Author's Note: This one's pretty short, but it is the last chapter, so y'all weren't expecting it to be profound. Just closure. Anyhoo, I'm going to begin working on the complete revamp of Eyes of Purple soon. So keep your eyes peeled, it's a whole new story guys! I'm not using the term 'revamp' lightly here. The first chapter is coming soon!

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Chapter 36- Trust

"Belief over misery
I've seen the enemy
And I won't go back, back to how it was
And I've got by heart set on what happens next
I've got my eyes wide, and it's not over yet
We are miracles
And we're not alone
This is home."
-This is Home by Switchfoot

Davina's sobs hiccupped as she tried to calm herself. She knew that she shouldn't let it get the best of her, yet she felt like her heart was breaking in two. The searing pain was almost too much. She didn't care that the bench they were sitting on was getting an awful amount of stares from those around them and she hardly noticed that her lament was being echoed by the rest of her family.

She focused on her breathing and slowing it down, realizing it couldn't help matters much if she passed out from hyperventilating. Anger rushed in through her being as she wet Peter's jacket.

Aslan, how could you? How dare you? You told me to trust you! her mind seethed. She bunched a fistful of Peter's shirt in her hand and clenched her jaw. She had trusted. She had trusted Aslan to know what's best and he had failed her. He had taken Isaiah twice. Why would he do that? How could he be so cruel? Well, I trusted you and look where it got me. Look at where you left me!

Do you trust me, my Strong queen?

She remembered his words like salt in a wound. It burns, but it begins the healing. She released her husband's shirt and calmed her breathing more, even if she couldn't stop the tears. Aslan was right. She had to trust him.

I'm sorry. I was wrong, Aslan. Forgive me.

When she had finally calmed, she noticed that Peter was stroking her hair, whispering comforting words in her ear. She sat up sniffling and saw that tears were in all eyes. Susan's head lay on Edmund's shoulder, eyes closed as if bracing herself. Lucy had her knees pulled up to her chest, hem of her skirt wrapped tightly around her legs to prevent exposure, and had her face buried in her arms. Edmund was rubbing circles on her back.

She pulled her hat down where it had bunched up in her sobbing and looked at her family.

"He's always known what he was doing." she finally reminded them softly, in barely a whisper. "Now is no different."

"You're right, Vina." Peter affirmed, glad things were cooling down, "We shall see him again in Aslan's country."

Lucy poked her head up with the smallest of smiles on her beautiful face and Susan nodded in acknowledgement without bothering to wipe away her tears.

It was then that the train pulled forward. The children, rather adults in the bodies of children, stared at it as if they did not know what to make of it. None wanted to move, to stand, to carry on with their normal lives any longer. Yes, they had lost Isaiah Kane once before, but it was like having your heart ripped out twice. This was the spot where they had been separated and their instinct, like a lost child heeding the instructions of their parents, was to stay still and hope their loved one would catch up to them.

"Phyllis, aren't you coming?" The boy from the newsstand, only seconds ago in this world but days ago in Narnia, was stepping into the train. Torn from their painful reveries, they robotically reached for their bags. No one noticed that the boy had uttered his question in snarky anger, hoping to spite her for having lied to him. The boy did not get the response he had expected at all.

Five red-eyed students stumbled onto the train like zombies, no aim except that of moving, looking at each other with unseeing eyes.

"Do you think we can go back?" Edmund suddenly asked. His head had been bowed as he dug through his bag.

Four pairs of eyes bored into him, wondering how he could be so insensitive when it was so entirely unlike him.

"Ed-" Peter started, pain clearly etched into his voice.

The boy looked up and cut off his older brother, "I left my new torch in Narnia." His attempt at humor helped, if only slightly, and they each grinned. The alarm saying that the doors were about to close sounded.

"Hold the doors!"

Five pairs of eyes widened as they stared at each other, afraid to look to the terminal from which they had just loaded themselves onto the train. That voice was distinctly familiar and brought more hope than any cared to admit feeling.

The other boy groaned and shoved past Peter, who barely felt it, catching the doors before they could close on the person calling.

"Did y'all hear that too?" Lucy's voice quaked.

Someone shuffled onto the train, giving hasty thanks to the boy who'd helped, and it began to move.

"What? No hello? No 'Happy to see you, Isaiah!'?" Their heads swivelled to the doors and found a boy of seventeen, indulgent smile, bright green eyes, and curly black hair poking out from a brown cap.

"By the mane!" Susan choked, eyes wide. "Thank Aslan!"

Before anyone could utter another word, the five amassed like a wave and hit the poor Noble king as they scrambled to throw their arms around him. None knew how long they had spent wrapped around each other. Apparently it was long enough for the other passengers to lose interest and cease their gawking at the six children. Even the angry boy who had been snubbed by the Pevensie beauty had gone off to find some other engagement to attend to.

"Good to have you back, old chap." Edmund chuckled. "It gets rather hard trying to comfort two women at the same time in such situations."

"I'll try to make sure we don't have any more of these situations." Isaiah responded with a laugh.

When they finally unravelled themselves and found seats together, Peter finally asked the question on the tip of every tongue.

"How?"

"When I passed through the portal, I arrived here two days ago. I fell out of this wardrobe filled with coats, I figured it was the one you had mentioned coming to Narnia through during the Golden Age. I searched for you, but only managed in scaring the wits out of Mrs. McCready, whom I assume you know." Isaiah began. Knowing smiles passed around at the mention of the Professor's housekeeper.

"After I explained our tale to Professor Kirke, he bought me a few sets of clothing, enrolled me into the school at Hendon House, and dropped me off here. He told me I would find you here and he was right!"

"That good, good man!" Davina cried as she kissed her brother on the cheek.

"That he is." Isaiah said. "And it is such a pleasure being back with y'all. Though I cannot help but be annoyed by this dreadful fabric."

"You'll get used to it, love." Lucy told him from where she sat by the window, head laying wearily in Susan's lap. "It's nothing like Narnian fabric."

"How does it feel to be in 1944?" Susan asked with a sly grin.

"Like a whole new world. But I've had that feeling before."

Laughter went round the six royals that sat in a train like any common citizen, for that's what they suddenly were again. Another bout of adjusting, another try at the lives they were born to live.

Davina lay her head on Peter's shoulder, hand held gently by her twin on the other side. Her free hand toyed with the ring that dangled from her neck, her wedding ring. She couldn't help but smile.

No matter how Narnia changed.

No matter how those around her changed.

Aslan would never change. He was always there for them. He always pulled through and would do what was best for them even when they didn't know how it could be good.

And she could always trust in that.