Far away, from what looked to be another world altogether, two entities were holding an argument. For any outsider thought, it might look as if the little blonde girl had lost her mind.

_ I don't think that's a great idea. - she said- but then again, we still have time. If your method doesn't work, then well have to go with mine.

She looked like any other child her age, but her usually dreamy clear eyes held this… weight in them, as if she had lived centuries instead of a couple years.

_ It's a blessing and a curse to be spirited, I mean, if you knew from the start she wouldn't take it well, then you shouldn't have done it, or allowed it. It's not use to cry over spilt milk. We can still salvage the situation. It's a shame but perhaps… divide it could work. That is, divide the soul and let it be mended when it lets go of its hatred.

She really seemed to be holding a conversation with an invisible being in the middle of the forest…. One that got cut short when a young woman came running to get her.

_ Sweetie, its dinner time. Did our little moon have fun in the garden?

Just like that, her glassy eyes became a breathtaking bright blue and she smiled for her mother, forgetting about what she was doing there in the first place.

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She was old enough to know how a broken heart looked. And she absolutely despised that expression on Rilian´s face. It teared her heart as much as Caspian´s death did. And she cried freely amongst all this people she didn't know, completely exposed and alone, for her only friend had died.

Even if Caspian lived on in Rilian, she didn't know him and she felt so helpless.

They had arrived with little time to spare, Caspian was fading and only her magic had helped. She didn't know what awaited them once they reached Narnia but she trusted her instincts. Caspian had to be carried out of bed by a couple of crew members while she hovered around. Close but at the same time feeling as if she were far away from everyone else.

She stayed frozen on deck when that knight from her vision boarded and knelled before Caspian, tears in his clear eyes. seeing him on her vision had left a lasting impression, but it had nothing on seeing him in real life. Even beside herself in sadness, she couldn't contain her interest.

Father and son reunited at last, even in his death bed, Caspian was… something else.

And Rilian was a sight to behold even in sadness.

If happiness and sadness could coexist without making her chest implode… helpless to even move a muscle. Caspian faded and she didn't realize it until she saw Rilian´s head on top of an unmoving chest.

That's when everyone started to cry in earnest, for a friend, a father and a wonderful King.

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As luck will have it, Helga could arrange it so the dear old minister decided on his own to leave town and not look back or even think about visiting it again. Hengist was nowhere to be found and that had her on edge, depressed and feeling guilty. She made sure the man hadn't touched a hair on Hengist head before spelling him gone, of course. But that didn't make her feel any better.

The other kids didn't have much of anything to contribute. No one knew where the boy could have gone and the search parties came back empty handed. People started whispering about fairies or… well. Him dying in the forest as some wild beast dinner or victim to another individual with the old minister's preferences.

Godric arrived in the middle of all that and his presence helped ground everyone else. Thank the gods he arrived when he did, otherwise Helga might´ve collapsed. She felt incredibly guilty over Hengist disappearance, if she hadn't fallen asleep maybe this whole disaster could've been prevented.

But she was only human, as Godric reminded her. And he also promised to search everywhere for the boy. Rowena and Salazar surely will help when they made it back. They knew Helga had a soft spot for children in general (she was the principal advocate for having the school built in the first place). And she really was sensitive about the kids in town, more so, those who didn't have family.

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Salazar was in a terrible mood. He felt his heart constricted and didn't know why. Godric had left and since he was alone it didn't seem like he´d made any progress whatsoever. He wanted to grab his things and leave but he wasn't known as the master of persuasion for giving up halfway. Of course not. He couldn't fail Helga. Or any of the others. His talent laid precisely on persuading people to do what he wanted, willingly. They even thought that they had the better side of the bargain (of course he didn't correct their misconceptions)

He had to convince those conceited bastards to sign the deed so they could start building the school. Also, he really wanted to go home, back to his potion lab and library, to his dearest friends and to his pet. He couldn't well enough travel with a basilisk even less so when he was going running business with muggle noblemen.

He felt soothed and in place whenever he was surrounded by snakes. They were simple enough to understand as companions, loyal and brave without running off and get themselves killed or injured for something insignificant. As humans were prone to do. Especially fiery redheads…

At least without Godric here he didn't have to cover any slips. The redhead wasn't nearly as political with some of the nastiest characters they had to endure in order to reach their goal.

The maid that came to deliver the mail while he had breakfast was driving him crazy. It seemed the woman had gotten it into her head that he might be interested in something extra besides clean linen and food. He despised this kind of situation. Really.

Godric found it funny. He… he hated non-magic people. They had systematically hunted, burned, tortured and killed enough of his kind to instill in him a healthy dose of resentment.

He didn't go out of his way to kill them if they left him alone. But to deal with their… amorous attentions really made him sick.

He definitely wouldn't travel around much after obtaining the lands. Godric be damned, he loved gallivanting around fully decked in armor and find some poor idiot to wrestle with.

He could definitely deal with the external business of their school.

The poor girl finally fled to the kitchen and Salazar took his leave. He had another meeting to attend and he was about ready to get the heavy guns out.

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After holding Caspian´s funeral, Rowena felt out of place in Narnia. People still treated her the same as when Caspian was alive and Rillian even as busy as he was, still took the time to talk with her at least once a day over any meal. He asked for his father´s last days on earth but also… about her.

Rowena didn't look like a ghost most of the time. She was tangible. People could reach out and touch her if they wanted, she was treated like a princess. And had access to anything she needed, she just had to ask. But she missed Helga, Salazar and Godric, she really missed being able to help Helga in the kitchen or review Hengist reading and assignments whenever she could. Discuss research topics with Salazar and harvest potions ingredients. Or just go around with Godric, galloping full speed through the roads like a free spirit, knowing he´ll protect her.

_ So, you came from another world as the kings and queens of the past. My father's friends. And also like my saviors, Eustace and Jill. - Rillian said. and Rowena nodded. He looked fascinated and… sad. - That means you can fade away without leaving a trace. That I might not be able to see in this lifetime after you're gone.

She dreaded to think about that, he was right. History was there. King Peter and Queen Susan just had 2 opportunities to go back and forth, they couldn't come back after helping Caspian get his throne. And she feared not being able to make it back, even though she felt out of place now, she loved Narnia to bits, but she also loved her friends and wanted them to know this wonderful place other than by her tales of it.

Whenever Rillian or Caspian talked about the Kings and Queens of the past she hanged onto their every word. Rillian talked to her about his rescuers, Jill and "Gloomy Puddle", she really had a hard time not laughing at the name that fit the fellow down to a T. out of the 3 of them she really was interested in the young boy named Eustace. The name "Eustace" resonated with her, even if she didn't know anyone back home that had such a name. but she really felt as if she had known someone with that name… before.

She really couldn't make any promises about being able to come to Narnia on a regular basis… she had no control on her comings and goings. It had been a slight inconvenience before, but now it really bothered her. She wanted control and stability over it. And she hadn't factored in the reason of it, that is until she happened to listen in on a conversation, more like a disagreement between Rillian and Caspian´s old chief counselor, Trumpkin.

_... a woman that vanishes like a ghost is no queen material! What are you going to tell to your subjects if she vanishes? And think about it if on top of vanishing, she happened to be pregnant with your heir. Is too risky!

_ The only inconvenience I see is that she can leave as the kings of the past. If there was a way to get around that…- Rillian sounded frustrated. But also, sad.

She didn't want to listen anymore, she also didn't need to… she felt flattered that Rillian liked her in that way, unlike in past situations, it made her feel warm and overjoyed.

But Trumpkin was right, Rillian couldn't marry a woman that might disappear without a trace, she hadn't known this Aslan that the Narnians worshipped, but she wasn't about praying and also working towards what she wanted. The pull and attraction towards Rillian was there, even if she felt out of place in Narnia and missed her friends dearly.

Maybe she was being selfish but she didn't feel like letting go. She wanted to see her friends and work with them for the goal they had, but she also wanted to be there for Rillian for as long as he wanted her.

Decision made, she had a lot to do. A long way ahead of her. she had to figure out how to control her travels in between worlds. She couldn't let go of her loved ones. It didn't matter if they were in different worlds, she´d find a way to make it work.

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Godric spent most of his days in the forest looking for anything that might lead him to Hengist, with each day that passed without anything to be found he was starting to lose hope, but he didn't share his thoughts with Helga, she felt awful enough as it was. She really needed comfort that he wasn't able to provide, he really hoped that Rowena made it back soon from wherever she was.

The woman was mysterious, he felt drawn to her as it happened with Salazar and Helga, like they shared something. He didn't need to know the reason, he just knew he had to protect them, that he might do just about anything for them and he really didn't feel like questioning his reasons or resolve. He was happy and he really didn't feel like digging the reasons why.

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