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Onto chapter 39!

Chapter 39: Ruins

"I still wish we knew where we are," Lucy sighed. "These ruins have a familiar air about them."

"I agree," said Edmund. "If we are in Narnia, it's no place I remember. There aren't any other castles in Narnia other than our own Cair Paravel."

"It's only been a year since we left Narnia," remarked Peter. "I still wish I could see Nerina again. She would have had the baby by now."

Lucy and Edmund nodded their heads in agreement.

"Look what I found!" said Susan, running up to her siblings. "It was on the ground by the well."

"I say Peter," Edmund commented, "that looks just like one of the golden chess pieces from out set at Cair Paravel. Remember we were playing when Mr. Tumnus came in with news of the White Stag."

Peter took the gold figure in his hand. Suddenly he looked up at his siblings, a strange look in his eyes.

"Don't you see where we are?" he asked. "It doesn't fully make sense, but it does explain a lot."

"Explain what Peter?" Susan said. "Please, do tell."

"We are in Cair Paravel!" the eldest Pevensie exclaimed.

"We can't possibly be at Cair Paravel," said Edmund. "You said yourself it's only been a year. Second, Nerina would not have let this place become all overgrown and ruined. Third, it can't be, because there was never an orchard in the area."

"Then how come Susan found a chess piece that looks just like ours? And how come everything still standing is in the same place everything was in when we were here?"

Edmund stood up. "I will show you proof why we aren't in Cair Paravel."

Everyone followed him. Edmund led them through the vegetation, every once in a while looking back at the ruins. Finally he stopped.

"There," he said, pointing. "What do you see?"

"Nothing," replied Susan.

"Exactly. If we were at Cair Paravel, our four statues would be there."

"The ones that Nerina made," said Peter. A lump was growing in this throat. "Follow me," his voice croaked. "I want to see something."

Oceans apart, day after day

And I slowly go insane

I hear your voice…

But it doesn't stop the pain

In the little daylight that was left, they headed back to where they had previously been sitting.

Peter began looking at the wall and moving the vines. "The treasure room door should be right…here," he said, revealing a worn, wooden door.

"By Jove, you were right Peter," said a wide-eyed Edmund. "I'm sorry."

"That's all right. Help me get this door open."

Everyone helped, and then the Pevensies descended the stairs, Edmund's electric torch lighting the way.

At the bottom of the stairs was the old treasure room. The Pevensies had returned to their castle.

"You know what this mean, don't you?" said Peter in a husky voice. "Nerina's statues not being there, and the castle being in ruins?"

Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here, waiting for you

Edmund's mouth opened, while Susan and Lucy gasped, and tears came to their eyes.

"You mean she's-?" Susan started, not able to say it.

All Peter could do was nod as tears came down his face.

Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

"Come," he finally said after a while, "we must- we must go on."

It was very bittersweet going through everything in the treasure room. Every object brought back so many wonderful memories. Some were difficult to look at- having once belonged to Peter's beloved wife.

One in particular was especially hard.

I took for granted, all the times

That I thought would last somehow

I hear the laughter, I taste the tears

"Oh," everyone heard Lucy gasp.

"What is it Lu?" Peter asked.

"Look." Lucy stepped closer to the torch's light, something shiny in her hand.

Susan gasped. "Oh Peter, it's-"

"-Her brooch," he finished. "It's the one she thought she lost before we all left."

But I can't get near you now…

"I don't remember checking down here," said Edmund glumly. "It must have been down here the whole time."

Peter took the brooch and placed it in his pocket.

Oh can't you see it baby,

You've got me going crazy

"They're still there," breathed Susan as she gazed at the wall nearby.

"What's there?" Edmund asked, shining his torch at the far end of the treasure room.

"Our gifts!" exclaimed Lucy, and the four walked solemnly to where their gifts from Father Christmas hung on the wall.

Peter was just about to take his sword down when an unfamiliar voice demanded,

"Who are you, and why do you dare to touch the possessions of the Golden Age Rulers?"

The Pevensies spun around to face the voice. All they could see in the darkness was the split-second gleam of a sword and the outline of a tall figure.

Edmund moved his torch in the figure's direction, but it did not reach the newcomer.

"We will reveal ourselves only after you do yourself," challenged Peter.

They heard footsteps as the figure stepped into the torchlight.

It was a tall young man with wavy blonde hair and, upon closer inspection, bright, clear, blue eyes.

"I am Drusus of Arcadia," he said, still holding his sword. "Now who are-"

Drusus stopped and stared at the siblings. Wide-eyed, he slowly stepped towards them. "Are you-…no, you can't possibly be. Grandmother said you disappeared long ago."

"We are the Golden Age Rulers," said Peter in a kingly voice. "These gifts belong to my sisters and me."

Drusus continued to stare. "So you mean that you-…you…" he pointed at Peter, "you are High King Peter? But how?"

"Aslan brought us back from our own world into Narnia once more. You say that your grandmother had spoken of us disappearing long ago. How long?"

"Why, about a thousand years."

"By Jove!" exclaimed Edmund. "Have we really been gone that long?"

I wonder how we can survive, this romance

But in the end if I'm with you, I'll take the chance

"That would explain the ruins and the orchard. Remember we had planted apple trees before we left?" Lucy remarked.

"Yes, I do now," agreed Susan.

"I can't believe it's you," gasped Drusus. "This is quite odd, for you see, I have heard so much about you from the older Arcadians, and now here you are. You don't have any idea who I am, do you?"

Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here, waiting for you

"You're Arcadian, we know, as you've stated," replied Peter. "We've been there. My wife was Arcadian."

Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

"Yes I know," said Drusus. "She was my grandmother."

Song Used-Right Here Waiting For You by Bryan Adams.

I would like to take this time to point out a few things I don't think the average reader would have noticed and that I purposly put in the story.

1-In ACT 2, when Aslan visits, he leaves, saying this must be put into motion. I am referring to the HHB story.

2-Did you notice that at some point (even I don't know the exact point), I stop referring to the four siblings as "the Pevensies" to symbolize their new lives as Narnia rulers, and forgetting of their old lives?

3-If you read carefully, you can tell when Peter asks permission to marry Nerina from her father and Adelphos.

4-There are others like these, so if you reread this story after it is complete, you might want to keep and eye out for them.

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Thanks!

Haras