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Chapter 14 – Love Lost

"So, tell me about the story about Peter's beloved mermaid," Evangeline murmured to Edmund after they had finished eating. They were sitting crossed legged around the fire, some sat on logs while others sat on the grass. Peter sat with Lucy and Susan across from where she was, so hopefully he couldn't pick up what they were talking about.

Edmund shifted slightly, lowering his voice to match hers, "You might laugh about how pathetic it was..."

"I'll try not to, but I can't promise that I won't."

"Well, there's not much I know about it because most of the story told was from a dryad who spied on them."

Evangeline snorted, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them, "That's not really nice."

Edmund grinned and sighed, "Well, it was in the Golden Age when it happened. It was when Peter was twenty five years of age, I had sent all of his suitors home, and we both had a lot at the time. Some of them were so outrageous."

"You have to tell me a story about them one day."

A soft laugh escaped from Edmund's lips, "One story at a time, Ange. Anyway, because we were always so caught up in our work, we barely had any time for family. That day we rode out to the beach close to our castle and Peter went missing for about an hour. Susan got really worried, but then he came back. He was so quiet, lost in his thoughts but he always had this smile on his face."

"He was in love," Evangeline said, meeting Edmund's smile.

"Every day he would ride out of the castle and come back after three hours. No one knew where he went, and no one had the guts to follow him. A dryad who spied on Peter reported back to us, saying that it was unhealthy for his majesty to go missing from his duties. It turns out that he had met a mermaid named Aurelia. She was the princess to the throne of Velanome, the underwater city of Narnia. She was just as witty and learned as any other princess. The only difference was that she had a tail to replace her feet.

"So they talked and fell in love and one day Peter had to go away to a meeting in Archenland. Little did he know that Aurelia's father, King Auren had found out about her meetings with Peter. He gave her warnings but she never listened, so one day he said that if he saw her talking to Peter again, he'd start an uprising."

Evangeline laughed, "As if that would do much, they're underwater."

Edmund looked at her in confusion, "Merpeople have control of the seas, if they started an uprising, it wouldn't be by fighting. They can control water. That means that they could start a tsunami, or control water to directly hit Cair Paravel… Destroy our ports. Destroy boats if they're able to make a maelstrom. That would mean, no fishing, no food. They could drown our land. Drain all of our water, which would mean that crops would fail. Then, creatures and humans would all die. Aslan knows what else they can do..."

"Oh…" was Evangeline's stupid reply. "It makes more sense now as to why an uprising is bad."

Edmund continued his story, "So he forbade her from ever speaking to Peter again, I think his exact words were, 'you shall never see, hear nor speak to the King of the Upper land, not while your body is still cast in water.' Aurelia naturally objected, but she was bound to her father's command, so she sought out the Witch of the Seas, Louhaiva to help her."

"Witches are bad…" Evangeline muttered.

"You've no idea… So Aurelia asked for her help, and the Witch complied to her pleadings, she gave Aurelia a week on land as a human to get Peter to kiss her that she'd turn into a human forever and spend the rest of her days on dry land. Aurelia drank the potion and POOF!" Edmund grabbed a handful of sticks and leaves and threw them into the fire for a dramatic effect. Instead of exploding, they crackled and burnt up.

Evangeline stifled a giggle when he turned to her face filled with disappointment and shrugged, saying, "You know what I mean. She found that she couldn't breathe underwater and needed oxygen. When she dragged herself out of the sea and onto land, she crawled to a dryad's tree and asked her for help. The dryads gave her clothes and taught her to walk, pointing the way to Cair Paravel where Peter was..."

They felt and heard someone sit down next to them and to their horror, they realised it was Peter. Evangeline cringed and edged away from him, meeting Edmund's eyes that were widened like hers. "Mierda…" Crap… she swore in a whisper.

"No, continue," Peter said to Edmund, calmer than she'd think he would. Edmund shook his head and clamped his mouth shut.

Peter sighed, "Fine, I'll tell you myself. It might explain a few things a little easier. And you might understand me better."

"You don't need to if you don't want to," Evangeline said uncomfortably.

Peter shook his head, "It's fine... You were up to the part of the witches spell?"

The two fifteen year olds said nothing.

"Aurelia had consulted the witch of the seas and she bargained with her for herself to turn into a human for a week to go to castle Cair Paravel to find me to fulfil the spell. I thought that as a princess, Aurelia would know better than to deal with any witches at all because even though they granted you your wish, they always put something a little extra in.

"That day when I was out riding across the beach, looking for any signs of Aurelia, I had the sudden need to get into the water and my feet felt like jelly. They couldn't respond to what I wanted them to do at all, and I took my horse to peer over the rocks to look at the water and I fell in.

"That little extra thing that Louhaiva put in Aurelia's potion was that her true love would turn into whatever she was. So I turned into a merman while she was a human. It was the queerest sensation that I had ever felt, flopping around like a fish…" Peter said, musing.

At this, Susan and Lucy had come to join them as soon as they heard that Peter was telling a story about him, both sisters sat on either side of their brother. Peter acknowledged them and continued with his story, seeing that if Evangeline and Edmund had the right to know his whole story, they would too.

"All I wanted to do was go and find Aurelia so that she could help explain my sudden transformation. I realised that being underwater, I could just be with her… It was strange being underwater because you could never really keep track of the time. There was no sun to help and they didn't have clocks…

"The merpeople were a hospitable lot, helping me find my way to the castle of their king. They had no idea who I was, and they thought that I was an ambassador from another country. Countries underwater are just different territories. They just assumed that I came from some odd city of Peritain where merpeople have different coloured hair that wasn't blue.

"When I did find the castle, I learned that Aurelia wasn't there and searched everywhere in the city for her. The king had also realised that his daughter was missing so he sent out search parties to look for her, thinking that she had come to meet me on land… I stumbled across a crack in the ground and that was last time that I had ever searched for Aurelia…

"I heard some cackling, or heckling, whatever it was, coming out of it, hearing some crazed water witch crooning to her underwater pet. I quickly learnt that whoever that was, she was the one responsible for casting the spell on Aurelia and me…

The spell was fuelled on Aurelia's life, and if Aurelia didn't complete her mission, she'd die..."

The four who were listening gasped, horrified at the prospect of taking a life for a wish.

"That's what witches do… Witches spells are always there to work against you. If you wanted something, they would grant you it, but there is always something there that would back fire your wish…

If the witch wanted you dead, you were… All that she wanted was a little drama before her victims fell into her trap and die in their tragic doom…"

The group was quiet, and for once, Evangeline didn't interrupt his storytelling.

"When I learnt of this, I swam as fast as I could back to the surface, to try and warn Aurelia, wherever she was… Before I even reached halfway, my breath ran out and my fish tail turned back into human legs. I somehow managed to resurface, getting out of the water as fast as I could…"

Peter was quiet for a while, closing his eyes as he relived the scene. "I saw Aurelia's body, lying there on the beach, blue hair splayed out and eyes closed. Her body had turned back to her normal state… She looked so peaceful it was as if she was sleeping, but when I checked her heartbeat it wasn't there. I kissed her, again and again in vain, hoping that she'd respond to it, but there was nothing… She was gone…"

At this, Lucy sobbed while Susan stayed silent, tears trickling down her face. Lucy took Peter's hand and held it in both of her palms, like she didn't want him to slip into this sadness any further.

"The witch could've taken my life instead, but she took Aurelia's. If she took mine… I wouldn't have really minded…"

"No…" Evangeline whispered, voice cracking as she felt tears pricking at her eyes. "You can't say that Peter."

"I did because back then, right then and there, I just wanted someone to take the pain away. I would have ended my life…"

With that sentence, Evangeline closed her eyes and let her tears fall. Edmund placed an arm around her, comforting her even though she wasn't the one that needed to be comforted.

Lucy's sob came out choked and she buried her head in Peter's shoulder, where he wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently.

"I just remember sitting there, holding Aurelia close to me, sobbing, shouting, crying until I had no energy left and a numbing sensation had taking over me. I was a soulless creature who was ready to give up on living, too ready to join Aurelia in Aslan's country.

"It was dark out when I heard footsteps padding on the beach. It was Aslan. With all my might I was hoping that he'd bring her back to life, but he told me that it wasn't possible for him to do so. He took her body from me. One minute, I had her head cradled in my arms and the next she was gone. I shouted, throwing myself at him and pounded my fists into his body…

"Without really doing anything, he knocked me aside and told me to look up at the stars because he had preserved her there for all of eternity. And there she was. A full constellation if you knew where to look… I knelt on the sand, distraught and ashamed of my actions. Tears dripped off my face, and I poured all of my frustration out to Aslan, who stayed there patiently, listening intently to my broken hearted babbling and watched over me long after I had fallen asleep on the beach… He sent for some people to bring me back to my castle and I just stayed there on the balcony, with the stars and Aurelia as my only comfort…

"All of you… you would have loved to have met her. She was the most exotic person I've ever known. With hair so blue you would think that they were water, and eyes that were a soft orange like the sunrise. You would think that she belonged in our world, on land where she wanted to spend the rest of her life… But no… It was just not meant to be…"

Susan wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, "I'm so sorry… so sorry for being so hard on you with the days that followed. I'm so sorry, Peter…"

Peter put a hand on Susan's arm, "It's alright. I wasn't running the country like I was supposed to, you had every right," he replied calmly.

"I'm sure, that she would've made a wonderful queen, a great friend, and a really nice sister if everything had worked out…" Lucy sobbed, mumbling through Peter's shirt.

Peter's voice caught in his throat and cracked, "I know she would have," he said kissing Lucy's head.

As soon as the group heard Peter's voice wavering, seen the hurt that their strong leader was feeling… They couldn't help but cry harder than they were before. Edmund, who was holding in his tears for his brothers loss let them fall shamelessly.

Evangeline just felt so heartbroken for Peter, what he felt. How destroyed he was. It explained a lot of things, why he was so agitated in England. It was because the stars weren't the same back there…

"How do you bear it Peter?" Edmund whispered, "I couldn't imagine losing… someone I love…" his arm around Evangeline's racking body tightened unconsciously.

"I… I don't know. I just survived through it, thinking about the odds in our relationship. It could have never worked out anyway…"

The five sat there in silence, watching soldiers as they stood up when they had finished eating. They were still absorbed in Peter's story, which was replayed over and over in their minds. The blazing fire had died down when Susan was the first to snap out of her reverie.

"I think it's time that we should go to sleep…" she said, standing up.

"I'll sleep out here for tonight," Peter said, motioning at the stars.

Susan nodded, understanding her brother's wish. "I'll be back with your sleeping roll."

"No wait, I'll get it. I'm the one sleeping out here after all…" Peter replied, standing up with a small smile. He held onto Lucy's hand and together with Susan they walked back into the How.

Evangeline sat unmoving, still curled up in a ball, watching the three siblings retreat.

"I don't think I would ever laugh at that story, Edmund…" she murmured.

Edmund sighed, placing his head to hers, "After Peter told it, I don't think I'd ever would either…"

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"Lucy… Lucy," Evangeline heard Edmund whisper, she was pretending to be asleep as her face was facing the wall. She couldn't really sleep anyway, she was still feeling sad about Peter's story which kept her awake. She knew that Peter wouldn't be able to sleep either, especially with all those memories resurfacing.

"Mmhph?" Lucy asked in reply. She heard a ruffle of blanket as the younger girl shifted to face her brother.

"Do you think Peter will be ok? I don't want him to be depressed, not when we have so much work to do…"

"Peter's fine, he's not depressed. It's not like he'll go jump off a cliff or something, he's just sad because of past memories… I'm sure he'll be fine in the morning. We've all learnt to let go of the past."

"Mm… I guess you're right. Caspian called for a meeting in the morning. I have a feeling that we'd be swamped… I was just hoping that the only job that I had to do was train Evangeline, even that's a handful in itself."

"Don't be lazy, Edmund. We are Kings and Queens after all, it's our duty."

Edmund laughed softly at his little sister's scolding, changing the subject, "Why do you think Evangeline's here, in Narnia? I mean, Aslan could have blocked her out or something, but he didn't… Have you ever wondered why?"

There was a silence between the two siblings, Evangeline could imagine Edmund's dark eyes looking unwaveringly at his sister while Lucy's brow was furrowed, thinking deeply.

"It actually never came to mind… but I… I'm not sure… Maybe he wanted her to help fight…. She'd probably make a good tactician too…" came Lucy's reply.

"We're all good tacticians…"

"We have to be, but Evangeline's new here, maybe she'll come up with some idea that no one has thought of yet," she said with a smile in her voice. "Maybe because she's been alone, I mean look, she doesn't have any siblings, no pets…"

"I don't think it's that…" Edmund said after Lucy drifted off from her speech, "There's something more to her being here. Whatever it is… I'm worried for her, Lu…"

"She'll be fine," Lucy reassured, "she's training under you, after all."

"That's the thing though. I'm training her, but what if it isn't enough to save her life? I'll never be able to live with myself."

"Then you'll have to protect her…"

Edmund sighed, "I know and I will, unequivocally… When Peter asked me to train her, it wasn't just the only job that there was. I knew what he silently meant… I have to shield her from harm… I didn't like it at first, still don't really, since she has a habit of getting into things… but now that I think about it, I'd die for her, Lucy."

Evangeline held her breath, no, Edmund couldn't say that. He wouldn't. Ever. And he shouldn't. She didn't want him to die for her, she didn't want anyone to lay their life down for her. Not that it was likely that it would happen, but still. To have him actually admit it was extremely terrifying and surprising.

When she asked if Edmund would protect her from the Narnians, she figured that it was more of a joke. But this… it was much too serious.

"And to think that my sole job when we came back to Narnia was to pester her…" Edmund added with an inward laugh.

"I don't think it will ever come to that Edmund, you underestimate yourself too much," Lucy assured.

"I hope you're right."

There was silence between the two while Evangeline tried to steady her breathing. She didn't want Edmund protecting her, not now that she had discovered that she was competent at archery. It was strange to hear him admit these things. She mentally scolded herself for eavesdropping. If Edmund died because of her… No, she didn't even want to think about it.

"I believe you, you know." Edmund said.

"What do you mean?"

"How you saw Aslan."

Lucy smiled, "I know, you said so yourself. Thanks for standing up for me. I'm lucky to have you as my brother."

I must be extremely lucky to have him as a friend then. Evangeline thought, her eyes drifting close.

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Throughout the course of four hours, Evangeline kept drifting in and out of sleep. Every time she did sleep, she'd have a dream but whenever she woke, she couldn't remember it.

She closed her eyes and tried again, successfully this time, to get lost in her own drowsiness.

The dream she had was a different landscape from her other ones. The place seemed to be shining with white, yellow to orange rays from all different types of directions. Evangeline frowned mentally. How could her imagination conjure up such a strange place? As she did so, a lion walked through the rays, entering her strange dream.

What is a lion doing in here?

"Good evening, Evangeline…"

How does he know my name? Is it really evening here? It seems like there is no time at all… Evangeline thought.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I thought you knew."

"Aslan," Evangeline stated.

Aslan inclined his head.

"Why… Why am I here Aslan?"

"I knew that this question would arise, King Edmund was quite concerned about it."

Evangeline blushed, "I know, please don't tell him I was eavesdropping..."

Aslan chuckled, "Do not worry, I assure you I won't. You are here to restore peace to Narnia."

Evangeline frowned, baffled, "I know, but isn't that the Pevensies job as well? We're all here to help Caspian do that. With his crazy uncle and everything…"

"Miraz is not crazy dear one, he is a tyrant. If you mean he's a murderer, yes, he's that too," Aslan corrected her.

Evangeline nodded dumbly.

"To restore peace to Narnia is not the only job you are charged with, my child. You need to restore peace in your friends' hearts. Without them, the free Narnia to cease to exist, and if there is no peace in their hearts, how would it be possible to govern and rebuild a fallen civilization in a peaceful world? They are Narnians, they live and breathe this world, and if one of them were to be depressed, it would spread like a plague."

"Well, it is hard to be happy when we are in the middle of a war, sir. Many things could go wrong to upset my friends…"

"That is why it is your job to make sure that nothing goes wrong. However, it is inevitable at this time. You must keep your eyes open and your head clear."

Evangeline nodded again, "It's going to be hard…"

"It's a job that requires delicacy, it will become clear to you as time goes by. Do not fret, my child, you will know what to do. To know how to cure them, is to learn of their past, and teach them to let it go."

Let go of the past… That was the second time she's heard those words throughout the night. Lucy said it, said that they've all learnt to let go of the past, so why was Aslan telling her this? "What if nothing is wrong with my friends though?"

"No all scars can be seen…"

Evangeline frowned, her friends were perfectly ok, what did he mean by making them happy? And why did she have to get the job? Lucy's a more jovial person than she is. Besides, she wasn't great at making people happy, she was not a clown.

"That's not all to my being here, is it Aslan?" she asked.

"You will find out in time… I must go, goodnight Evangeline."

Even though that left Evangeline more perplexed than ever, she muttered, "Goodnight Aslan."

It was pitch black when Evangeline's eyes flew open, holding her head as she thought over the dream. What a queer dream that was… and why is it so dark? She asked herself, finding it strange that the torchlight wasn't there to illuminate their sleeping places. It must've all burned up, she thought as she stood up slowly, trying to avoid making any sounds. She figured that she should take a walk to tire herself out so that she could go back to sleep, even though she didn't feel like sleeping.

Using the wall the guide her out, Evangeline took a few steps bare footed, not surprised that the stone floor was cold. She'd have to brave it if she didn't want to wake anyone else up with the loud clacking noises that came from her boots.

Evangeline was glad to find that the corridors were lit as she reached them, continuing her walk towards the Stone Table. She was surprised to see that a few animals were still up, but they were nocturnal, even though they spoke like humans they were still creatures after all.

"Daughter of Eve…" a black panther said, greeting her as she passed him. She bowed her head back in return.

She made her way to the front of the Stone Table and sat down on the steps that faced the large carving of Aslan. Pulling her legs up and resting her head on the arms that were wrapped around them, she looked at Aslan, replaying the dream through her head.

What in the world did he mean? Let go of the past, restore peace in your friends' heart - if they were depressed in the first place… It didn't make a lot of sense, and it wasn't as if she was going to walk up to each of them and tell them that she was going to be their new therapist and that they have no choice but to spill all of their secrets out.

"Evangeline?" she heard Peter call out softly.

She turned to her left, to see Peter standing there with bags under his eyes. "Peter," she stated just as softly, acknowledging the older boy.

"Couldn't sleep, I'm guessing?" he asked.

Evangeline shook her head with a small smile, "Not really."

"Me neither."

"Naturally."

Peter walked closer to her, motioning a space next to where she was sitting, "May I?"

"Of course," she said to her best friend, inclining her head. Even though Peter knew that she didn't care if he sat next to her or not, he was still a gentleman about it. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I just have trouble sleeping, with all these memories coming back. I thought that Aurelia might visit me in my sleep, but I wasn't able to even drop off."

"Maybe you just need company," Evangeline smiled, "Did you want to talk about it?"

Peter shook his head, "There's not much more to say about it, it happened five years before I returned back to England, so I guess, like I said before, I got over it. It just hurts to not have the same stars that you've seen for most of your life back home." Peter smiled at Evangeline. "Just some company would be fine."

Evangeline smiled back at Peter, "You should get some rest, knowing that you have a lot to do tomorrow."

"I'm fine," Peter murmured, stifling a yawn. "What about you? You need sleep too."

Evangeline waved a hand, "I'm not a king nor queen, I don't have matters to attend to, I'd sleep during the day if I had to."

"Lazy," Peter muttered with a grin.

"Shut up and go to sleep," Evangeline returned with a smile.

Peter rested his head on her shoulder, "Knowing you, you'd fall asleep in no time."

She gave him a hug, "Sleep well Peter."

"Thank you, guardian angel," Peter said with a smile in his voice.

By the soft sound of Peter's snoring, Evangeline could tell that he had fallen asleep without any problems.

Evangeline was happy that Peter wasn't disturbed or depressed with his story telling as she had been worrying about him. Lucy was right, Peter was fine. With a smile, she kissed his hair, like he would to Lucy whenever she was feeling sad. Someone needed to look out for Peter because he looked out for everyone else. She guessed that she would have to take the job, it came unconditionally.

After fifteen minutes, Evangeline's muscles were protesting for her to move. She tried not to shift Peter's head as she moved a little, knowing that he would wake up, what an uncomfortable position.

Silly girl, should've made him take his sleeping roll in. The Black Panther that she had seen earlier, moved around the Stone Table, as if guarding Peter as he slept. Evangeline wanted to ask him to do her a favour, but she couldn't remember his name. "Uh…" she managed to say, "Raj," she said, remembering his name, a little overjoyed when the panther looked at her, "could you please do me a favour and fetch Peter's sleeping roll for me? I think he'll wake up with an aching back if he slept all night like this. I think he left it outside."

Raj inclined his head, "Anything for his majesty," he said, turning around with a swish of his tail, walking with feline grace to get Peter's sleeping roll.

When Raj came back, dragging the roll with his teeth, he helped Evangeline move Peter (by supporting Peter's other arm with his head) onto the roll.

As soon as Peter's head hit the ground, his snore only became louder. Evangeline smiled at her friend who was finally sleeping soundly and resumed her position, chin resting on her knees, watching over him as he slept as she replayed scenes throughout the night in her mind. The dream of Aslan left her disturbed, and overhearing Edmund say that he'd die for her was even more so.

Raj lay down next to her, paws folding over the top of each other and tail swishing, silently guarding his king with intelligent golden eyes. He looked at her and his lips curled up into a smile, she met it with a smile of her own and both gave each other silent company, watching over their beloved king.

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It was an hour past sunrise when Peter stirred, surprised to see Evangeline in the same position as before, staring at the carving of Aslan.

"Evangeline? You've woken up earlier than usual…"

Evangeline's reverie was broken when she looked at him and smiled, "Good morning Peter, it's not possible to wake up when you haven't slept."

"You mean, you stayed up the whole night?" he asked, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He cringed slightly when his back cracked as he stretched.

Evangeline nodded, "Mmhmm, couldn't sleep, and I had Raj for company. I've never really appreciated night time until now. Everything's so quiet and peaceful, with everyone asleep. Watching the sun rise is quite beautiful too."

"I was wrong then," Peter muttered with a lopsided grin, running a hand through his golden hair.

"Pardon?"

"I clearly remember saying 'knowing you, you'd fall asleep in no time'," he replied with a chuckle.

"So you are," Evangeline smiled back.

"Is something wrong, Evangeline? You weren't known to pull an all nighter," Peter said with a yawn, standing up and stretching. Sleeping on the floor always made one feel so stiff when waking.

Evangeline shook her head, "No, everything's fine," she said, deciding not to tell Peter that Aslan had visited her in her dream. Everyone would make a big deal out of it, she was sure. She'd tell them eventually, it was just that she needed some time to figure out how she was going to do the job that Aslan appointed her with.

"Peter! Peter!" Susan, Edmund and Lucy called out. Peter turned around. "Have you seen Evangeline? She left without her smelly shoes!" Susan panted.

"Crazy girl's probably been sleep walking," she heard Edmund mutter.

Evangeline stood up from her sitting position, as the Stone Table hid her from their view, "I'm here," she replied calmly, smiling in amusement as she saw Lucy holding her boots.

"Thanks Lucy," she said, taking them from the younger girl and putting them on.

"A good morning would be nice," Peter muttered, trying to brush the hair that was covering his forehead with his fingers.

Susan smiled, "Good morning Peter," she said, brushing her older brother's hair out of his face for him.

Evangeline almost laughed when she imagined that Susan had licked her fingers before doing it.

Lucy gave him a hug, "I hope you slept well, Peter."

Peter smiled, returning the hug, "I did, even though I do feel a little sore."

"Good morning, Evangeline," Edmund greeted.

"Finally! You're the first person to say that to me today!" Evangeline replied enthusiastically, "Good morning to you too Edmund."

"You're up early… and you're not grumpy," he mused.

"She didn't sleep in the first place," Peter told Edmund before Evangeline could even say so.

"Is something wrong?" Edmund asked.

"Why is everyone so surprised that I did not sleep?"

"Because," Lucy injected, "you love your sleep, as do the rest of us."

"And you sleep like a pig," Edmund added.

Evangeline laughed, slapping him on the arm, "You're one to talk."

The group walked together to have breakfast outside, Evangeline listened to Lucy talk about the strange dream she had last night and what she and Edmund did to Susan – which was by taking Evangeline's smelly shoes and putting them under Susan's nose - when they were trying to wake her up. Caspian soon joined them and sat next to Evangeline after they filled their plates with food.

"There's going to be a meeting after we finish breakfast," Caspian told them.

"Great," Evangeline replied, "So what are we going to talk about?"

Caspian shifted slightly, not quite sure himself with which topics that had top priority, "I think the training of our soldiers, schedules, maybe we'll plan out a few more raids, if the Kings and Queens would like to add something, then of course we'll discuss that too."

Evangeline beamed at him, "Excellent," she said brightly.

Caspian looked at her warily, befuddled as why she was so chirpy this morning. He didn't ask her though, not sure if she was touchy with the subject about her feelings.

Evangeline's attention was diverted though, watching in amazement fifteen minutes after she finished her breakfast of buttered toast and eggs, as the Centaurs around her finished eating two whole bowls of oats and wheat, and then moving onto a piled up plate of eggs and toast. She slowly gulped down the glass of orange juice before her, looking worriedly at the creatures and wondering if they ever had indigestion.

A.N: Did you like it? I don't know why I decided to include a depressing chapter, even though I was pretty happy when I was writing it – which was maybe the reason why Evangeline was happy (for some strange reason) in the morning. I think because it's 3AM as I'm writing this, and I love this hour.

Anywho, I was planning to make Peter's story into a fanfic, like Narnia's version of the Little Mermaid, so what do you think? Should I? Or should I just focus on Believe Me, because studies might pile up and such?

Please leave a review!