Warnings: Awfully short and a nonexistent fourth wall.

The air was filled with falling autumn leaves. The crowd expectant crowd watched the tears of the myths. A magnificent tree, at the edge of a cliff, was a gateway to the unknown.

The just-crowned King Caspian took the Gentle's hand and kissed her lips (and she happily kissed him back).

Now, had it been Fanfiction and not a movie, the Kings of Old would have taken the Telmarine's head. But, of course, this was not so, and the kings watched helplessly as their sister was kissed goodbye.

The Valiant, perplexed, turned to her eldest brother, "I'm sure when I'm older I'll understand".

Edmund furrowed his brow, "Last time I checked, you were twenty-nine! Or, at least, you were twenty-eight when we left Narnia a year ago."

"You do know you are supposed to follow the script, don't you?", she paused, "You are right, though. The script sometimes doesn't even make sense!"

He shrugged, "Well, at least they give me all the sassy lines!"