Full chapter title: And Some Days I Ain't Even Close
Week VIII- September 24th, 1940
Peter: "Today, Professor Kirke started to tell us about his adventures in Narnia. The entire time, he would refer to us as, 'your Majesties, your graces, etc'. We told him he didn't owe us that, but since he helped put our ancestors into Narnia, he felt he did. Poor Mrs. Macready thought he was going mad. But isn't she used to it? He asked us questions about our ancestry, and Kayla showed him the book Mr. Tumnus gave her, and he almost cried over holding a book from a land he doesn't know if he'll ever see again. It's still strange that Aslan used one of the first two humans to ever set foot in Narnia to bring its rightful rulers home again. Professor Kirke even asked us to draw out a map of the world, and we are happily obliging. He said if this is the closest he can get to home, he'll take it. He asked us if we had any consorts that we unfortunately left behind, and Ivar ALMOST blurted out that he was going to propose to Kayla, and it's a wonder he didn't. But I think the professor figured it out."
Ivar: "He was there. He. Was. There. Professor Kirke was there when Giants were established north of Narnia, which means, he was there not long before my ancestors came into existence! Turns out that my great-grandmother was a Narnian princess, so I am distantly related to the Pevensies and Kayla. I've never thought to ask Aslan how my ancestors came from its world to the Narnian world, or more importantly, why he brought them from here. King Frank and Queen Helen were not even royalty here, they were just simple citizens. I remember when Peter asked Aslan why were crowned rulers of Narnia under our names from this world, and he said it's because our royal and supernatural bloodlines may be what we are, but what we are in this world is who we are. I tend to be rash and I stumble, much like Peter. But a leader should be someone you can learn from, and you can't learn anything from perfection. Like I almost mistakenly told the rest of the family, Professor Kirke, and Kayla that I was going to propose to her, but Peter pinched me so that I would hold back my tongue. I'm pretty sure Kayla knows."
Susan: "The professor knew my ancestors. He knew King Frank and Queen Helen. He knew them before they were royalty. But either way, he knew them as humble souls. Maybe that's why Aslan chose them to rule over Narnia. Though I wonder why Aslan never let the professor and his friend Polly back into Narnia. Though he did tell us why we were able to get into our homeland through the wardrobe, because it was originally from Narnia to begin with. He brought back an apple from the a sacred apple tree to heal his mother who was sick, and then he planted the apple core and let the tree grow. The tree blew down in a storm one day, and he made the wardrobe from the wood. I never thought that apple wood could make such a pretty wardrobe. And the carvings on the doors, who did that? Did they have questions about why the professor wanted fauns on the door, just for a closet to store old coats in? The fauns on the doors are dancing, it almost looks like Dancing Lawn, I wonder if Kayla ever caught that? It's like they were welcoming us home when we first stepped through those doors."
Kayla: "It's too bad the professor never met any Terebinthian royalty, the closest he ever came to doing that was meeting Jadis. Her nephew was mine and the Pevensies great-grandfather. Did Jadis ever meet Diolun? I hope she never met Mallaidh, but we all know she met Mamaí, even more so, plotted her death. With my own brother. But Professor Kirke at least met my Narnian ancestors. Of course, that was before Prince Judah of Narnia ever married Crown Princess Dearbháil of Terebinthia. That was before Judah was ever born, because he was one of Frank and Helen's youngest sons. I once asked Athair that of his descendants, which ones were more Narnian than Terebinthian, and which ones were more Terebinthian than Narnian. Most would say I was more Terebinthian than Narnian, obviously, I am the queen of Terebinthia. But from what I know of my Uncail Eadbhárd, I think I see more of him in his children than my dear sister Alainnabh. No offense to her, I know she was a lovely person, even though I never met her. Maybe one day I'll see her in the afterlife. The same thing with Mamaí, Uncail Eadbhárd, and my other siblings Faoiltiama, Abartach, and Iarfhlaith."
Edmund: "I can only hope my ancestors were not looking down on me, watching my little excursion with the White Witch. If they did, what were they thinking? Were they thinking how could this boy even be remotely related to us? Well, I am related to Jadis, does that answer their questions? All of the rulers of Charn had the born ability to practice magic, only my great-great-great aunt Jadis practiced it in such a dark way, that she destroyed her own kingdom. But for what purpose? Not to mention that my Charnish ancestor Diolun, his mother was a Targaryen princess, and he was a dragon rider. His dragon's name was Díoltas, which means revenge in Tevan. Though from what I've been told and what I've read, the dragon answered more to Maiali than to Diolun. After all, Maiali was not only queen of Terebinthia, she was also the queen of the Dragons. Targaryens only claim to be dragons. I could turn into one now if I wanted to. I've seen Kayla do it, on more than one occasion. There was one time in particular, she did it to break free of chains, and she destroyed an entire arm. I stopped being that rash years ago. Or more like, days ago."
Lucy: "Could our ancestors look down on us from another world? Can they see us now? Did they watch us grow up in this world? Oh, what a thought. Are they listening to the professor tell us his story? What do they think of our family here? Surely, they're very gracious that we were placed with good people. Again, oh, what a thought. I make it sound like our families here are just our foster families. But we love them even though we are not blood-related to them. I sometimes wish we were. I sometimes wish we were just from here to begin with, and it's here that we will stay. That Narnia was just a once-in-a-lifetime thing for us, something to keep our minds distracted during the war. If that's the case, then so be it. It's not my place to understand it all, it's just my place to smile about it, to rejoice in it. It's hard having a blood obligation placed on your shoulders. Who knows if Aslan will send others to Narnia? Aslan, forgive me for wishing that it was all just a dream. Someone forgive me."