Week II- August 13th, 1940
Peter: "We received letters from our families. That made us smile a good bit. Mum asked me if I was looking after the others. Oh, if only she knew. I've told the others we should tell our parents of our adventures, but just tell it as a fairytale. I've started to write down my first moments in Narnia. I wonder what they will think. They will ask in the next letter how we came up with all of it, but they will probably assume it's a story that Kayla wrote. She is a storyteller and a writer. But this way we can feel good about leaving, even if we are telling our parents that it's fiction. We all agreed. Though, we are leaving out the fact that we are all actually from the world of Narnia to begin with. That was the professor's suggestion. Here I am, telling my parents that Ivar and I helped Mr. Beaver catch a bucket full of trout, and that I killed a wolf with the sword that Father Christmas gave me. How will they react?"
Ivar: "How do I explain to my parents that I got into an axe fight with a living, breathing, minotaur? Oh, right. We're saying it's fiction. Right. That makes this easier. They might say I've been spending too much time around Kayla, but she is one of my two best friends. The other is Peter. He is like my brother. We still don't know if it was Aslan's plan that we all would meet up in this world, but we believe it is. I mean, of course it is. Besides the fact that we are all from Narnia to begin with, there is another detail I am leaving out of the story. And that detail is on the day we were hunting the White Stag, I was going to propose to Kayla. We weren't even courting, but that didn't matter to me. Not one bit. And I knew she would say yes, but now that we're back in our teenager bodies again, I will have to wait at least three to four more years to ask her. Hard to believe I still have the ring. I've asked the professor to keep it safe for me. He has the means for it, I don't."
Susan: "Should I tell them of the Rabadash Incident, or not? Will it scare them? Will they believe it? After all, we are just telling them it's all fiction. Oh, Aslan, please don't let them believe it. Especially not the Rabadash Incident. If he believed this, and if he had a way to, I know Da would not hesitate to come into the world of Narnia and kill Rabadash himself. That is, if the man is still alive. Oh, if only we knew what was going on in Narnia now. Who is on the throne? What has happened to Cair Paravel? Where is Aslan? I wonder if there is some way we can see into Narnia, but perhaps only in dreams. What if we all dreamed of Narnia tonight, and each dream happened differently from the other? Oh, but I don't want to think about what could be in the dreams. I just can't bring myself to picture that. I will just tell my parents that I was gentle to all of the Narnians, but I will not tell them I am truthfully from Narnia."
Kayla: "Oh, Momma and Daddy are gonna be surprised by storytelling abilities now. Or so they think. Who knows if Athair will ever want to tell them of who we really are, and how they became our parents? We were all already as close as siblings, but now, after fifteen years in Narnia, we are siblings. Ivar and I view the Pevensies as our brothers and sisters, and they view us the same way. Family isn't in the blood, it's in the bond. Whenever Peter and Edmund talked about their sisters, they meant Susan, Lucy, and myself. Whenever I talked about my brothers, I mean Peter and Edmund. Though, Ivar doesn't view me as his sister. And I don't view him as my brother. I don't know how we see each other, but I remember our last day in Narnia, he looked at me with a certain gleam in his eyes. I still see that gleam, though it's kinda diminished."
Edmund: "To my parents, I was a prat. To my siblings and friends, I was a prat. To the beavers and Mr. Tumnus, I was a prat. Do I want to tell my parents of my betrayal? Hell to the no, and no one else will tell them either. I've been spending too much time around Kayla, I'm starting to curse like her. Well, it makes sense. We are two of the most cunning minds in all of Narnia. Just wait till they read my words. They will certainly be surprised. Here I am, the body of a twelve-year-old boy, with the mind, heart, and soul of a twenty-seven-year-old man. But the most surprising fact is, I'm not a prat anymore. And I am never eating Turkish Delight again. They will wonder what is up with my stomach, but when they read the story, they might get why. That's if they believe it."
Lucy: "Narnia didn't do much to me, except make me happier than I was. I'm happy right now, for a time, telling my parents the story. The strange thing is, everything that happened seems normal, like it could happen to just anyone. But it didn't happen to just anyone. To Aslan, not just anyone can be a friend of Narnia. I know why he chose us six, but why the professor and his friend? I wonder if the professor knows. In truth, only Aslan can know. It's still hard to believe that fifteen years was a week ago. Fifteen years was in a millisecond here. But the years are the same length. That's the strange thing. I suppose it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but Aslan."