Disclaimer: I really don't own anything but Freya, Karina and that little prick Eris.

Empathy

At night they would go walking 'til the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping…
Through the dark streets they go searching to seek God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…

Singing la lalalala la lé…
And the night over London rang.
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
for their curses to be broken…
We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…
Singing la lalalala la lé…
And the night over London rang.

God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don't know what he said,
For my heart, it wasn't open…
Not open…

Singing la lalalala la lé…
and the night over London rang.
Singing la lalalala la lé…
There's no light over London today - Coldplay "Cemeteries of London"Peter was now officially fed up with Eris. Other than insulting Karina and calling him 'Peteykins' in front of everyone, she had managed to piss off Lucy; a feat that could almost never be done. It all started when Lucy mentioned something about Aslan and Eris said that he wasn't real.

"A talking lion! How foolish, the next thing you'll tell me is that the Narnians have an equal say in politics!" she guffawed, leaving a very stunned Peter and tearful Lucy in her wake. Peter was sitting outside of Lucy's door, waiting for her to come out when he heard a light tapping on the door.

"High King," strangely it was Freya. Peter had no idea how she slipped past without waking him, as he'd dozed off quite a few times.

"Queen Lucy says she doesn't want to see you and that you're; forgive me your highness, a stuffy git for marrying that troll." Freya whispered. Peter choked back a laugh, "Tell her she doesn't have to worry, I'm not marrying that beast of a girl."

The door creaked open and a white cloaked figure emerged. It was Freya.

"It seems Queen Lucy tires of us both." She said smiling sadly. She and Peter adjourned to the gardens, enjoying the sunshine; Dante kept a close watch from his perch on one of the castle spires. They found themselves near the lake, Freya liked the sounds and scents of the water so Peter thought it would be a wonderful place to bring her.

"So, um, how did you…" Peter really had no idea how to ask the simple question of 'were you born blind?' To him it sounded like he was asking her about some painful disease or a long lost family member. Freya nodded, "I understand your predicament, my king. I lost my sight by ingesting Blood Root."

Peter made a face. Blood Root was one of the most foul Narnian plants; sometimes used to tip arrow with, it gave the victim a burning sensation. Peter had never known of anyone actually eating the plant, its crimson leaves and deep purple flowers seemed like enough of a warning to those idiotic enough to eat it.

"Is it, um, hard not being able to see the world?" Peter asked awkwardly. Freya's hands fidgeted and picked at the grass, "In a way, I can see. Every person, every living thing has an aura. Almost like an identification, no single one is the same. I can read emotions by using auras. For instance, your aura is crimson, meaning you like to be the center of attention and are very responsible."

She was good. Peter chuckled, "That sounds like me."

"Give me your hand, my king." Freya said softly, holding up her white hand. Peter obeyed and touched palms with her, her skin was cold like marble, and just as smooth.

"You're real name is Peter Pevensie, from England. You're eighteen, almost nineteen. You lived in a place called Finchley with your mother and you came to Narnia in a city called War-Drobe." Freya said, her eyes closed. Peter was astounded,

"H-how do you know all that?" No one in Narnia knew about Finchley, at least to his knowledge.

"I'm an empath, I can read your emotions and sometimes thoughts. Does that bother you?" she asked stoically. The High King blinked, "No, of course not! It's just very…"

"Unnerving." She finished, tucking her hand back into her sleeve.

"SUSAN!!"

Susan jumped, her book clattering to the floor. It was Karina, and she sounded quite perturbed. She excused herself from the library; where she was reading contently with Dr. Cornelius, and hurried up the stairs to her friends room. When she got there the door was locked, Susan juggled the handle forcefully.

"Karina? Are you alright?" she asked, worried that the door was locked and Karina wasn't answering. The door suddenly slid open and Karina pulled her inside.

"Well," Susan said, smoothing out her skirts, "That was unnecessary."

Karina's face looked ashen and her eyes were red, liked she'd been crying recently.

"What's wrong?"

Karina rushed Susan into a tight embrace, sobbing like an infant of the Gentle Queen's shoulder; "I'm pregnant."

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, cliffie! Well, not really. Sorry this chapter's so short, I promise to make the next one longer. I'm preyy down in the dumps, my BFF's mom just died so I might not have the next chapter until a few days from now. BTW, the reason Karina's so disdrought is b/c she's only seventeen after all! She's just a baby herself. Hmmmmmmmm, when will Caspian find out? Will Peter and Freya hook up? Will Eris do something even more annoying and mean that make Lucy (I love this kid) cry? When will the Witch and her sister make their entrance?

Dunno, I'm in the dark same as you. JK