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Sunlight broke through the curtains. Peter stirred and looked next to him. It was empty. Mirsan was gone. He sat up confused. A feeling of dread washed over him. He had told Mirsan of Jadis's last resting place. Had she gone to do her duty? He jumped up and dressed. He gathered Edmund and the Centaur and was getting prepared to go out after her. They were in the main hall when the heavy doors opened. Mirsan had returned.
Mirsan stood still, looking a little tired. Peter had moved to her and took her in his arms. "Why couldn't you have waited for me my love?"
"I did what needed to be done, I can't let Narnia fall."
Peter pressed her close and kissed her hair. A small ice blue streak existed amongst the fiery red of her hair.

Aslan entered the main hall. All fell silent, as things usually did when the Great Lion himself was around. It was just one of those things. He sniffed Mirsan, noticing a change.

"Hmmm" he said quietly to himself. "We must speak Living One."

Mirsan kissed Peter gently and followed Aslan out of the room. They had been gone only a few moments when Lucy and Susan arrived.

"Is it true Peter? Did she?"

Peter could only nod. He knew it was her duty, but he did not approve of her rashness. He did not want the inevitable unless all other options had been explored and exhausted. Lucy tugged on his sleeve.

"Breakfast Peter. You won't be any be any good half starved."

He knew she was right. He reluctantly let Lucy lead him away to the small dining chamber they used when there was no banquet or guests.

Edmund watched closely. Narnia was suffering. Mirsan was to suffer to save Narnia. And Peter was to suffer to watch Mirsan succumb to her duty. It was one rollercoaster after another at the moment. Edmund wanted to do more but didn't know where to start. He had made plans with Susan to go over any and all material in Narnia's capital that even remotely even mentions the words Living One. Susan was good at the research stuff. But there was that lingering feeling that it might not be enough.

Lucy studied her brother over the quiet breakfast. Such concentration behind his eyes. Mirsan returned after awhile, but would not speak of anything she and Aslan had discussed. Peter excused himself after a while and left alone. Mirsan looked down at the table forlorn.

"I have disappointed him."

"No," replied Lucy moving near to her. "He is worried. He's scared of what might happen to you. And to Narnia."

Mirsan nodded. Lucy could tell she still thought Peter was angry at her. Lucy took Mirsan's hand.

"I must do my duty. I was born to hold things in Order."

"But we also need to time to find out if we can avert…well you know."

"And I cannot let Narnia fall."

Mirsan left the room, red hair flaring out behind her. A woman torn between her heart and her land. Lucy leaned back in the high backed chair. She looked at the table in front of her and noticed a curious thing. The water in the glass was trembling. Lucy stared at it curiously. Trumpets sounded across the city. Another earthquake?

Lucy fled the room and collided with Edmund. He took her hand and they ran through the corridor to the main hall. Susan was already there. A great roaring sound could be heard somewhere. The earth was barely trembling so it couldn't have been as before. Many people had gathered at the gates of the palace, pleading for higher ground. Higher ground? Lucy and Edmund looked at each other confused.

"Lu! Ed!" Susan screeched from a window behind the dais of the throne.

Lucy and Edmund reached her and followed where she pointed off shore. What they saw couldn't have stunned them more.

A great wall of water rolled toward them. Seemingly getting bigger and bigger the closer it came.

The people! Lucy thought. She left Susan and Edmund and made her way to the gates, ordering them open and the people escorted into the main hall.

"Quickly!"

The people poured in. Lucy helped carry children up stairs. Susan and Edmund held open the doors and directed the people through. City guards had ordered anyone with high lodgings to stay in them. Peter had emerged and was helping people. And not a moment too soon. Lucy reached the window behind the dais. The wave collided with the cliff and lower walls of the palace and city and rushed into any streets at that level. Peter watched from the top of the steps of the palace doors. The water washed through the streets. Many people on balconies cried out and pointed. Many doors were smashed and peoples belongings carried out of the city with the water. Along with any residents that hadn't made it to higher ground.

It was a few hours before the flood caused by the wave had receded. People were lead out of the palace to begin sifting through what was left of the street level homes and markets. Not a lot it seemed.

Peter stood on the steps again. Mirsan clung to his side and he placed an arm about her. Narnia's very earth had rebelled once more to the imbalance.

"Do you see my duty now?"

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"No, It doesn't."

"I will find a way through this."

Mirsan buried her head against him. Peter stroked her hair. Aslan had joined them. He studied the devastation in the city streets.

"High King, Mirsan" he began.

"Yes Aslan."

"We might've discovered the location of another living one's final resting place."

Mirsan nodded and went inside to prepare.

Peter looked sideways at Aslan and sighed heavy. Aslan nuzzled Peter's hand gently and turned to go inside. Peter closed his eyes, he didn't know what to do. He strode down the palace steps and began helping those in the street.

At least I can help someone here, he thought to himself heavily.