Those Pevensie children were an enigma.

He was the resident priest at Saint Finbar's School, and he could remember the very first day that those four Pevensies came into his chapel. The four personalities had shown through then. The oldest boy, with his golden hair and concerned manner, was always checking to make sure his younger siblings were present. The dark-haired older girl led the pack, an air of attempted maturity hanging about her. She was one of those little girls that would try and grow up too fast. Next came the younger boy. He could already tell that this Pevensie was different, as the child poked and prodded at his younger sister. He was a child that was set to be eternally jealous of his brother. The littlest Pevensie was a laughing child, and the smile of an angel. Her face always lit up when she walked through the chapel doors.

Brother Jules—for that was the name of the old priest of Saint Finbar's Chapel—often kept an eye on the Pevensie siblings. They were divided pillars. They all stood on their own, yet still managed to stick together. It was a unique thing to see, especially in the stress of wartime.

But then the evacuations came, and the Pevensie children disappeared from Saint Finbar's for a season or two. When they came back, the four were almost unrecognizable. Peter—for he had now learned their names—walked with the air of a broken man. He seemed to have an old soul now, whereas before he had always been happy. Peter had the eyes of a man who had seen too much of the world. Susan no longer walked like she had something to prove. She was even more elegant now than then, only this time it was true elegance, that seemed to come from within. Edmund had thrown away the bitter air, and instead of resenting those who were more knowledgeable than he, appeared to now glean wisdom from others. Lucy—the darling child who liked to come and discuss his sermons after the service—seemed to glow with happiness. She had the look of one much older than she, and she was always laughing at a joke that none other than her siblings seemed to understand.

The four pillars had come together for a while, but it seemed that their bond was not as strong as one might have hoped.

On the first Sunday after the start of the school year, the Pevensies were all very sad. At first, Brother Jules wrote it off as homesickness. But as the year went on, and the children drifted further and further apart—to the extent where Susan was not even sitting with her family anymore on Sunday mornings—he could not help but wonder what was wrong.

It was one morning, that everything changed, and something so fantastic happened, that he could not help but believe that it was straight from God.

It had started off like a normal Sunday morning. The bells for church had rang, and the children from both Saint Finbar's and Hendon House poured into his little chapel like normal. But then the Pevensie children walked in, and something was noticeably different.

They walked in a row, Lucy and Edmund on the ends, with Peter and Susan beside each other in the middle. The girls stood together, and the boys stood together, but they all walked as one. They were a functional unit once more. Making their way up to the usual pew, the siblings sat in the same order they had walked; an order which Brother Jules now realized that they had been sitting in last year, before they split apart from each other. They were all smiling, and appeared to be happy to be at church, even Susan, who he had thought had fallen too far.

And while he preached, the attention of the Pevensies was focused solely on him. They were not talking amongst themselves, like so many of the other students. They sat there dutifully, listening and absorbing the Word of The Lord. Yet, this was not the astonishing part.

It was when the service was over, and all the children were leaving, that something strange happened to the Pevensies. They had been the last to leave the little church, and were the only ones inside beside himself. Lucy had already finished discussing that week's sermon with him, and the old priest watched the strange children walk out. They all seemed to be…enlightened.

Peter was straight and tall, chin lifted, shoulders back. He had the stance of a soldier, always ready to fight, yet wise enough not to start one. Susan held herself in a manner befitting a queen. She embodied regality from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Edmund was the scholar of the group, his bible filled with little pieces of paper sticking out the top, and a pen stuck behind his ear. His eyes were those of a just and fair man, who had seen and touched evil, and learned from it. Lucy had a daisy chain in her hair as she skipped out of the church, eager to enjoy the afternoon's sunshine. Yet, even though she was a child, she had the speech and the odd mannerism that showed that she was an old soul.

And as the Pevensie four walked down the aisle of the church, the light of the sun came bursting through the stained glass window, and fell upon the heads of the Pevensies. It was in that moment that Brother Jules was stunned. For, upon the heads of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, there appeared to be crowns of gold and silver. And the children appeared to be much older, and their childlike manifestations fell away, and he saw them for what they were.

They were Kings and Queens. They were true royalty, for they embodied all that a ruler should be. They were magnificent in aura. They were gentle in spirit. They were just in counsel. They were valiant at heart. They were royalty, and yet they were just children. They were anything but children.

As Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, those who Brother Jules had just seen to be kings and queens passed through the door of the chapel, a noise could be heard. A roar of a lion—not just any roar, but the roar of the Lion, could be heard in the little chapel of Saint Finbar's. It was a roar that both chilled Brother Jules to the bone, and warmed his heart at the same time.

It seemed the four pillars were standing together once more.

AN: I'm so sorry for being a terrible updater! No seriously, it has been way too long. Shame on me. Anyways, I hope you liked this latest little TSO drabble! I hope to have an update for LtLST by the end of the week, so watch out for that.

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