"Peter!"

Eliza pushed through the gathered crowd, gasping as she watched her twin brother grapple with another boy who was much large than himself. Edmund shoved his way beside her and hurled himself onto the back of one of Peter's tormenters, making Eliza yell, "Edmund!" as he did so.

She watched her two brothers fight mercilessly and take a couple of hits to the ribs and stomachs, making her flinch and cry out. Susan and Lucy stood on either side of her, clutching their older sister's hands.

Suddenly, a small band of soldiers pulled apart the fighters, one taking Peter by the collar and shoving him back into Eliza. She took hold of him quickly just as he made to lunge for the boys he had been fighting with.

"Oi!" cried the soldier, who was only a few years older Peter and Eliza, his eyes blazing. "Act your age."

With that, he turned away from the Pevensies and Peter with a look of disgust and disdain. Edmund turned to his brother as the soldier left.

"You're welcome," he says, setting down some luggage.

Peter glowered at him, a bruise starting to form underneath his eye and his clothes disheveled.

"I had it sorted," he grumbled unhappily.

Eliza sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "What was it this time?" she ans Susan asked in unison, their voices equally exasperated.

"He bumped me," Peter stated simply.

"So you hit him?!" Lucy cried in complete surprise.

Peter shrugged. "After he bumped me me, he tried to get me to apologize," he continues. "Then I hit him."

Eliza shot her brother a flinty look.

"Why can't you just walk away?" she snapped.

Peter gave her a glare of equal anger. "I shouldn't have to!" he snapped. "Don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

"We are kids, Peter!" Eliza yelled at him.

"I wasn't always!" he bellowed back.

There was a silence as the twins stared one another down, breathing heavily. Edmund, Lucy and Susan looked on with worried expressions.

Eliza took a step back from her brother, expression grim. "Don't do this again, Peter," she told him.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, turning to his younger siblings with desperation glowing in his eyes. They understood, he had concluded; Eliza wasn't there.

"It's been a year," he murmured softly now. "How long does he expect us to wait?"

Eliza snorted, crossing her arms.

"Peter," Susan said quickly before her older sister could ridicule Peter and push him over the edge. "I think it's time to accept the fact that we live here. It's no use pretending any different."

Lucy took her brothers hand and squeezed reassuringly. Susan suddenly looked past Peter and paled, her eyes widening.

"Oh no," she murmured. "Quick, pretend like you're talking to me."

Edmund and Eliza gave her a confused look.

"We are talking to you," Eliza said slowly. Susan gave her a pleading look just as Lucy cried, "Ow!"

"Hush Lucy," Eliza scolded her.

"But something pinched me,'' the younger girl insisted. At that same moment, Peter jumped. "Hey, stop pulling!" he yelled, turning on Edmund, who gave him a weird look. "I didn't touch you!" he insisted.

Eliza felt a pinch as well. "Ow, Su!" she yelped.

"What is that?" Susan cried.

Lucy stopped, her eyes wide and sparkling. "It feels like magic," she whispered.

Susan realized this as well and took her two sister's hands. "Everybody hold hands," she insisted. Peter took Eliza's and held out his other to Edmund. The younger boy looked at his brother's hand with disgust.

"I'm not holding your hand," he said.

Peter rolled his eyes and snatched Edmund's hand in his own, just as bricks started peeling away from the station walls.

The train before the five siblings began to move at an inhuman speed, making their faces peel back at the force of it. Suddenly, the station disappeared before them, the tunnel now transformed into a spacious cave. At the mouth of the cave, sand covered the ground, and a half mile down, crystal blue water lapped at the shore, expanding towards the horizon to where sea met sky.

Susan and Lucy exchanged a look and immediately shed their sweaters before sprinting towards the water. Edmund followed suit, whooping wildly. Peter paused, glancing back at his twin, where she was standing with her mouth agape, and smirked.

"Believe us now, Liz?" he teased.

Eliza broke out of her daze and looked Peter square in the eye.

"I'm so sorry, Pete," she whispered, stepping forward and lacing her arms around his neck. "God, how could I have been so stupid? I should have known you were telling the truth-that all of you were telling the truth. I guess I let my logic cloud my love for my family a little."

She felt Peter's chest rumble as he chuckled, and his strong arms found their way around her.

"It's okay, Liz," he murmured to her. Pulling away to look into her eyes, he grinned madly and turned to look at the beach, where their three younger siblings splashed in the water and the sun shone happily in their wake, welcoming the Pevensies back home.

"Elizabeth," Peter said, opening his arm to what lay before them. "Welcome to Narnia."

Eliza looked on, taking in the pure joy on her brothers and sisters' faces, the shining sun whose rays kissed her skin teasingly, the clear blue sky that matched the shimmering water below.

At that moment, Elizabeth Pevensie believed in Narnia and all it had in store; and she loved it unconditionally.