A.N. Due to popular demand (I feel so important writing that) I have decided to write this lovely epilogue.
***Peter***
I saw things in those I appointed that no one else, not even themselves would have noticed. I saw everything in Peter. I saw into him, every thought and fear. Peter was the rock upon which I would build Narnia, upon him and his siblings. That is why I named him Magnificent.
I saw in Peter differences that did not exist anywhere else. I saw his desire to prove himself, his fight, his love of his family. I knew then he would take care of my family. That is why I named him High King. Through his love of his family, he would care of mine.
I saw in Peter the care he put into learning everything he could about his new land and how to defend it. I saw the love with which he treated his younger siblings, and the mercy with which he treated his subjects. He loved them almost as much as I did.
The power with which he wielded the blade Rhindon in defense of all I stood for, the dignity with which he held the head which bore his golden crown. Peter was my High King, Magnificence.
Peter was always close to the griffins, they who lived in the northern parts of his country. In a way he was like them, brave warriors that they were. He and his siblings loved to fly among the clouds atop them. But the griffins always held a certain affinity for their High King. He was like one of their own, fierce and proud, brave and true.
At the end of his life, he had constant faith. Unlike his second and last trip to Narnia, when he had not believed his sister, and listened to doubt rather than sense. But, when he followed the light his sistera showed, he was returned to me. The king I had meant him to be.
High King Peter the Magnificent, second only to me, the greatest of all kings.
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***Susan***
Oh, Susan, my beautiful child. At the beginning of her journey, she trusted me implicitly. She had no doubts, no fears that I could not resolve for her. She comforted her sister, and proved herself worthy of everything. That is why I named her Gentle.
Before she met Me, she relied on logic and that which she considered possible to come to conclusions. Afterwards, she realized that with Me, all things are possible.
When Father Christmas gave them their gifts, her bow and quiver suited her. She did not like death, did not see the beauty of steel that her siblings saw. Her ivory horn, carved into My shape to call for help when needed. Her gifts were part of her, for she was often seen with at least one of them about her.
Susan knew how to be a mother to her kingdom long before most girls should have to think of it. A kingdom long oppressed needed her, and she rose to the task I had sent her. Those who came to her could always find a warm and sweet smile and a kindly nature. It is what I meant for her to be.
Susan understood diplomacy as well. A smile put in the right place would have enemies begging at her feet. But she was not ruthless or cruel in her administration of this, no, she merely did what I needed of her. If she had been ruthless or cruel, she would not have been the child I loved.
Horses always held a certain love of Susan. Talking or dumb, they gravitated towards her. Although Edmund was the only one who ever rode a Talking Horse, Susan could have if she'd wanted. Her riding was amazing. She could keep her seat in situations few others could have, and no Horse would let her fall. She loved them so deeply, just as they loved her.
But when I tore her from her country, I knew I had hurt her more deeply than she could bear. To return her to that which she desired after the people and landscape she loved so well had died and been mutilated, it had pushed her to her breaking point. She should not have fought. I should not have driven her to fight. If I had not, she might not have left Me.
Oh Susan, beautiful child, I know that one day you will remember me. I just pray it is before it is too late.
Queen Susan the Gentle, beloved child of the son of the Emperor-over-the-Sea.
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***Edmund***
Edmund was an interesting one. At first he scorned Me and my love for him, scorned his sisters and his brother. He betrayed them to the cruelest of tyrants, she who enslaved my people for nigh on a hundred years. It was for his betrayal and redemption I named him Just.
But when he was rescued by that faithful party, when he was brought to Me, I saw the greatness of what he could be. I saw the Justice with which he could rule, the power with which he would fight. I saw all that he could and would be, if he but followed Me.
And follow Me he did. He gave his verdict as strongly and rightly as I would have. His words were often his weapons, his diplomacy one of his greatest assets.
Centaurs loved Edmund the most out of the four. They saw his solemn nature, his dual blades as though he were their own. My servant Oreius would never have admitted it, but Edmund was his favorite student. He loved them all, of course, like his own children, but Edmund held a place in his heart, from the moment when he freed him from the Witch.
Even when Edmund returned to Narnia, more than a thousand years after he'd left it, the centaurs still remembered the legends told about their kind's beloved king. Glenstorm, who had loved the old tales as a colt, was more than pleased to meet the king who had long held his imagination. When Edmund could fight as well as Glenstorm had ever imagined, Edmund's name was never forgotten among the centaurs, who spoke of him with love and admiration.
Edmund payed his younger sister mind when she told them of My presence. Although he himself could not see Me, his faith equalled his sister's a thousand times over. Those who follow Me without seeing are close to my heart. He stood up for Lucy when the time arose, and helped her to force the others to see.
Always faithful, Deathwater Island was nearly the death of him. All he'd wanted was to be recognized as a king in his own right, as I meant for him to be, not steal Peter's or Caspian's thrones. But My presence was enough to make him realize that the greatest of all king's knew him.
King Edmund the Just, king close to the heart of the one and only savior.
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***Lucy***
Lucy, My faithful, beautiful, much loved child. Her light and love of life were as integral a part of her life as her fierce spirit. It was for this combination that I named her Valiant.
Even never having met Me, never having known Me before, Lucy saw. She saw me as truly as those who followed me since the time of their birth. She fought hard, ruled lovingly, followed faithfully. I saw everything she would be, for Lucy was someone who would never leave Me. She let Me into her heart, and decided that absolutely nothing would remove Me.
Everyone loved Lucy. She could have charmed the stars out of the heavens, not because of beauty and persuasion like her sister, but because it was who she was. She genuinely loved everyone and everything. If you didn't care for her, she didn't care.
Lucy. I loved her, My beautiful beloved child. She was a little lioness, one of my own. She would not listen to sugared words, but could see a person for what they were. It made her invaluable to Narnia and her siblings. Any one who dared try and lie to her had better run, for I knew that her nature was so fierce, she would not stand for lies. Lucy was a lioness in her own right, a girl after My own heart.
Bacchus understood Lucy, and he understood My request. Let her regain her Valiant spirit. Let her sit at his right hand, as though she were a favored follower. He understood that Lucy was like one of his Maenads; not as dark or bloodthirsty, but just as passionate, just wild. Lucy wildness was like my own. Just as I am not a tame lion, she is not a one-sided woman. Many people choose to see only her fighting nature, or only her love. I saw every side of her, every thing she ever thought.
It was to My great distress that she did not think herself beautiful, and would have given up everything just to be like her sister, the sister she adored and protected. It was only through showing her what might have been that she realized her true worth. And because Lucy knew she had worth, she became the most beautiful girl in the world, from the inside out.
Queen Lucy the Valiant, queen after My own heart.
A.N. And this is the conclusion to 'Magnificent, Gentle, Just, Valiant'. I hope you liked it. I see Aslan as loving the Pevensies in the way that a Father loves his children, and like the way God loves us.
My thanks to CrazyDyslexicNerd, Twilight Gleek, Peeta 4eva, earth17, EgyLynx, MutterdesDrache2087, and AlwaysABrandNewDay for their reviews. To everyone, who read this, you also have my thanks. Thank you!
Aslan with you!
-Dryad Queen