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*Annabelle's P.O.V.*

We walked up, and up, and up, trying to reach the top of the cliff. As we walked, we passed many apple trees, making me assume that this was once an orchard. Peter then gripped one of the apples with his hand and pulled it down from the branch, before turning around to look at our youngest sibling.

"Lucy!" He called, before throwing the apple to her.

"Thanks." She answered with a small smile as she caught the apple, before taking a bite. "Does anyone still have their sandwiches?"

"Well,let's see; I left my sandwiches in my bag, I left the bag at the train station, and I left the train station in England." I joked, making everyone chuckle a little.

*40 minutes later*

By the time we reached the ruins at the top of the cliff, our hair and clothes have already dried. Susan and I now both took out our shirts from underneath the skirts where they were neatly tucked, and had them loosely on our bodies. We also decided to wrap our sweaters around our waists, just in case we would need them. The five of us were now separated, as each of us was looking at the different parts of the ruins. Our bare feet patted across the tall grass, and we looked around curiously. I stopped walking once I stood in front of a ruin that looked like a staircase. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and I turned around, trying to find something familiar. I knew this place. By the looks on others' faces I could tell they knew it too. We just couldn't remember.

I then walked in the opposite direction, and looked to my right where Peter was standing on top of another staircase. He put his hands on his hips, looking around. His eyes then landed on me, and he looked at me questioningly, asking silently if I knew what this place was or if I found something. All he got in reply was a shrug. I then walked further in, and stopped once my feet touched a cement floor instead of grass. There was a 2 feet tall stone wall that separated me from the edge of the cliff. It must have been a balcony. I looked at the ocean, and many other stone islands in awe and with a smile on my face, remembering all the wonderful times in Narnia.

"I wonder who lived here." I heard Lucy's voice, making me turn around. I smiled at her and started walking in her direction, when suddenly my toe banged against something with a clink. I looked down curiously and bent down, picking up the object I stepped on. It was a chess piece, made out of gold. But it wasn't a chess piece you'd find anywhere in England. It was a figurine of a centaur. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and my eyes widened slightly in shock. I recognized this piece.

"I think we did." I said uncertainly, looking up. Susan was not far away, so she quickly walked over to my side and looked at the chess piece in shock. Lucy also walked over to us, and stared at the figurine with wide eyes.

"Hey, that's mine." I heard Edmund's voice, making me look up. He and Peter also walked over to us. "From my chess set."

"Which chess set?" Peter asked, causing Edmund to roll his eyes. He then took the chess piece from me and gave Peter a look.

"Well I din't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?"He asked smartly, looking down at the golden centaur. I shook my head at the boys with a small smile, but it faltered once my eyes landed on something. It was another place with tall grass and apple trees, but this time it brought back memories. The place was covered in grass, but it had parts of stone columns on either sides of it, letting us know that the columns once created an archway. But what caught my eye were five stone platforms, around two feet tall, on a podium. But two of them resembled chairs, as only the upper half was crumpled, leaving the bottom part in one piece. These two were on the either sides of the middle one. Behind them was a massive stone wall, carved into an alcove.

"It can't be." I whispered in shock, shaking my head, before running off into that direction. I heard the others running behind me, but I didn't stop. I ran up the stairs of the podium, and looked at the five stones.

"Don't you see?!" Lucy exclaimed, also catching on with my thinking.

"I do." I said.

"What?" Peter asked confused, making me sigh. I then turned around and looked at Edmund.

"Ed." I said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the stone to the furthest left, whilst Lucy guided Peter over to stand in front of the middle one.

"Imagine walls and columns." She said dreamily, positioning Susan in front of half of the chair on Peter's left. I then walked over to half of the chair in between Edmund and Peter, and turned around to look at the view, whilst Lucy positioned herself in front of the platform to our furthest left.

"And a glass roof." I said, and imagined everything Lucy and I told the others. I saw the five of us in our coronation robes, dancing with the Narnians to melodic music. I saw the Grand Hall, and felt the thrones behind me.

"Cair Paravel." Peter and I said in unison.

*10 minutes later*

We walked further down the ruins of what used to be our home, and looked around in sadness. I wrapped my arm around Lucy comfortingly, knowing how hard it was for her to see our home destroyed.

"Catapults." Edmund said, kneeling down next to a stone that obviously didn't belong there.

"What?" Peter and I both asked, desperate for more answers. We wanted to know what happened here.

"This didn't just happen." Edmund explained. "Cair Paravel was attacked." Susan and I looked at each other with sad eyes.

"Why would someone attack our home?" I asked sadly, but she only shook her head. She didn't know. None of us did. I sighed and pulled Lucy closer to me as she nuzzled her head in my chest, trying to hold back the tears. Whilst Susan and I were comforting her silently,the boys walked over to one of the marble walls. Peter then ripped out one of the branches that was in his way, and then started pushing against the wall with the help of Edmund. I looked at the girls questioningly, but they only shrugged, not knowing what our brothers were doing. We then walked over to them, only to see the wall stopping once it hit another. But it did reveal old rotten wooden door covered in dust and spider webs. Peter then used his pocket knife and broke through the door, before ripping out a big piece of it with his hand. He then reached over and opened the door form the inside, revealing a pitch black tunnel. The girls and I peeked inside, trying to see something, but even I couldn't see anything. We all then looked over at Peter curiously as we heard ripping of material, and saw Peter ripping off a piece of his shirt that was sticking out from underneath his sweater. Edmund looked over at me confused, and I returned the look as Peter bent down and grabbed a stick from the ground. He then started tying the piece of shirt around the top part of it, and I finally understood. He was attempting to make a torch.

"I don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" He asked, glancing at Edmund.

"No but..." Edmund trailed off, searching through his satchel. "Would this work?" He asked with a smirk, holding up an electrical torch.

"Come on!" Peter exclaimed, trying to fight off a laugh. "Couldn't you have told me a little bit sooner?" He playfully scolded, making us chuckle. Edmund smirked at me and the girls playfully, before going into the tunnel, whilst Peter through away his 'torch'. He was about to follow Edmund but stopped and gestured for us to go in first. I sent him a smile in thanks before glancing at the girls and following Edmund. Susan went right after me, followed by Lucy, and then Peter. Edmund shone his torch on the steps so that we wouldn't trip and fall. It wasn't a tunnel, like we all thought. It was a staircase that led down to whatever we were supposed to find in a second. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, we were touched with a bright light illuminating with a little bit gold. Edmund then turned right and walked down the rest of the stairs, but I walked a little to the front, before stopping and looking down at the scenery beneath me in awe. I felt Lucy stop next to me as well. We were now standing on a balcony, and beneath us were five golden chests separated by columns. Each chest had its own alcove. Behind each chest was a statue of our older selves. I smiled at the sight a little before running down the stairs behind Lucy as she grabbed my hand and pulled me with her. We then stopped for a second as Peter opened the gate, before stepping inside. I then looked around in amazement.

"I can't believe it." I said, turning back to Peter. "It's all still here." He nodded with a small smile, whilst Lucy ran to her chest excitedly. Susan and Edmund walked over to their chest quickly as well, and Edmund put the torch back into his satchel. They all opened their chests, and I smiled walking over to stand behind Edmund where I noticed a carving covered in dust. Peter however, was still standing by the gate, staring at a golden plate with the engraving of Aslan on it.

"I was so tall!" I heard Lucy exclaim, and I turned around, smiling as I saw her looking at a beautiful dress that I gave her for her 19th birthday.

"Well, you were older then." I said, and she smiled at me.

"Yes. As opposed to 100 years later when you're younger." Edmund joked, causing us to look at him. We all chuckled as we saw him in a too big helmet that he wore in many of the battles that we fought over the years. I then looked back at the carving, and blew some air on it so that the dust would go away. However, it only went away a little bit, seeing as there were many layers of dust on it. I then looked at my chest, and slowly walked over to it. I could see Peter doing the same thing from the corner of my eye. We then both stopped in front of our chests, and I stared at the statue of my older self for a second, remembering all those wonderful times during the Golden Age. I shared a look with Peter, and then we both opened our chests in unison as our siblings watched us. I smiled, looking through all my things briefly. So many wonderful memories. I heard unsheathing of a sword, making me look at Peter, who was staring at his sword intently.

"When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets it death." He quoted, reading the words on his sword. I looked at him with sad eyes.

"And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." I finished quietly, causing everyone to look at me.

"Everyone we knew." Lucy started, making us all look at her. "Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers." She bit her lip, trying to stop the tears. I looked down, willing myself not to cry. "They're all gone." I felt someone's arms wrap around me from behind comfortingly, and I smiled at Edmund over my shoulder.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on here." Peter said determinedly, and we all nodded in agreement. I took a deep breath and looked at the things in my chest again.

"Alright boys, get out." I said, not looking up at them as I grabbed my quiver of arrows and bow. Edmund already had his shield and sword, and Susan was holding her quiver of bow and arrows, and horn.

"Why?" Both of the boys exclaimed, making me roll my eyes.

"We're going to change." I replied. They groaned, which caused me and the girls to look at them, confused.

"But you always take forever!" Peter exclaimed, making me sigh in irritation. We had this conversation before every single ball.

"Because we are girls." I said simply. "Now, get some clothes and go change outside." I ordered, making them sigh but obey anyway. I kept looking through my chest, but couldn't find one important thing.

"What's wrong?" Edmund must have seen my distraught expression.

"My locket." I said, looking at everyone. "I must have left it in my chambers. The day we went back." I said thinking out loud. My face held a sad frown. I really loved that locket. And now I won't ever see it again.