A thick cloudy fog was diffusing through the forest, within the fog Peter could just about make out shapes. It looked like war. Bodies he saw were dropping, he could've sworn the figures were getting closer towards him but the more he focused the more he realised they were in place. Just as he was about to exit the hut, a large lion with a shining golden mane sprung from the fog and straight into him!
Peter awoke with a start. His heart was beating and his eyes were wide. He scanned the room anxiously but he only found Victoria, leaning over him with a worried expression. "Bad dream?" She asked. "You have no idea." Peter sighed. "Something to do with wars and a lion I'm guessing?" "How did you know?" He wondered. "You talk in your sleep." She smiled back at him.
"Vic, we can't stay here." He mumbled. "Why not? Is something wrong?" "Don't you feel it, it's strange.. Like somebody purposely wants you here so that they can do something. I don't know how to explain it, but one thing I'm sure of is we can't stay here. Atleast not for much longer." Victoria had never heard Peter sound so sure before. He really was a mystery but somehow she knew he was right.
Both heads sharply turned to look out the door. It sounded like someone or something had stepped on a twig. Peter was at the door swinging it open in seconds. He took a few cautious glances around and was almost about to shut the door when he saw an elderly looking man. It was Professor Kirke. "I know you're here somewhere Mr Pevensie. Before you decide to pretend that you aren't, I should inform you that we don't have much time." Peter didn't like the sound of that.
"Who is that?" Victoria asked from behind. "It's my Professor, Professor Kirke." He frowned, trying to understand why he was here. Professor Kirke seemed to be looking everywhere but where they actually were. It was almost as if.. he couldn't see them. "It isn't safe out here, the barriers between the worlds are very thin from these woods." His voice was desperate. He was starting to realize that Peter and Victoria weren't going to show themselves.
"Whatever you do head south, you'll be safe if you do so.. probably." Victoria joined Peter just as Professor Kirke left. He didn't just leave though, he literally vanished. "Head south? What's all this about?" She asked quietly. "I think we should leave tomorrow." Peter said as he turned round to face her. She really was beautiful he thought to himself. He had a sudden urge he hadn't felt in years to protect her. "Fine, but promise that you'll stay with me?" Victoria had seen the flare in Peter's eyes. She didn't want to be left alone after what had recently happened.
"Always." Came the reply. The rest of the day was a blur. Edmund had warned Peter to show up everyday but he wasn't going to leave Victoria, and he wasn't going to risk what would happen if he left anyway. They were both soon laying on the mattress, dosing off. "Peter, Wake up. You must leave." A voice Peter thought was familiar but didn't quite recognize echoed in his head. His eyes opened quickly. The door was banging, something was trying to get in.
Victoria must have sensed something too because she also was up soon after him. "Time to leave?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Peter took her hand and lead her towards the door. "What, we can't go out there, there must be something already there!" "What other choice do we have? On three, we're going to charge out and run south." She gulped and nodded. "One, two.. thre-.."
They were both out like a bullet before he even said three. Running south they both looked over their shoulder to see what was at the door. A very large bear was there, although Peter got the feeling it wasn't there to hurt them just to encourage them to run.
Still. It was too late to turn back. "Did you see that?" She cried. She wondered how Peter could be so calm. After what seemed like ages, they came to a cliff. "Great." Victoria mumbled. "Now we're left at the hands of whatever was following us." Peter wasn't convinced. He remembered something he had been taught a long time ago.
Seeing is believing but believing is seeing. By seeing a cliff he was convincing himself that was all there was. But he felt that this wasn't ordinary. He believed there was something else. He immediately grabbed Victoria's hand and threw them both off the cliff. He would never forget the look she gave him. One of horror, surprise and fear all at the same time.
Instead of plummeting to their deaths, they weren't in the air for more than 2 seconds before both of them stood in the centre of a green meadow. By the time Peter came to his senses, the first thing he realized was Victoria had a death grip on him.
"Wh..where are we?" She wondered. Peter had an idea but it wasn't possible. Aslan had said he would not be returning to Narnia. "I don't know, we should look around." He calmly unwrapped her arm off his body and held her hand. Victoria was glad to be with him. He made her feel safe, even though minutes before he had just thrown the two of them off a cliff.
It didn't take them long to find parcels addressed to them. They opened them to find components for a large tent, sent by none other than Professor Kirke. They both wondered how he knew they would be here. When the tent was set up, Peter and Victoria sat opposite each other. He always said this but she really was beautiful. "Like what you see?" She smirked. He smiled. "I do actually." Just beyond her, he noticed a note. After both of them had read it, they both understood what to do.
In a few days time after they had settled the note presumably from Professor Kirke told them to go north from where they came. That meant Victoria and Peter had a few days to themselves. "You know, I thought I heard running water nearby. I need a wash." Victoria announced. Peter agreed and they both went off in search of water. It didn't take them long to find it. It was a beautiful shallow lake, birds of all kinds were singing from nearby trees. The day was magical. Victoria's stares were interrupted by water being splashed over her face.
Peter laughed and started to throw his clothes off, preparing for a swim. Victoria did the same. What Peter saw blew his breath away. He was halfway in the water when he stopped to stare at her. Every curve of her figure was perfect. "Like what you see?" She mumbled as she entered the water. He was speechless. Victoria liked the way she could leave him powerless. Before he came back to his senses she pushed him further into the water causing him to topple over.
All Peter heard as he climbed back to the surface was laughter. He pretended to be upset before pushing her into the water afterwards. They played about like that for the following half hour before leaving the water. "My legs hurt. Care to carry me back?" She said unconvincingly. Peter did not hesitate, he lifted her easily as though she was his bride and walked back the way they came. She gazed up into his eyes, they were warm and caring but also seemed to be sad at the same time. She wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.
They soon arrived at the tent, a large leafy hammock was hung onto two poles which they didn't recall being there. On the bright side the hammock was big enough for two people. There was also a flame in the corner with roasted meat in a silver container, how the tent wasn't burning they didn't know but they were grateful. Victoria sat by the fire while Peter rested on the hammock. "It's cooked." She announced and he wandered over to join her. Peter couldn't remember the last time he had a meal that looked as good as this. He could tell by the expression on Victoria's face that she hadn't either. Both of them were looking forward to his meal, after all they didn't know when they would have another one.