So heads up, while not a prominent feature, incest is talked about and referenced nearer to the end of the story. If this is going to bother you in any way shape or form- please disregard this fiction and move on.

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With that noted, there is also talks of suicide. Please if this is a triggering topic for you to read about, do not continue.

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Now, without further ado. The story.

If someone asked her, Helen Pevensie would describe herself as a simple woman. She didn't need or want the most extravagant clothes. She didn't need the newest vehicle and she most certainly didn't need the entitlement that came with having enough money where she nor her husband had to work another day of their life. It was because she and her family lived comfortably, with food always at the ready and her children getting the best education they could, she was able to stay home and take care of them when they were there.

Which- granted- hadn't been very often in the past couple of years or so, but they had been sent away -to the Professor's and then to their cousin's- for their own protection and that was a choice Helen would make a dozen times over if it meant they were safe. But even with them having sparsely around, it would take a blind man to not notice the changes. However, as their mother, she was quick to spot them and repeatedly she was stunned.

The first change she noticed was in her youngest boy, Edmund.

It had been a few months after their return from the Professor's when she was woken up in the middle of the night by his screams. But just as she stumbled her way to her bedroom door and pulled it open, her daughters were running past and throwing open the door to the boys' room. Now thoroughly awake, she wanted to immediately call out to them, something deep within her told her to approach quietly.

So she silently made her way down the hall and stopped just shy of standing in the doorway. Peeking her head around the doorframe, her eyes took in the scene before her.

Peter, who had obviously been awoken by his brother's distress, was sitting behind Edmund with his entire body wrapped around the trembling ravenette. With Edmund pulled tight against his chest, the blonde rocked them back and forth while brushing back the sweaty locks plastered on Ed's face.

Susan was directly to their right with her forehead pressed lightly to the side of Edmund's. Helen could see her mouth moving, but her daughter spoke too quietly to hear what she was saying. Her youngest, Lucy, was lying between Edmund's legs with her face buried in his chest. Her arms wrapped around him and Peter both. By the looks of it, she was squeezing them as tight as her arms possibly could.

But what surprised her and made her startle, was Edmund himself. Instead of pushing them all away -like he had done to her since their father left for the war- he was clutching at Lucy and Peter as if his very life depended on it while he leant his head back into Susan's. Every so often he would shake roughly, but that only made his siblings hold him tighter. Once he looked like he was calming down, he finally opened his eyes and gave Lucy a weak smile which she returned full force.

Now that he was calmed enough to lay back down, Helen expected the others to leave and do the same thing. But instead to her utter bafflement, the four rearranged themselves and laid down in one heap on his small twin sized bed. Peter laid on his side and let Ed crawl into his arms and Susan followed, spooning the younger boy from behind. What Helen missed while the older three were getting comfortable was Lucy grabbing the pillows and blankets from Peter's bed.

When she got back to Edmund's bed she placed the pillows in the most random places on top of her siblings and just when Helen was going to order the girl to leave them be, Lucy climbed onto the bed herself. That's when their watching mother realized the pillows were placed in such a way that when the youngest laid on her siblings, she wouldn't hit them with an elbow or knee.

When she had awoken the following morning, she had sneaked a peek in the room and found all of them right where she left them, sound asleep with soft smiles on their faces. And that night was just the tip of the iceberg. For the following weeks, she kept a closer eye on her children and it was Susan who showed the next prominent change.

There was a time when all Helen wanted for her eldest daughter was for her to find a good man and settle down to have her own family. But that was before the war and before the brunette really ever grew into her own person. But now, nearly 18 years later, all Helen wanted was for Susan to enjoy life. The girl had grown up far too fast and had her nose constantly buried in books that did nothing but make her far too factual and serious.

Helen sighed to herself as she washed the dishes from breakfast. It was pouring rain outside and while rain was always a good thing, the fact that it was midsummer just made it humid and unpleasant. She had dropped a spoon and was bending over to pick it off the ground when she heard laughter. Not a giggle or a polite chuckle. No this was peals of body shaking and tear inducing laughter.

Helen frowned because she knew without a doubt, that was Susan's life and it was coming from outside. Forgetting the dropped spoon, Helen stood up straight and peered out the kitchen window to the back yard. She felt her mouth drop open slightly at the sight. Susan- along with Lucy, Peter and Edmund- was spinning in circles with her arms outstretched and her face tilted upwards. She had the largest, most carefree and happy smile Helen had seen on her face in years.

The others were smiling widely too, but not with their eyes closed and faces meeting the rain, no they were looking and smiling directly at their sister. When she opened her eyes, Susan blushed lightly at the looks but easily returned it before pulling a startled Edmund into some sort of dance that had all four of them spinning, shouting, laughing and singing with glee within mere seconds.

When they came back from the rain, Helen gave them enough time to clean up and lay about their rooms as if they had been there all afternoon before knocking on Susan and Lucy's door. The singular and faint, "Come in." Let Helen know, Susan was the only one in the room. She pushed the door open and stuck her head in. Glancing over at Susan, she found the girl relaxing on her bed, a thick book in hand and a gentle yet content smile playing on her lips.

Helen hummed and gave her daughter a smile, "Have you seen your sister?"

Susan nodded, "Last I checked, the boys were teaching her how to play chess."

"Alright. Is everything okay Darling?"

Susan gave a small smile, "Of course, wouldn't it be?"

Helen shrugged, "I'm not sure. But you look happy. Whatever is making you look this happy, please keep doing it."

Susan blushed lightly as her eyes twinkled with joy, "I think I will. Thanks Mum."

Helen gave her a wink, "Of course my love." Without another word, she left the room and gave the empty hall a happy sigh. This change was new, yes, never has Susan ever danced or sang in the pouring rain, but it made her happy. And all Helen wanted for her children now, was their happiness.

The next to show his changes was Peter.

Peter had always been a good boy. Rarely disobeyed, watched over his younger siblings always, helped his mother with chores when he could. He always studied hard and kept his focus during school. But lately, something has changed. While he was still always kind and respectful to her and his family. No matter who it was, if someone disrespected him or any of them really, Peter would get this look on his face.

A look that while not a sneer and not outwardly threatening, it was just that. A threat to whoever crossed him. It stated that you'd be best to walk away without another word or you will come to regret it. Most of the time, one of his sisters or Edmund would lean in real close to his ear and whisper quietly and this would calm him down. But today was the day where that suddenly didn't work.

Helen couldn't tell you how it started, all she knew was one moment, she and her children were walking down the street and the next Peter and a man three times his age were nose to nose. The man clearly was a mess. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair unkept and the stubble on his face was more from the laziness of not shaving rather than style.

Peter was clenching his jaw, squeezing his fists and giving the man that look. When Edmund noticed that the man wasn't backing down, he gave his sisters a look and Lucy walked forward. She stood on the very tips of her toes and spoke lowly into her brother's ear and just like magic the blonde boy sighed heavily and nodded. With out sparing him another glance, Peter turned and offered his arm playfully to the redhead who took it with a gleeful giggle.

Just as they were about to walk away, that damned man had to open his mouth, "She's a little young ain't she? Better shag I suppose. Why don't I-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Peter's fist collided with his mouth with a loud crack. The man drew his hand up and winced when he pushed too hard on his split lip, "You're gonna regret that lad."

Helen couldn't even blink before the larger man had Peter doubled over in pain before bringing his knee up as he pushed Peter's head down. The crunch of bones made Helen wince but she was frozen and couldn't move to help her son. Luckily, or unluckily depending on who you asked, she didn't have too as Edmund and Susan both rushed to his aid. Edmund's body slammed into the man sending him stumbling backwards as Susan followed and delivered a series of kicks and punches that had Helen wondering who taught her.

Back straight once again, Peter nodded and Susan and Edmund worked as one to not only grab and restrain the struggling man, but Lucy came up behind him and kicked the back of his legs, forcing him to his knees. Helen, while not prepared, was expecting this man to get the wrath of her eldest son laid upon him in the form of a beating. But Peter stunned her and clearly the man when he knelt down and took out his handkerchief.

Peter sighed slowly as he began wiping away the blood from the man's lip and eyebrow where Susan had gotten him, "I'm sorry for hitting you. It wasn't right and I let my temper get the best of me."

Susan and Edmund released their grips on the man when he stopped fighting them. They walked away and made sure to pull Lucy in between them for a long hug.

Peter spoke again, "But, you see, my father- he is fighting in the war right now. And as his eldest son, I need to be the man of the house." He stood and offered his hand which the man took and Peter hauled him to his feet.

"And it's my job as such to keep my family safe. So when grown men make crass and lewd remarks about my baby sister-"

Lucy huffed and mumbled, "I'm not a baby."

Peter smiled down at the girl before looking at the man seriously, "I need to make sure he knows that he's made that mistake of disrespecting my family. Can you understand that?"

The man looked over Peter and then his siblings and mother before nodding himself, "Yeah son. I think I can." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I've been drinking honestly. Maybe I should stop focusing on others and work on my own family for a change."

Peter nodded and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder and gestured to around them where a decent crowd had gathered, "Everyone here has their issues. But it's not the problems that define the man, it's how he faces them that shows who he really is. Be a better man."

The man just nodded and he looked down at Peter, "You're pretty smart for a kid."

Peter laughed joyously and nudged him, "Somedays I feel like I've lived enough for a lifetime."

The man snorted, "Tell me about it. Well, thanks kid. And sorry about your nose."

Peter just smiled, "Sorry about your lip and eyebrow."

He shrugged, "Just another day in London."

"So it is." With another bow of his head Peter turned and began walking away when the man called out.

"Hey kid!"

Peter stopped and looked over his shoulder and the man rubbed the back of his neck, "My wife- we're expecting a baby boy. Any name suggestions?"

The boy's eyes twinkled at his siblings before replying, "I think Edmund is a name fit for a Just and fair King to as far as the great western woods."

The man snorted, "We're city folk kid, but Edmund sounds like a great name." The man walked away and Peter watched him for a moment.

He looked to the blue sky and golden sun, "Blessings to this new life from the clear Northern Skies"

Lucy grabbed his hand and continued just as quietly, "From the glistening Eastern Seas."

Susan wrapped herself around Lucy, "To the radiant Southern Sun."

Edmund stepped up beside his brother, "To the great Western Wood."

Peter smiled and let the comfort of his family wash over him as they spoke, "And all blessings from the mighty roar of Aslan."

Helen watched them as they basked in the sun before opening their eyes and beginning to walk down the pavement. She followed them curiously, "What was that just now?"

Peter hummed and grinned, "Just something we once heard in a magical place."

Helen nodded, "It was beautiful." T hey all grinned and the rest of the walk was done in comforting silence.

And while she would have hated to assume anything, it came as no surprise when Lucy finally showed a change within her. Although, this one was by far the most painful to find out.

Following the recent changes within her children, Helen now kept a keen eye on the four siblings. A week or so later she was dusting the family room downstairs while Edmund and Peter played chess and Susan read a thick book next to them. Lucy had gone upstairs a few minutes ago, stating she was going to take a nice shower since she was feeling rather hot and itchy. Helen waved her on her way, knowing that the girl was growing and would start to have moments of discomfort.

The sound of shattering glass, followed by what Helen could only describe as a blood curdling scream filled with nothing but pure torture and agony, came from upstairs. Once again she was left in the dust as the three teens dropped everything they were doing -literally as Susan practically threw the book she was reading- and were sprinting through the house and taking the stairs in leaps.

There was illegible shouting and the sounds of more things breaking and crashing before the house became eerily still. With her body tense with fear and nerves, Helen cautiously walked up the stairs and towards the now clearly unhinged bathroom door.

She couldn't even find it in herself to gasp as her hand shot to her mouth in abject horror. Lucy, with only a bath towel covering her, was being held in Susan's lap as the older girl carded her fingers through the younger girl's red locks. Peter and Edmund each held one of Lucy's hands and were hunched over them as they wiped at them with wash rags.

But it was when they pulled the cloths away and the wreckage around them that had Helen feeling ill.

Each time they wiped at Lucy's hands, the cloth came back bright red and ran bright pink water over the boy's hands when they rinsed it out, only to start again. Around them, besides the door that had clearly been kicked open, was the shattered glass shower doors along with the mirror that once sat above the sink.

There was a moment of relative calm as Helen observed the scene before Lucy opened her eyes and they locked onto the woman. Where once was Lucy's bright, joyful and wonder filled eyes, now was two chilling stones that shone with danger and threats Helen could only wish were the beginning. Before Helen could react, Lucy was screaming and clawing her way out of Susan's constricting hold.

While she thrashed about, Lucy nailed Edmund in the jaw, the surprising power behind it sending him sprawling backwards and onto broken glass. He grunted and hissed slightly as he crawled back to help his struggling siblings hold Lucy down, which with what see saw them do to a grown man much larger than the girl- was a feat all on it's own.

Peter looked around furiously and spotted Helen standing behind him gaping like a fish out of water, "Go! Mother, go!" His pleading shouts turned to grunts of pain as he fought to remove a long and slender piece of glass from Lucy's hand that had been raised as if to throw it.

Susan caught her mother's eyes as she fought to keep Lucy against herself, "Mother, please! Please!"

Helen took a stumbling step backwards before rushing away to her own bathroom and retching up what remained of her breakfast and late morning tea. She remained beside her toilet for who knows how long when there was a knock on the door.

With out getting up she called out for whoever it was to come in. T he door slowly opened and Edmund poked his head inside. Seeing his mother's state, he entered fully, closed the door behind him and sat down next to her without saying a word.

She looked over at him and noticed a few cuts along his palms and one at the edge of his eyebrow, "Do you need me to clean those?"

He looked down at his hand and then at her, "Not really. But I wouldn't mind if you did."

She nodded numbly and slid along the floor to grab the first aid from underneath the sink cabinet before sliding back over to her son who was watching her patiently.

He let her wipe antiseptic on his hands for a few moments before speaking, "I am sure you have questions about-" he sighed, "well, about everything. But if you're agreeable, we would like to talk to you first. Most of what we say should answer a lot of questions you might have."

Helen nodded so he continued, "Peter will come get us when they're ready."

She just nodded quietly again. It had been around half an hour when Peter finally knocked softly on the door. Without opening it he spoke, "We're ready Ed. Whenever you are."

Edmund looked at his mother, "We'll be there in a moment."

Peter's steps faded as he walked to where- Susan presumed- Lucy and Susan were waiting. Edmund stood and offered the woman his hand. She took it and let him easily help her up and guide her out of her bathroom, past the destroyed one and down to the family room.

There she found Susan and Lucy on the small sofa, the younger girl nestled between the older girl's legs with her back against Susan's front. When the mother and son entered, Helen saw Lucy turn her head to face the opposite wall and tense terribly.

Edmund gestured to the open armchair across from the girls and she hesitantly perched herself on the comfortable seat. Smiling down reassuringly at her, Ed gave her shoulder a light squeeze. She spotted wraps on all of their hands but chose to keep quiet, knowing what they're from.

He left her side and walked to his sisters. He waited calmly as Susan pulled her legs back and Lucy shakily raised her own. Not wanting the younger girl to have to struggle, Edmund placed his hands beneath her ankles and let her weight fall into them while slipping into the space below.

He carefully placed her legs back down in his lap while Susan tucked her feet between his leg and the cushion. Helen wondered briefly where Peter would even fit on the cramped couch when he sat himself on the floor. The second he was settled, Lucy let her arm drop down and she carded her fingers through his short blonde waves.

And that is how Helen found herself facing her children, preparing for a conversation she didn't know how to even begin. But clearly sensing her inner turmoil, Edmund spoke, "Before we start, we need you to promise to hear and listen to what we have to say. No matter how ridiculous or impossible anything sounds."

Helen nodded hesitantly and Peter sympathized, "We know this can't be an easy conversation to have, especially after everything you have undoubtedly seen lately." She nodded again.

He sighed, "I suppose it started at the Professor's. Our second day there, it was a stormy day, so after playing Susan's boring game," he chuckled when said sister flicked the back of his head, "Lucy suggested we play hide and seek."

"Which Ed said was a children's game, but fought to find the best hiding spot." Susan laughed and the brothers joined her. Even Lucy, who still hadn't spoken, pushed herself further into Susan and gave a small smile at the raven haired boy.

"So while I was counting the others ran and ran looking for the perfect spot when Lucy found hers." Peter tilted his head backwards and gave the girl a questioning look and she just shook her head no.

Susan wrapped her arms tighter and Lucy sighed as her head lulled back onto the other girl's shoulder, "Lu found a room with a single wardrobe in it. She told us how the moment she entered the room, she felt like the rest of the world simply faded away. But when Peter's counting reached her ears, she was happy to hide in the wardrobe."

"But then just as he was starting to search for us, Lucy came running out in a tizzy. She looked at us like we were crazy and told us that she had been gone for hours." Edmund continued and so it went each older sibling telling a bit of their journey before another picked up where they left off.

The only one who didn't speak at all was Lucy who kept herself in Susan's arms, her legs on Edmund and her fingers in Peter's hair. There were moments throughout that she noticed specific children tensing and not speaking until that portion was over with.

Edmund had looked pale as a ghost at the mention of the White Witch and Lucy pressed her legs down into him to give him something to ground himself while Peter placed a hand over his shin. Peter had become not silent but quieter when they spoke of the night mission to the Telmarine castle. Susan had gotten annoyed when one Prince Caspian was barely mentioned and Lucy. Well they all became dead quiet after Peter slipped up and said one name.

Draven.

Susan glared hotly down at the older boy, Lucy whimpered and the older girl made her turn onto her stomach so Lucy could bury her face into the crook of her neck. Edmund swallowed thickly and eyed their mother, "There was a monster in Narnia. It could enter your mind and take control of your body. It made Lucy trapped in her own mind and unable to stop it as it hurt those she loves."

Lucy whimpered again and her body shook and Susan finally had enough. She patted Peter on the head, he moved out of the way as she stood and wrapped Lucy's legs around her middle before carrying the girl out of the room. Edmund sighed brokenly and Peter grabbed his hand while speaking- his own voice thick with heavy emotions, "It had hurt many of our friends and even the both of us. Not enough to kill us, but enough for the pain it caused us to hurt her."

"But something, something happened when the thing went to go for Susan. All we saw was Lucy's body freezing and tense like it was fighting with every muscle to move. But it wouldn't- couldn't actually."

Edmund looked at Peter, both with tears falling down their faces. The ravenette looked up to the ceiling while finishing, "Lucy told us later, that she was fighting. She was desperate and fought with every single bit of strength she could. But the only way to stop it was to stop her."

Helen gasped wetly and brought her hand to her chest where it clutched at her shirt.

Peter spoke roughly, "She stabbed herself in the chest five times before her body gave out and collapsed to the floor. This ugly writhing black smoke spewed from her body and hissed that no matter where she was or who was around, it would be back and finish what it started. Starting with Susan and us."

"The next second it evaporated and all of a sudden, Lucy was choking up pools of her own blood and moments away from dying. That's when Aslan appeared to us, and Susan she begged and begged for him to save Lu. But this time, death was a power he could not overcome."

Helen stuttered as she spoke for the first time during their speech, "B-but how?"

"How is she still alive?" Peter finished and Edmund replied.

"Finally she made him a deal. We had found out about soulmates and fated ones within the first year of us living there. Once a fated pair were ready, their lifelines would merge into one that would lead them together. To save Lucy, Susan offered her lifeline to act as a tether until Lucy's own could heal and strengthen before finishing the merge. He seemed hesitant to do it, but with his own fondness for Lu clouding his mind, he agreed."

Helen frowned, "But they aren't fated. How was that even possible?"

Peter sighed, "From what he told us, because Susan so readily offered her very soul out of her love and anguish at the thought of Lucy dying and without regard to her own safety or future happiness, the higher powers decided to give them the gift of a soulbonding and therefore the gift of Lucy's very life."

"But they're sisters, not to mention they're both women. It's wrong and unnatural."

Edmund shot to his feet angrily, "You know what's wrong? Watching as your little sister stabs herself, trying to take her own life, because she can't bear the thought of hurting those she loves anymore!"

Helen's frown deepened, "Young man, I don't care for the tone of your voice."

Edmund sneered and Helen's eyes widened, even before he left for the Professor's never had she seen so much anger and hatred directed at herself from the boy, "You were just told that your daughter essentially died and the only reason Lucy's alive is because one person out of a throne room full of people, was willing to give up the very chance at a 'normal' and 'acceptable' to save her! And the only thing you care about is the fact that the two were sisters."

Helen scoffed as she caught his wording, "Just because they're 'soulbound' in a magical world I'm not even sure really exists, doesn't negate the fact that they are sisters."

"Actually it does." The cold tone of Susan carried over the room and Helen turned to find the brunette leaning against the entryway to the family room with her arms crossed over her chest.

Helen scoffed, "Of all people, I thought you would believe factual science."

Susan calmly brought herself to her full height, pulled her shoulders back and gave her mother a glare so cold it was burning, "As a woman who once was the Queen of a land where beavers spoke and men were half steed, I believe in my people. And regardless if I didn't, I felt the change when my lifeline was stretched to grab Lucy's."

Helen stood and pointed a shaky finger at the girl, "You are to stay away from her. You- you-" cutting the woman off was the sound of a mighty roar that shook her to her very core coming from upstairs. Without an ounce of hesitation, Peter, Edmund and Susan dashed away and up to the source.

With nothing else to do, Helen reluctantly followed the teens to the second story. She was stopped short as she came face to face with a lion so large, it was taller than her while it was sitting.

Without removing it's- his she quickly realized- eyes from her, he spoke, "Go gather your sister."

He received no arguments and Peter veered off into the girl's room before returning, carrying a sleeping Lucy.

Aslan looked behind him and a sparking golden arch appeared in the center of the hallway- the other side leading to what appeared to be a lush green forest, "Go on young ones. I will join you in a moment."

They nodded and without even glancing at their mother, walked through the portal. It stayed open and Aslan looked down at Helen, "You would hate one daughter for saving the other so selflessly?"

"I don't hate my daughters. Whatever they think you've done to them is what I hate. You filled their heads with perverted nonsense and disgusting lies."

"If this is what you truly believe, then there is no reason to have them live in this world any longer."

Helen spluttered, "Y-you can't just take my children from their home!"

A soft voice spoke from behind the mighty lion, who turned with a gentleness in his eyes Helen did not expect, "He's not taking us from our home. He is taking us to our home."

Lucy ran her hands through his mane and leant against him tiredly. He nudged her with his nose while crouching down, "Come on little one."

She gave him a sleepy grin and climbed onto his back. She slumped forward and laid her head on the back of his neck while her legs dangled over his sides.

Aslan gave Helen another heavy look before facing the portal and walking through.

To this very day, nearly 20 years later, Helen Pevensie had never seen her children again.

And in Narnia, the young royals each lived full and happy lives with their people. Lucy and Susan remained together and married till they continued onto Aslan's country many many decades later. They left behind a set of twins their bond had been blessed with- Prince Orion and Princess Ophelia.

Edmund had surprisingly courted a beautiful tree Nymph named Thalia. Although they never wed, the two were maddingly in love and left behind a daughter of their own- Princess Octavia.

Peter had wind up meeting and falling in love with his fated one, a young man from Archenland named Xander. They too left behind a single child, a son, Prince Oum.

After the Kings and Queens passed, their children were crowned and continuously led their people as just, as gentle, as valiant and magnificent as their parents had. And their children after them and so on. The land of Narnia experienced peace like they never had before.

All because of a young girl who fell through the wardrobe from the land of Spare Oom.

And, in the mighty words of Aslan,

Once a King or Queen of Narnia. Always a King or Queen of Narnia.

For those of you wonderful wonderful people who knows someone or is struggling please use the hotlines provided below. I love all of you Kings, Queens and Non-Binary Fiends and hope you're all staying safe!! 3

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800-273-8255

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