AN: Because Jeajoong1 asked me (thanks Jeajoong1 You rock), I'm going to post again. Alex teaches Peter and Lucy magic in this chapter, so it gets a little boring. Sorry if you don't like it. It's essential though, because I have Peter and Lucy use magic later on, in a scene that wasn't in the movie, (I'll give you a hint: training in Aslan's Camp,) and that would be hard to understand if you hadn't read this chapter. I've also always wondered what they did during the walk. So, this is sort of my deleted scenes chapter. Thanks! And, as always, review!

I yawned, stretched, and then started making breakfast from the supplies in my pack: frozen sausage, bread, butter, and some apples. All in all, not bad for me. I got water by melting some snow, and yanked out my frying pan. Restarting the fire was easy: it always was with me. Then, I started my sword exercises. The smell of frying sausage woke everyone up. The three Pevensies eyes widened and their mouths fell open at the sight of me doing what I do best: fighting.

"Could . . . could you teach me how to do that?," Peter asked.

"You'll need a sword to learn, but you'll be getting one soon enough, if I'm not mistaken." His eyes lit up. "But for now, eat. You'll need your strength. All of you will. It's a long walk to Aslan's camp, where your army is waiting."

"What army?," the older girl asked.

"The army that your older brother's gonna lead."

"What?," Peter asked.

"Never mind."

"Tell me. Now."

"I can't."

"Why not? I'm supposed to be a king, aren't I? Shouldn't you take orders from me or something? At least tell me why."

"Oh, so now you're playing that card."

"Yes, so tell me why."

"Do you want to find your brother?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll lead the army. That's why. Now, shall we?" We started to walk.

"You told me you would teach me some magic last night." Peter said.

"Alright then. Your training starts now."

"So, how do I control whose mind I go into?"

"First, you need to learn how to find your magic, and then how to tell it where to go."

"How do I do that?"

"What are you guys talking about?," the younger girl asked.

"I'm teaching your older brother some magic."

"Can you teach me?"

"I need to know your name first, so you know when I'm talking to you. I can't just say 'Hey, you!,' every time I need to get your attention."

"Oh. Well, my name's Lucy."

"Do you mind if I go into your head? I need to know whether you have magic or not."

"Okay. You can. Will it hurt?"

"I shouldn't."

"Oh."

Peter grinned. "You're scaring her, Alex."

"That's my job. I'm supposed to scare people. It's become a habit. Sorry. But, do you mind?"

Lucy thought for a moment. "No."

"'Kay."

I slid softly, gently into her mind. There was power there, not as much as Peter, but still it was there.

"Yes, you've got magic. Okay, I'll teach you. So, the easiest way for me to find my magic, is to think of the person I love the most, or to think of my favorite place to be. With me, I think of my mother, or I think of Cair Paravel in summer, when there are fauns and centaurs there. Or when I'm flying, using my magic and I feel as if I can do anything. That's all you have to do.

Once you know what or where you would love to be with or at, then you go deeper. If you go deep enough, then it feels as though you are really there. Then go deeper again. You should see a light. It should be colored a certain color but not be a certain color either. It's hard to explain. When I first found my magic, it was a dark green, but I could see all sorts of other colors, even some that I hadn't known where colors. It's easier if you close your eyes at first. Try it."

They both closed their eyes. Almost instantly, Peter and Lucy's faces relaxed. A goofy smile was on Lucy's face and Peter just looked, calm, contented, almost as vulnerable and childlike as when he was sleeping, but happier. I walked in between them, keeping them from tripping over the occasional root or log.

Peter found his magic first.

"I see . . . blue. Just blue one minute, and then there's a billion colors, but they're all blue. It's weird."

"Do you see anything, Lucy?," I asked.

"Yes. I see purple. Like Peter said, purple, but with a bunch of other colors."

"That's very good. It usually takes a few days for someone to find it."

"So what do we do now,?" Peter asked.

"Now, you learn to focus it.

"How?"

"Concentrate on, say, that rock over there. Send your magic – the light – out towards it. If you need help, I can give you a power boost."

"Okay."

"What should I focus on?" Lucy asked.

"Um, what about that frozen stream over there?"

"Alright."

I turned toward Peter to see his hands glowing a dark blue, the same color as his eyes. The rock I had had him focus on was steadily turning to dirt.

"Peter!"

His eyes flew open, and his hands stopped glowing. Suddenly, he was panting. "What happened? Why am I so tired?"

"You just turned that rock into dirt. That was amazing!"

"I did?"

"Yeah!" He was grinning now. I understood how he felt. The first time I'd done magic, I'd been exhilarated but really tired at the same time.

"Lucy, the stream's melted now." Her eyes lit up.

"Is that all there is to it?," Peter asked.

"Yes, but only if you're going to use it on its most basic level."

"What about what you said about the words last night?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

Lucy giggled. Peter shook his head and looked at me. "Got at problem with an inquisitive mind, Alex? Did I hurt your ego because I'm too ignorant of a student to know everything? Not good enough for you?" I knew he didn't mean it; his eyes were laughing.

"Oh, are you going to use big word on me now? Who do you think you are. You conceited, unintelligent, overeducated, anemone?"

"Oh, now we're going with insults, are we? And more big words? Is that all you can think of? Huh, Lioness?"

"No," I retaliated, "You just don't seem to realize who you're talking to." Lucy had gone quiet, watching us, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Then, do enlighten me."

"Alright then. You asked for it." As I said this, I grabbed one of his legs and flipped him onto his back. Or, at least, that was what I meant to do. What really happened was I grabbed his leg, but he managed to trip me as he fell, but I regained my balance in time to see him rolling around on the ground, snow getting on his clothes and in his hair, laughing. "Why are you laughing?", I asked at the same time that Susan asked "What are you doing?"

Peter couldn't answer, he just kept laughing. Suddenly, I saw what was funny. After he'd fallen and tripped me, my foot had sunk into a pile of rabbit poop while I was regaining my balance. "Oh, that is absolutely disgusting. And those are my good boots too."

Peter roared with laughter. "You should have seen your face when you realized what you'd stepped in! Oh man, that was hilarious."

"Not the most dignified of kings, are you?"

"What the heck is dignity? I'm a 16-year-old boy!"

"Can we get back to the magic lesson, so I can tell you the word for 'I'm going to pulverize that king?' I don't know if you would like the experience, but I would enjoy it immensely."

"Sure, why not?" He got up. "So, what do the words have to do with magic?"

"The words help refine and expand the things the magic will do. I can't just point to that rock and make it burst into flames without directing the magic to do it. To direct magic, you need words. For example, 'Avra' means fire in Ancient Narnian, which is the language of magic. So –" I looked at the rock. "- Avra!" The rock was on fire.

"Wow!," Lucy said. I shut off the flow of magic.

"But before you said the word and nothing happened," Peter said.

"That's because I wasn't focusing my magic. To use it, you have to find it, focus it, and then direct it. I'll teach you some of the basic words, and then we'll see how you do with them, but I don't want you burning out. If you use magic for too long, then you'll get either really tired or you'll die because you used power that you didn't have." I saw their eyes widen. "Don't worry. It rarely happens. For now, we'll start with the elements. Fire is Avra. Water is Tyra. Air is Silra. Earth is Etra. Got that?"

"Yep."

"Good. Come on. We're losing them."

We kept walking. I enjoyed talking with Peter and Lucy. My only worry was if I could live long enough to keep them safe.

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