Sanura's POV
The Train
'Of course, it would be our luck to be stuck with them.' I thought with a quite sigh. I am of course referring to the elder three Pevensies children. The eldest, a boy the same age as myself, has an overbearing attitude almost as bad as the eldest of the two girls, but more so he never seems to be able to control his ego. As I have already mentioned his sister has an overbearing attitude, one that could only be considered a 'holier than thou' or a know it all. The youngest boy is nothing more than a bully, or at least that is what I have seen from him. The youngest Pevensie sibling, Lucy, is the sweetest thing you will ever meet and the only one any of us can stand.
"Can we join you?" Peter Pevensie asked, and of course, as always, those within my group looks to me to answer him.
And answer him I do, "Of course, the train must be extremely full and difficult to find any sitting big enough for all of you. After all it was also our worry as well." I heard a few aggravated sighs from my friends, but they know that I am right and for Lucy's sake they will not argue.
"Thank you," came the sigh of relief.
~ A few hours later ~
There was silence for most of the journey to Grandfather's, we still have two hours, and I am getting tired maintaining this silence. And it seems like I am not the only one.
"Where is Cara? I thought she would be with you?" Edmund asked.
I sigh, and my companions' faces fall. The memory of that night playing through my head once more I answer, "I had forgotten that you knew each other. Cara and Mother did not make it to the bomb shelter in the last air raid," my voice cracks and I am forced to swallow the lump that has formed in my throat, "I was forced to shut the shelter door due to a bomb heading straight towards the house. I barely had shut it when the bomb hit the house."
Edmund's face and indeed all of the Pevensie's faces showed the horror that I know ours held when our fears had been confirmed merely days before.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Edmund broke me from the memory.
I only give him a small, soft smile and a barely whispered, "It is not your fault, Edmund. I am sorry, however that we had forgotten to let you know that she passed. I know you to were close friends."
He merely bowed his head in acknowledgment of what I had said. No more was said among us for the remainder of the journey.