OMG? An update? WOW!
TA DA the TRICKERY! This is not about Peter, but basically a background info chap.
But that doesn't mean it's not funny!
~How the Fanfics came to be (Or at least how the story will go in this fanfic)
When a kind young man named Clive Staples Lewis went to bed for the night, little did he know he was about to be "chosen".
Little did he also know that he was about to be put up to a very difficult task.
It all started when he was tapped on the shoulder by a young little girl named Lucy.
Mr. Lewis jumped so high he could have touched the ceiling of his small little room. But the young girl seemed so calm as she stared into his face with a curious look.
"Hello sir, I'm looking for a really good writer… do you happen to know one?"
Lewis at this time was sure he was quite a considerable writer and figured whatever this girl could need would be pretty easy.
"Dear girl, you are looking at one,"
Little Lucy Pevensie's face brightened with happiness when she heard this, and requested if her siblings may enter the house.
It was a cold dark night, and the other children were sitting on C. S. Lewis' porch causing him to be slightly surprised.
"What on Earth are all four of you children doing here?" Lewis asked quite amused and surprised at the fact they all seemed pretty miserable.
"Come in, come in. Let me take care of you, and you may tell me what it is you need a writer for," Clive said, making the three children on his doorstep grin from ear to ear with happiness.
Thus, even though Lewis did not know it, came the most difficult requests he had ever gotten.
"My name is Peter, this is my older sister Susan, my younger brother Eddie and my…" Peter was saying, but was interrupted by a very annoyed younger boy.
"It's Edmund, not Eddie. Stop telling everyone that's my name!"
C. S. Lewis had to try very hard not to laugh at the sibling's in front of him.
"…and my little sister Lucy,"
"We wish to ask you a really huge favor," Lucy butted in.
"What is that Miss. Lucy?" Lewis asked trying to be kind to the strange foreign children at the best.
"We would like you to write about our adventures in Narnia sir, and we dearly hope you will believe us as we tell you this," Susan asked, trying to keep to the point, but not overwhelm the poor man. It was pretty late at night, and she was sure they must be bothering him.
Lewis stared at the four children, suddenly no longer seeing them as children but as Kings and Queens with a very interesting story.
And so the writing of the Chronicles of Narnia began.
I know, I know, it was short. But I'll post Peter's chapter in an hour or so! So I'll see you then (P.S. if you're reading this, I swear that Peter's fanfics will not be closely related to any. They were never really meant to be in the first place.)