*Chapter 10-Who She Is/To the How*

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Penelope stared at the tiny pink wristband with a mystified expression. "What is that?" she asked, at the same time Susan turned to Edmund and whispered, "Why does the badger have a baby's hospital band?" Penelope went forward and grabbed the wristband, looking at the words in confusion.

"What does it say?" she asked. Peter took it from her and studied it for a few moments, his blue eyes widening.

"It says 'Penelope Pevensie, Girl,' and the rest is faded away." he said, looking at his siblings in shock.

"So does that mean.. there's a 5th Pevensie we never knew about?" Edmund asked, looking bewildered.

"Yes, don't you remember the other night when Mother was screaming in her sleep? She screamed 'Penelope.' It sort of makes sense." Peter answered, shrugging slightly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Penelope looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

"You mean.. I have a mother? And she remembers me?" she asked softly. He felt a pang go through his heart at the question, feeling guilty at the fact he got to live with his mother and his twin did not, but smiled past it and nodded.

"I guess so," Susan answered, taking Penelope in skeptically. Lucy, a huge grin splitting her face, ran forward and threw her arms around Penelope.

"Oh, welcome to the family, new sister!" she shouted. "We are going to have so much fun together!"

"Lucy," Susan said warningly, clenching her fists slightly. She wasn't too happy about having a new sister, especially one who had the potential to be closer to Peter, her favorite of her siblings, than she was.

Penelope, with Lucy now squeezing the feeling out of her hand, turned to Trufflehunter with a slightly stricken expression on her face. "Why did you not tell me sooner?" she asked brokenly.

"I couldn't until the time was right for you to know." he replied as calmly as he could, wringing his paws guiltily, but Penelope didn't seem to have heard.

"Who am I?" she whispered. Trufflehunter drew in a deep, shuddering breath while Lucy gave Penelope's hand a comforting squeeze.

"You, my dear girl, are Penelope Pevensie, lost child of Helen Pevensie, twin sister of Peter Pevensie, second oldest of the Pevensie children, and bound for the Narnian throne." he said. A gasp rippled through the crowd and whispers started flourishing.

"There she is! She's the one!" came the loudest whisper.

"What are you talking about?" Penelope asked, looking around at the Narnians.

"It has long been whispered among the Narnians, 'Out of the ashes, when the time is right, a heroine will emerge and be our dark oppressors' foe, the light. Leading the oppressed with her new allies, she will sit on the throne of her brother before her, as our Queen the High.'" Trufflehunter said. There were shouts of approval among the crowd of Narnians as Penelope took a moment to process this, her eyes widening.

"And you think I'm the one?" she asked, pointing at herself in disbelief.

"Oh, I know you're the one." he said gently. "You see, 16 years ago I was a much younger badger and less faithful to Aslan. In our forest, we were oblivious to such things as the past and the Telmarine threat. Well, for me, that all changed in one night.

"Trumpkin and I were walking back to my house, returning from a hunt for food. It was an exceptionally cold night, and we were being hasty to get home. Suddenly, we heard a strange noise; it sounded like crying. Wondering what on earth a baby was doing out in the forest on such a cold night, we started looking around, and found a small, writhing bundle of blankets under a tree. Trumpkin grabbed it, and we unwrapped the blankets to find a small, squealing infant. But this was no ordinary infant- it was a human! At first we wondered what a human was doing in the middle of Narnia and what were we supposed to do with it, when we noticed the infant's cries had become more strangled and weak. We looked down to see its face blue with the cold, and also noticed a pink band around its tiny arm. We slid the wristband off, rewrapped the babe, and fled at full speed for my house.

"We got there and got the now half-dead babe situated and warm by the fire. We pulled the band out, and it identified the child as Penelope Pevensie." at this, he held up the tiny pink bracelet and nodded to Penelope. "Not sure what to do with her, but knowing we could not abandon her, we and our other roommates, Nikabrik and Pattertwig, all agreed we would keep and raise her.

"About a week after finding the child, Trumpkin and I were again out hunting for food. We were on our way out, when suddenly a strong wind picked up and blew Trumpkin's hat off and far away. We ran after it, and it led us to a large tree well off the path. As we reached the tree, we stopped short; for standing beneath the tree, with the hat in his mouth, was a giant, magnificent lion. We each instantly realized the lion was the legendary Alsan, and dropped into bows. 'Rise, noble creatures.' He said in the richest, warmest voice I've ever heard. 'You have a great task ahead of you. The young babe you found is the answer to Narnia's prayers, and it was by no accident you found her. She is the flesh and blood of our long vanished Kings and Queens of Old, and I have brought her to you from their world. Raise her into a fine young lady, give her the knowledge of the past of all things she will need to know to become the great queen I know she will be. Your futures, along with the futures of all Narnians, rests in her hands.' He said. 'Yes, Alsan.' was all we were able to say back, for even though we knew our situation was questionable, we were comforted and honored by the knowledge we were the chosen ones." the badger said. Trumpkin stepped up next to him.

"We knew there was a reason Aslan had picked us to be your caregivers." he said. Penelope, whose mouth was hanging open, turned to Peter with a mystified expression.

"You mean to tell me I'm the queen of High King Peter the Magnificent?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes, I do. Don't you see? You're meant to liberate the Narnians! You, Penelope Pevensie, are meant to save and rule us." said Trufflehunter. Penelope, while feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders upon finding out she had a family and finally realizing who she was, was deeply troubled by the news.

"Me? she gasped, wavering in place slightly. "I'm not-I can't-No! I can't save anyone!"

"And why ever not?" Trufflehunter asked.

"Look at me! Do I look like I'm meant to save anyone?!" she shouted, her voice wavering on hysterical.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you do." said the badger coolly. "Do you want to know why?" She stared skeptically, waiting for an answer. "Because you share the face of our High King of Old," he said, drawing more approving shouts from the gathered Narnians. Penelope looked at Peter, who was watching her out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face her fully and offered her a warm smile.

"You know, I was exactly the same way when I found out the White Witch had killed Aslan on the Stone Table and was told I would have to lead His army." he said. Penelope's eyes widened.

"Really?" she asked. Peter nodded.

"Yes. But you know what? I realized that I had to do it, if not for the Narnians, then for Aslan, because He believed in me."

Here Edmund threw in, "I believed in you, too, you know. Some props would be nice every once in a while."

Peter continued as if Edmund had not spoken. "And I owed it to Him for putting that trust in me," he finished. Penelope looked thoughtful for a moment before a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"You're right. I owe it to Aslan for believing in me." she said, her voice stronger than it had ever been. A determined expression captured her features.

Peter stood next to her, feeling proud of himself for being the one to fill her with hope. He also couldn't help but notice the cold, empty feeling inside of him had been filled as soon as he'd laid eyes on his twin. So she was the missing part of him!

Trufflehunter was looking at Penelope, a renewed hope and pride shining in his eyes. The crowd was chanting, quietly at first, but it soon swelled into a tremendous roar that thundered into the sky and could be heard even from the gates of Miraz's castle.

"The High Queen has come! Salvation is nigh!"

Penelope's gaze swept the hundreds of Narnians gathered, the lives she was meant to save and protect. They were watching her with worshipful eyes, their chant shaking the ground. Their fates were in her hands, she realized with a jolt of uncertainty in her stomach. The feeling gripped her for a moment, but then as her eyes met those of Caspian, Peter, and the others, she drew strength from the knowledge they would be there to help her. She turned to Caspian with an ironic grin on her face.

"Looks like you're not the only one with a crazy prophecy," she said, and he laughed, realizing the joke and the irony of the situation. Then a though hit him.

"I cannot help but wonder.. Do you think our prophecies are connected?" he asked, lowering his voice so the conversation became just between the two of them. She sobered in an instant and held his gaze evenly.

"I.. I'm not sure. It's possible. I mean, I hope so," she said. He smiled softly.

"I do also," he said, and she had a flickering thought they weren't talking about the same thing anymore. Warmth filled her cheeks, and butterflies tickled her stomach. Why am I getting this way around him all of the sudden? she asked herself. Could I.. Could I have feelings for Caspian?

She shook the thoughts off and put on her best smile. Unfortunately for her, she shared her twin's incredibly readable expressions, and so her siblings instantly knew something was up. Lucy, sensing a connection between the two along with her sister's embarrassment, made a mental note to talk to her about the young, handsome prince at another time.

Penelope met Caspian's admiring gaze with flushed cheeks and a smile forced through her embarrassment.

"To the How?" she asked. He gave her a nod, then together, accompanied by the Kings and Queens of Old, they took the lead to the Narnian's established camp; Aslan's How.

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I loved writing the little bits of Caspian/Penelope fluff, haha. Is there something serious between them, or is it just a cutesy little teenage crush? You'll just have to keep up with the story to find out! ;P

Sorry if her prophecy is a little corny and crappy, it's the first prophecy I've ever really written. Haha. So, now you know I'm not just randomly making Peter have a twin and doing nothing with her. lolz. Yes, this story is actually going somewhere! :]

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