Peter's POV

I can't figure out the change that has happened to Hoff - I'm very happy about it - I just don't understand. I walk down to a lookout spot and sit down on the ledge. I remember:

Then she came to me. "Peter. Find our daughter." "She's dead." I replied. "No, she isn't. Find our daughter." Then she left. "Hope" I wondered, even in my dream. "Where are you?"

"Hope." I spoke to myself. "Where are you?" I heard footsteps behind me, I turn around and saw Hoff.

"You've been crying." She says bluntly. Then I realize that I had been.

"Um, yeah."

"Why?"

"I-I miss my wife and child."
"Beth a-and..." Her face paled.

"Hope. My child's name is Hope."

She nodded her head. "Tell me about her, I always find it helps me when I talk about things that bother me."

"We'll, I-I haven't seen her for awhile . . . but okay. Her hair was brown and fell lightly to her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and had laughter in them. She had the largest smile. She loved many things, flowers, Fauns, Dwarfs - all animals - water, creeks, sky, tree - everything. She lived up to her name, she was full of hope. Then a bit ago I had a dream:

There were many lilies - they were Hope's favorite flower. Beth stood there, a smile on her face. She laughed.

Then she came to me. 'Peter. Find our daughter.'

'She's dead.' I replied.

'No, she isn't. Find our daughter.' Then she left.

'Hope' I wondered, even in my dream. 'Where are you?'.

Then I woke up. I can't shake the feeling off that it was more then just a dream. I just don't know where Hope is."

"So you think she's alive?"

"I hope so. But how could she?"

"Aslan can do many amazing things."

"So you think she's alive?"

"Yes."

"I hope you're right." I see that she has a faint smile on her face.

"Please, um, could you tell me about your wife?"

"Sure. Beth, wow, she was so beautiful, I remembered someone had made a painting for her and he said he didn't want to, because he wouldn't be able to put so much beauty into one painting. She had brown hair that was wavy. Her brown eyes were always smiling, but could be serious when needed. When Hope was born we didn't know if Beth would live. She had a beautiful singing voice. She also was a good fighter. I miss her so much."

Tears fell down both of our faces, I don't know why that bit of talking ht her so hard. I know she doesn't like me.

"Why are you so interested?" I asked.

"I, uh, I, am, I lost my own mother when I was young." her face paled so much.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure your mother was a wonderful women. Please tell your father that I empathy for him."

"He abandoned us. If he was there she may have lived." she spat

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"How could you? Now can you tell me about the last day you saw your wife?"

"Ummm . . . okay. My brother and sisters and I were going to go and search for a white stag. I told my daughter that I would come back, she was worried that I wouldn't. I promised her I would. I guess she'd be pretty mad at me now. I left hunting for the stag, we came across an old lamp post, and then we stumbled back into our old world unable to come back here. I so wanted to, to find my wife and my daughter. I miss them."

"So you didn't do it on purpose?"

"No, how, what, why would I do it on purpose?"

"Some dads just don't care."

"Well, this one does."

"I forgive you."

"What? Why? And what did I do to you? I know you were mad at me, but why?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but Su came running in.

"Ed is back! You're wanted at the Howe. Please do come."

So I had to get up and leave that pleasant conversation. It felt nice to talk about it. We had to figure out who would be the marshals. We decided on the eldest of the Bulgy Bears, the Giant Wimbleweather, and the Centaur Glenstorm. I was nervous for the combat will be two hours after noon. And when Ed asked me if I would win, I could only hope so.

Hoff's POV

After my talk with Peter I truly forgave him, and it felt so, so nice. It was like a huge burden was lifted off of me. I was scared, I hoped that Peter would not get hurt. If he did I would never forgive myself. We later all walked down to where the fight would take place. I stood hidden in a tree, watching what was going to happen. A little before two o'clock Peter stepped into the square. I saw him shake hands with Ed and the doctor, then he turned into the place for combat. Please win Peter - please don't die.

I looked over toward the trees and saw Dryads and Hamadryads, it had been so long since I saw them. I was so happy I almost fell out of the tree. I turn my attention back to Peter, he and Miraz started the fight, Peter looked like he was going to win, but the Miraz pulled it together and it looked he would win. No, Peter win. Win! Then Peter picked Miraz in the armpit, it was the first blood. Then Peter's arm got hurt and it looked like it was broken or sprained. Then they gave each other rest time. I saw that they were tying Peter's arm up they entered back into the fighting ring. Peter I saw was making good use of his feet, and a bit of use with his shield. There was still a chance that Peter could win this. I could tell that Peter was trying to make Miraz work. The telmarines didn't really like that. Then Peter got a nice hit on the helmet, that is not good. Miraz was standing over Peter and about to kill him when Peter and used Miraz's arm to get up. This made Miraz very mad. I laughed, good old Peter. Glancing around I saw Chanson with Ed and the doctor. Trumpkin and Trufflehunter were with them. Miraz then tripped on a tussock and Peter waited for him to rise. I could tell that a lot of the Narnians wanted Peter to kill him, but Peter is to gentlemanly to do that. Then two Lords cried out. "Treachery! Treachery! The Narnian traitor has stabbed him in the back while he lay helpless. To arms! To arms, Telmar." What? Huh? This makes no sense!

To big men came running at Peter. I jumped out of the tree, Time for battle. Peter gave a loud shout.

"To arms, Narnia. Treachery!" hehehehe both sides are accusing the other of Treachery.

Running to Peter as hard as I could I pulled my sword out. Then I saw Reep go into the crowd.

"Come back, Reepicheep, you little bloke! You'll only be killed. This is no place for mice." cried Peter. I laughed, I knew what Reep would do.

"It's okay Peter, Reep will be fine." And indeed he was. He loved to poke Telmarine feet, but unfortunately the joy was one sided.

Soon the telmarine faces turned white and they gave a loud cry "The Wood! The Wood! The end of the world!"

"Hurrah for Aslan!" I yelled and then charged. They fled to the river to find that the bridge was gone.

After the Battle Peter lead Caspian to Aslan.

"This is Caspian, Sir."

Caspian knelt before the lion.

"Welcome, Prince. Do you feel yourself sufficient to take up the Kingship of Narnia?" Aslan questioned.

"I-I don't think I do, Sir. I'm only a kid."

"Good. If you had felt yourself sufficient, it would have been a proof that you were not. Therefore, under us and under the High King, you shall be King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and Emperor of the Lone Islands. You and your heirs while your race lasts. And your coronation - but what of we here?"

Then I saw that there were some mice, and they carried a litter with Reep in it.

"Reep! Do tell me you're okay." I cried running forward. Lucy came forward and dropped some liquid from her cordial. Reep was soon healed and jumped up.

"Hail, Aslan! I have the honor . . ." But stopped and realized that he had no tail. "I am confounded. I am completely out of countenance. I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion."

"It becomes you very well, Small One." was the reply. Soon Reep made a request for a new tail. I had to keep from laughing my head off.

"Sir, I can eat and sleep and die for my King without one. But a tail is the honor and glory of a Mouse."

"I have sometimes wondered, friend, whether you do not think to much about you honor. And why have your followers all drawn their swords, may I ask?"

"May it please your High Majesty, we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our Chief must go without his. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honor which is denied to the High Mouse." I recognized this as Peepiceek (which I call Peep), he was a good doctor to me when I had some bad wounds.

"Ah! You have conquered me. You have great hearts. Not for the sake of your dignity, Reepicheep, but for the love that is between you and your people, and still more for the kindness your people showed me long ago when you ate away the cords that bound me on the stone table, you shall have your tail again." And right then Reep had his tail again.

Then Caspian got knighted and Caspian knighted Trufflehunter, Trumpkin and Reep. He also made the doctor his Lord Chancellor and confirmed the Bulgy Bear as the Marshal of the Lists. I thought his choices were great. I looked over at Chanson who had a huge grin on his face. After that we all had a huge feast. I walked up to Peter.

"Peter, please come with me." I whispered. He nodded and followed me.

"What is it Hoff?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"A story. Here it goes. When I was five my father left, and when I was six my mother died, she was killed by the Telmarines, one of the reasons I fought against them so hard. After that I made my way to Archenland and when I was nine I was sent on a mission by Aslan to go to the desert between Archenland and Tashbaan, in the middle I would find a crack, and I did go there and followed all of the instructions. I found a necklace, and Aslan said that I would grow to be fifteen years old then stay the same age until my father returns. It has been many a hundred years but now he's back. Peter, I am Hope Faith Pevensie."

Peter stared at me for a second.

"How do I know that you aren't lying?"

"I look a bit like Beth. And - and, just ask Aslan."

"I will, I do believe you. You do look a lot like Beth." Then he pulled me into a huge hug. Then we walked hand in hand back to the feast, both of us had the most fun we had had in years.