Prompt:"the four seasons"

Pairings: Gen

Content Warnings: N/A


Chapter 27: True Fairytales


In Caspian's school books, the Pevensies weren't human-they were made into fairytales, discredited as bedtime stories, to the point that even as a child Caspian recognized propaganda even if he didn't know that was the word for it. He discarded the teachings entirely by the time he actually meets the legendary monarchs, and yet, meeting them, talking with them, touching them, he discovers what those stories had been talking about.

Lucy dances and the trees wake from their slumber like returning spring, flowers blooming on her brow like a crown; Edmund claps his shoulder and he feels blistering summer heat and hears flute pipes when he speaks, like ancient bacchanalias. Susan moves like rustling leaves in the wind and her comforting hand on his cheek feels like the kiss of the first frost. But it's in Peter's eyes and Peter's sword that Caspian sees the cold finality of winter, the unstoppable will of an avalanche and the end of cruel years when he duels. Caspian knows then that even fairytales contain truths in them.