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Peter sighed in the quiet night. He could hear the ocean outside, the breeze rustling the curtains, and Mirsan's breathing as she slept against him. He couldn't sleep. He slid out from under her sleeping form. He stood by the arched windows looking into the night. He was surprised to see Lucy, not in bed, but sitting next to Tumnus by the waters edge, letting bare feet and hooves be washed over by the night's tide. He smiled and pulled the curtain closed again.
He wandered down the hallway quietly. He could hear Edmund talking in his sleep and tried not to laugh. He headed not straight ahead to throne room, but turned into the left corridor and followed it down to the big heavy doors that would open into the Great Library.
He lit candles around the place, so he could see the vast Narnian knowledge. He had decided it might be an idea to know the land and history of which he would now stay to rule. And to see if he could come across anything about the living ones. He scoured the shelves, climbed some stairs and rifled through them as well. He discovered they recorded their centuries calling them ages. There was no b.c. or a.d. naturally. Then there was the recorded history of all the different fantastic races.
He chose a few important volumes and carried them to a large desk. He noticed straight off that almost any of the oldest books there mentioned Aslan or 'a great lion'. Just how old was Aslan. It was rumored he was as old as Narnia's world had existed. Narnia it seemed had had its fair share of war and turmoil as well. Battles over kingdoms, betweens royal houses and races. And then an Oracle had predicted that the throne of all of Narnia would be ruled by human. Not of this world. Then a thousand ages later, two sons of Adam, and two daughters of Eve, came to Narnia. The Pevensies had been a recent edition to a number of historical volumes. It was an odd feeling, belonging to something's history in a way.
He had found a small excerpt on the Living Ones. Over the ages the Living Ones took care of Nature being that they were born of Nature. Peter tried to wrap his head around the words. No physical parents they had. The one known as Mirsan, was found in a lake of liquid fire, completely unharmed. She was raised by nobles until her consciousness was old enough to realize who and what she was. She was the first to be found. The second was that of earth and mountains, found in the roots of a large and old tree. She was named Blare. The third was of lakes and rain, and found floating in a lake. She was named Tiran. And lastly, the fourth was of ice and snow. Who Peter knew as Jadis. They were all raised in similar manner, and then one day, left by the side of a great lion.
Through out the history, they were mentioned here and there. Then suddenly, nothing. It was like they had disappeared all together. And then sometime later, Jadis started popping up again. No mention of the other three until now with the discovery of Mirsan. Who would probably be added in at some point. Just what did Jadis do to the others. Aslan and Mirsan had assumed Jadis had murdered them. Mirsan could not feel their presence in the world.
He wanted to find anything, something, that could help Mirsan. To ease the weight, to ensure it wouldn't consume her totally, sending her into endless sleep again. Or worse.
He stumbled across some mentions of law. Such as, though a couple is considered married by a ceremony and such with a religious representative, they were also considered married if a couple had consummated their relationship in the physical manner. So in Narnian law, He and Mirsan, were now technically husband and wife. A husband, he thought to himself. It was not something he had ever imangined in his short years. Unlike some, the idea of being a married man was not something that repulsed him. In fact, it felt normal inside, now that he had Mirsan, he felt, well, like a whole person inside.
He hadn't notice Aslan walk in. The Great Lion watched the young High King reading over the pages.
"Cannot sleep High King?"
"I guess I'm thinking too much."
"Much rests on the mind of one who cares about his people."
Peter kind of flopped back into the high backed chair. He sighed aloud and Aslan moved around and sat down next to him.
"How is Mirsan supposed to carry all of them."
"That is what she was made to do."
Aslan watched as Peter was lost in a train of thought. Aslan had been through most things. He had seen what had happened when the prophecies weren't followed. He remembered the destruction of Narnia as the very earth turned on itself, tearing itself apart. That's why he returned in time, and brought the children back too. Back to the Golden years where they had a chance to follow the right path, and save Narnia.
"How do we even get these essences?"
"The essence of a living one is carried in her soul, her body, right down to her bones. If a living one is dead, you must go to the place where the body rests, and with some deep magic, call the essence forth and then Mirsan can take it within her."
"Well we know where Jadis is" he stomach turned thinking of her cruel face. "How will we find the others?"
"It will be hard work, but we have ways to find them, providing their even dead. They may be isolated and trapped as Mirsan was. But seeing as she cannot sense them, it could go either way. And should it be the worst, she will need your love and strength."
"She has all of me."
Aslan nodded, impressed with the apparent way he was handling all the events that had transpired, and all that were to come. Aslan spied the basic laws book.
"I see you have brushed up on some of our laws." Aslan smiled knowing what Peter may have read.
Peter grinned sheepishly and pushed his hair back with his hands, keeping them folded behind his head as he sat back into the chair. Aslan stood up smirked a little.
"A husband indeed, and a High King." He said nodding.
Peter had to admit he liked the sound of it. Aslan bowed his head respectfully, Peter followed suit. He watched the Great Lion wander out of the great Library leaving Peter amongst the candles and books again.