So here it is – the second chapter! Thanks to those who reviewed so far – you're my heroes (or heroines ;)) ... and to those who haven't please do!! ;) ..

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Peter went to the room with the wardrobe, whenever he could spare the time. Between the hours of cramming and learning he needed some time to forget about the upcoming exams and he couldn't think of a place, where he could better escape this world than the place, where they had first discovered the magical land. Well except for Narnia itself of course. But since that wasn't possible, he had to be satisfied with the place, where their fairy tale had begun.

He always had to laugh, when he thought of himself stretching out his hand to Mr. Beaver, making these weird noises to coax him to come nearer. He still got frightened when he thought of the white witch and of Edmund being under her thumb. He still felt overprotective, thinking of Susan's hundreds of suitors during their reign, now that she was that far away surely attracting hundred's of Yankees. He could still remember this feeling of happiness, when he was fooling around with Lucy in the garden's of Cair Paravel, when they were planting the apple orchard there.

And he remembered the feeling of frustration and anger, when they had stumbled back through the wardrobe to their dull life of earth, fifteen years younger than they used to be. After being a grown up king, in a land, where everyone had admired him (well he had been great after all!), it had been more than difficult to return to a life in which everyone just saw him as a child. After living half a lifetime in Narnia, they had come back so different, but nothing here had changed. He had been so angry at Aslan for sending them back, nearly losing his faith.

But at their second journey to Narnia he had learned an important thing. Going to Narnia had been a gift, an incredible one and he was beyond thankful that Aslan had chosen them to go there. He had been one of the few persons lucky enough to be able to experience life in two different worlds. The time in Narnia had been the best time of his life, and he was sure it will ever be, but he had accepted the fact that he had to live in his own world now.

However sitting there with closed eyes, remembering the adventures, celebration and wars, the good times and bad times in Narnia made him feel complete. Without those experiences he wouldn't be the same person. It was the time as a high king, the time when he had the responsibility for so many people, that had made him to the person he was.

And it was because of this that he wanted to be a medicine, he wanted to be able to help people, to better their lives, like he had done in Narnia.

Suddenly the moan of the wooden door of the wardrobe next to him awoke him from his thoughts. It had sprung open. Confused Peter looked around the room, but there was no sign of anyone, neither a mouse nor a human.

Then he stood up and opened the door completely, but instead of coats and winter jackets, he found an empty corridor with three wooden doors inside of the wardrobe.

Could this mean that...? No, this couldn't be possible. Aslan had told them that they weren't to return to Narnia. Maybe something had happened and his destiny had changed. Or maybe this was another parallel world. Maybe Aslan wanted to test him, to see if he can overcome the temptation. But in fact he had never promised not to go back, he had never said that he would miss a chance to go back; he had only accepted the fact that earth was his world to live in.

Peter took a deep breath and stepped into the wardrobe. Once in there he could feel the light rocking motion of a ship, which immediately reminded him of their expeditions on sea back in the golden age. Suddenly the door behind him closed. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea after all. Maybe he shouldn't...

When he turned around the door he had come through, suddenly opened and a confused looking Caspian was standing in front of him.

"Caspian, man, it's good to see you again!" Peter said, giving the young king a pat on the back. Peter couldn't help but feeling happy. He was really back in Narnia.

Caspian just looked at him, seemingly speechless, so Peter continued, "So where are we? I hope still in Narnia? How are things progressing here?"

"Your Majesty..." Caspian stammered.

"Oh Caspian, skip the formality!" Peter said, obviously in a good mood. Well he was back in Narnia, wasn't he? He had every reason to be happy!

"So where are we now?" the high king repeated his question.

"We are sailing across the Great Eastern Ocean, far beyond the Lone Islands!" Caspian answered, his voice regaining its strength.

"And what or who are we searching for?" Peter asked enthusiastically.

"I've promised Aslan to find the Seven Lost Lords, who had been sent to explore the eastern seas by Miraz. We've already found two of them, Lord Bern, who has stayed on the Lone Islands as a governor and Lord Octesian, who was either killed by dragon or turned into a dragon and then died", Caspian informed his friend.

"Well, then I suppose I am here to help you. I can't understand why Aslan didn't send Lucy and Edmund... or are they here as well?" Peter asked, a bride smile on his face, thinking of seeing his siblings again.

"Well, theoretically they are here but..." Caspian said, stammering again.

"But...? But what? What happened?" Peter got worried. Had something happened to his siblings? Were they in danger or even already...? Was that the reason he was here?


"Su, wake up!" Susan suddenly heard a voice, seeming far far away.

Slowly she opened her eyes, realising the shape of her brother, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Peter!" Susan exclaimed in delight, sitting up, hugging her brother, whom she hadn't seen for the whole summer. At the sudden movement she felt a twinge in her weak body and as she looked over Peter's shoulder and realised where she was and who else was in this room, she felt another sting, but this time it felt like someone was stabbing her heart.

Susan closed her eyes. So it hadn't been one of those stupid dreams, she had dreamed of a hundred times before. She was back; back, where she had longed to be, where she had left her heart. They, she and her siblings, were back; back, where they weren't supposed to be, back in Narnia.

She pulled back and looked straight into her older brother's face, noticing tears in his eyes.

"So, we are back!" It wasn't a question, but a statement. Her brother just nodded.

Suddenly the door was pushed open and Lucy stormed in, throwing her arms over her surprised sister, without saying a word. "Lucy, it's good to see you!" Susan whispered into her younger sister's ear.

When she felt Lucy's tears on her shoulders and heard her sobbing, she realised that there was something amiss. Susan looked into her sibling's swollen eyes, noticing that their tears weren't tears of happiness but of grief.

"What's going on? What has happened?" she asked, looking from Lucy, who looked like she hadn't slept in days, to Peter, who avoided her gaze, being at a loss for words.

"Where's Edmund?" she whispered, her voice nearly breaking down. Had something happened to him? Was that the reason they were here?

She searched the room, looking for the person that made their quartet complete. But the pair of brown eyes, her gaze met, weren't the one Susan was looking for, although she had dreamed of these eyes for three months.

Her blue eyes were stuck on Caspian, not able to tear them away from him. His expression told her everything and she knew that something dreadful had happened. In his gaze she saw love, care and grief, but most of all she saw guilt. She saw how this guilt was tearing him apart from the inside and this guilt made him breaking the ban, looking down to the ground, not able to stand her gaze anymore.

"Edmund is ..." Peter found his voice again, although it was still quite shaky, "Edmund is lost!"

"What do you mean lost?" Susan asked, tearing her eyes away from Caspian, looking at Peter again.

"Ask him!" Peter said bitterly, his voice now full of anger, reminding Susan of the situation three months ago at Aslan's How. But this time Caspian didn't argue back, keeping his gaze to the ground.

"It wasn't his fault, Peter!" Lucy defended Caspian, "It wasn't anybody's! It just happened! We all feel desperate and helpless, but accusing each other, won't help Edmund, won't bring him back. Fate decides everything, everything that happens has its reasons; Aslan has his reasons for ..."

"How can you still have faith in Aslan? He let this happen, he didn't prevent it!" Peter shouted in anger, "After everything we've done for him...!"

"How can you not have faith in him, after everything he had done for us?" Lucy stood up for Aslan, as she always did, her faith in him indestructible, "He showed us our strengths and our weaknesses, he learned us how important it is too stick together! Aslan brought us here to Narnia, without him we wouldn't have come here and..."

"And Edmund would be safe!" Peter concluded.

Then there was an awkward silence, nobody dared to say anything. Susan was shocked, shocked about what she had just found out, still not knowing what exactly had happened; and shocked about the way Peter was acting.

She had known him all her life, she had experienced him in wars, in battles about life and death, but she had never seen him like this. The way he yelled at Lucy, the expression in his eyes, it frightened her, although Susan knew why he acted that way. Edmund meant so much to Peter, he meant much to all of them.

"Please, can just somebody tell me, what has happened?" Susan asked, not knowing if she actually wanted to hear this.


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