TIMES SORRY FOR THE LATENESS! I got tendonitis from writing on the computer too much (yikes) and my wrists were shot. My mommy also banned me from any computing so! Here's the next chapter. Ending ahead. And I promise this won't be a cheesy runs from wedding thing on Peter's part. I hate cheesy love scenes))

"Ready to enter hell?" she joked, fixing his royal cape on his shoulders and then grinning at him. Sure, the whole situation kind of sucked. Ok royally sucked, but at the same time, Kristen was fulfilling her dreams in Narnia. She was Queen of a beautiful nation, surrounded by her family. Home was becoming a distant memory and almost as quickly as she had fallen in, she was growing accustom to Narnia's words, traditions and values.

Isabel had asked, or more like told Kristen that she was her maid of honour, and Kristen accepted, knowing that everything had been done. And besides, everyone would be asking why she declined anyways. She did the most Queen-ly thing to do and just accepted the invitation, with grace and poise. She was certainly a changed woman.

"We've done everything we can do. I wish the situation was different" he said as he brushed her bangs out of her face. He looked at her longingly, as if she was so far away instead of just standing infront of him. She smiled back, her skin warming at his touch and hugged him, breathing in the husky scent of him that she had grown to love.

"Same. Just go, get married. Who knows, maybe you'll be happy. She could turn out to be a great girl" she said, acknowledging Isabel's slight normalness. He pulled away from her and they walked down to the hall, Kristen getting her bouquet of flowers and joining Edmund in the line preceding the bride. Peter winked at her from his spot by the alter, and she smirked back, the music starting to play. One by one they sauntered down the aisle and took their spots, and eventually Isabel was at the head of the hall, her face plastered with a too white, to big smile. She looked pretty good, with a gorgeous white gown in traditional Narnian style. She had a big, overly extravagant bouquet of flowers in her hand as she walked, or more like cantered down the aisle. She met Peter at the alter and the service began.

It took about twenty minutes, but as soon as it was over she had run to the bathroom, dying to get away from it all. She didn't think it'd be that difficult. But as she watched a numb Peter accept Isabel's hand in marriage and their kiss to seal the deal, the situation became all the more real. She'd never be with Peter.

But the strangest thing happened. As she was holding up the bottom of her gorgeous red silk bridesmaid dress, everything around her seemed to start vanishing, detail by detail. And by the time she hit the fifth step up the stairs, instead of the all familiar sensation of marble, she found herself falling forwards.

"No!" she screamed, but it was too late. By the time she had screamed, she was already on the sidewalk concrete block she had fallen through weeks ago. Her eyes wandered around in disbelief. Was she truly gone?

Everything was so natural, but so strange. It was odd to see cars, electricity, and normal people again. She didn't belong in this world. She belonged in Narnia. Hopelessly, she banged her fists on the concrete as if it say to let her back in, but she gave up. Finally she looked down at herself, and wasn't surprised to see that she was in her school uniform on her way to school. Her body had changed significantly during her time in Narnia, and she definitely had become more attractive. But she only wanted one person, and he wasn't even in her world to know it.

Miserably, she got up and started her trek to school, not knowing what other possibilities there were. Finally, she reached it and sat down at her usual desk at the back.

"Oh my god is that Kristen?" she heard someone whisper. Glancing upwards, she found all of her class staring at her as if she was a mutant alien. Groaning, she put her head down on her desk, contemplating her next move. She wanted to go back. She'd kill to go back. But it's what they say. You never know what you got till it's gone.

He had seen her leave abruptly and followed her out of he hall a few minutes later. But she was no where to be found. Not in her bedroom, not in any of the bathrooms, and not in the yard. He felt his heart beat start to increase as he opened up her closet, seeing is she was hiding.

"Kristen? Kristen…look I know it was hard but" he started, searching through the clothes, but found nothing.

Withdrawing himself from her room, he stood in the hallway, contemplating where she could be.

"Pete…everyone's downstairs waiting for you" Susan said from the staircase. He nodded in acknowledgement but continued to think.

"What's wrong?" her ventured curiously, walking close to her brother.

"I saw Kristen leave…but I can't find her" he muttered. He blinked his eyes a few times and then checked her bedroom again.

"Peter…She's probably fine. This is your wedding day…you need to go downstairs and be with you loving bride" she said soullessly, pushing him towards the stairs. When he was downstairs, she came back up to look further for Kristen, her curiosity getting the best of her.

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"You won't find her" came a voice from outside.

Susan withdrew herself from Edmund's wardrobe and fixed her hair, before noticing who it was.

"Oh…Aslan. How come?" she asked, kind of surprised at his presence. Her eyes flickered around, looking for any sign of Kristen.

"Her time in this world is done. She has returned back home" he said calmly, his huge amber eyes looking at Susan.

A feeling of dread hit her like a ton of bricks. Yet still, she denied it.

"Don't be silly Aslan, I'm sure she's around here somewhere" Susan retorted, going back to her search.

"I am telling the truth. Her purpose in Narnia was fulfilled" he stated once more.

She tried to stand, but her knees gave way, her body and dress falling into a heap on the floor. Her eyes glassed over with tears and her face remained stone cold, her features set hard.

It was obvious that Kristen had become a sister to her. In her opinion, Kristen was as big a part of her family as Peter was, if not bigger. Kristen had loved them all and treated them fairly and equally, making sure that at all times they were happy. And if on the random occasion that something was bothering them, she'd be the first one to console them or give them advice on how to handle their dilemma. Susan had learnt to love her. They all had.

"Does Peter know?" she asked finally, after several minutes of silence.

"No. I'll leave that task to you" Aslan said, striding over to Susan and sitting down with her. He placed his paw over her hands for comfort and then got up, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

But the same thing kept running through her head. And it wasn't the thing you thought it would be like 'How do I tell Peter?' or 'What will Peter do? Instead, her heart and head were set on something else.

How do I go home?