I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS THEY ARE ALL OWNED BY C.S LEWIS.
I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND SOME OF THE CHARACTERS!
So I've decided to write a fanfic, & I absolutely adore The Chronicles of Narnia so I thought, that during the golden age I would add a third girl, who would eventually fall in love and marry Peter! Anyways this story will eventually lead back into Narnia during Prince Caspian.
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I apologize I am not the greatest writer!
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Have you ever had that one moment in your life where you felt it could be the happiest moment of your life? That everything was about to change and it was all for the better. I can remember that day clearly. It was one year ago, or fourteen years ago in their time.
Everything was perfect. The air smelt of flowers, the sun was shinning bright making everything look extraordinary. There wasn't a cloud in sight, which meant no rain.
We had waited a year, a year after the battle. For some reason he wanted it this way, and I had to say that he was right. In an entire year, the battle field would be cleaned up; we would be used to the fact that we were kings and queens of an ancient magical land. This day was worth the wait.
"Are you nervous?" Edmund asked me with anticipation. "Not really. I've been waiting for this day for over a year! Edmund don't you just feel that this day is perfect, that nothing will go wrong tha-" Edmund cut her off before she got to finish "that you and Peter would be together forever… blah blah blah. Enough with all this mushy stuff, I don't understand it and frankly I don't want to. Now we have a wedding to get to, I suggest you move along quickly before Peter comes back here to see what's taking you so long."
"Your right, he probably would do that wouldn't he? I'm surprised Lucy hasn't come back here yet. She has planned the entire wedding for me. That girl has too much enthusiasm for life." She walked over to where Edmund was standing. He stuck out his arm for her to take a hold of. She laced her arm threw his as they prepared to leave the ruby and gold colored tent.
They both stepped outside arm in arm. She was thinking to herself about why she had chosen Edmund to walk her down the aisle. He was the only boy at Cair Paravel let alone her about-to-be new brother. They had become close friends, and she thought that it would be nice if it were he who walked her down the aisle.
I stared down at my feet. My dress was perfect! Lucy and Susan were smart in leading me to choose this dress. It was a wonderful Ivory mermaid dress, with a lace overlay. It was a corset back; Susan had decided a corset was more romantic and more slimming as she put it. After she realized she said that, she went on for days telling me I didn't need to look slimmer then I already was. The dress had dainty little cap sleeves. Lucy picked the cap sleeves in stead of the many other choices I had (We really do have wonderful Seamstresses at Cair Paravel), she also chose the color and the lace.
"I think at weddings" Edmund pause before whispering to me "that brides are generally supposed to look at the man she is about to marry while walking down the aisle." I gasped. I was walking down the aisle looking at my feet, not even looking at Peter! I looked up. Oh god he looked like he was in shock! I mouthed the words I'm sorry to him then smiled awkwardly. Edmund laughed at me. I smiled at Peter, and he smiled back. Oh how he made my heart melt. His smile was wonderful, and his blond hair shimmered in the sunlight. He looks handsome, absolutely perfect. His blue eyes sparkled. I was about to marry the man I love, being with him happily for the rest of my life.
"Excuse me? Excuse me miss, do you need some help?" I looked up at the man asking me this question. He was dark haired with fair skin. He had freckles, and light brown eyes. Any girl would be lucky to have him, but for me he was nothing, nothing compared to Peter. Truth was it had been a year, a whole year and I was still in love with Peter. I couldn't move on I couldn't forget about the fourteen years, he and I had been married for.
"Miss…?" He stared at me with confusing. I finally snapped into realization. I wasn't in Narnia at Cair Paravel in the gardens marrying Peter, I was here in Canada. I had to stop thinking about him, about it, about Narnia! This all had to stop, but how?
He kept looking at me funny. Actually he looked worried. I looked up at him again, for some reason I was sitting on the side of the road. He smiled at me when I looked at him, and stuck out his hand. He laughed "Can I help you up?" "Oh sorry! I don't know what came over me; I don't actually know why I'm here?" I sounded helpless and I knew it. "No worries, but are you hurt?" I looked at him. I was confused, no I wasn't hurt and it was quite obvious I wasn't "No, I'm not. Why?" "Well you still haven't gotten up." We both laughed.
I reached for his hand and he pulled me up. "I'm Foxley Young, and you are?" "I'm Kaity… Kaity..." I didn't know what to say. Peter was still my husband, but that was in Narnia. Did it count in Canada too? In Narnia I was Kaity Pevensie, but in Canada I was Kaity Wells. "My name is Kaity Wells."
If I was going to try to forget about Peter, about Narnia, about my family I couldn't be a Pevensie anymore. Being a Pevensie would cause people who knew me to think I was mad, and I would never live down the fact that I was married, still felt married yet I was flirting with a man who wasn't Peter.