Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wasn't really sure about this chapter or rather this story. I need people to tell me if I should bother continuing it? But to make sense of the chapter titles type into youtube No Light, No light, Florence and the Machines, watch the one made by FATMCeremonials.

Chapter 4 – You Want a Revelation, Some Kind Of Revolution.

I noticed that I was aging faster. Little things like my hair growing faster, I was filling out earlier, getting taller, if I kept on going the way that I was I would look around eighteen by the time that the school year ended. Of course that would be completely perfect.

Sandra was quite fortunate. She like I during my pregnancy, was not growing much in the way of size. It had only been a few weeks since I found out. Patricia, jealous of the amount of time I spent with Sandra had stopped spending time with me.

The teachers were becoming quite bothersome also; it was like they wanted to know what had changed me. They, along with Mother whom they had dragged up to the school had asked, begged, wheedled and downright demanded to tell me what had caused the change in my siblings and I.

"What happened in the country," Mother demanded, "The boys school had called to and Lucy is downright uncontrollable. Susan Pevensie, if you do not tell me I will go down there and demand that Professor Kirke tell me what he has done."

"I have class now," I said rising up out of my chair, "It was lovely to see you Mother, feel free to come again when you decide to behave like an adult."

Needless to say that she has not visited since that occasion. Either she did not want to come anymore or the school decided that she was not getting through to me and has not asked her over. I believe that she is simply trying to bully it out of Lucy now, Aslan help her. Mother not Lucy, for uncontrollable is one word to describe her another one is untameable.

Letters from Peter and Edmund came often, as well as Lucy when she could manage written in the flowery script of court. That of course is only natural, as that is how we spoke. They all sat in a locked draw in the dorm.

"Sometimes I think I'm having this baby for you," Sandra admitted on afternoon. She was lying with her head in my lap; my fingers were running through her reddish brown hair. "It's like it isn't even mine, I'm just holding it for you. As if it's some ones attempt to say sorry," she continued, "But that's okay, I don't mind."

That was a thought that stayed with me for a long time. I was certain that Aslan did not know of my pregnancy when he sent us back, but if he did find out after… when it was to late… I would like to think that he would have done this for me.

I think I loved dance lessons, the place where I was currently residing. I love to dance and if there was one benefit to being back in England as a child, it is skipping the worst instances of awkwardness that everybody else goes through.

I glided around the room with Peter in a daze. The boy's school was across the road and we took lessons together. I had not told them about my decision to keep Sandra's baby, nor the inkling that it may be a gift from Aslan. The latter I dare not voice aloud, in case I was wrong. I felt in my bones that I was not though.

"So, sister," Peter said cheerfully as we waltzed around the room, "How goes the day?"

"Spending time in your most Magnificent company, the day does indeed fare well," I said relishing in just simply conversing with one that would by the Lions Mane, speak properly was fantastic.

"Your company is well loved, especially on the count of you recognising and respecting my Magnificence," he teased.

"Careful brother, if you are not cautious I fear that you ego will spill out of the ballroom," I responded just as cheekily, "One wonders however did you head even fit inside the door." He let out a loud chuckle and the two teachers just stared at us.

"Good God," I heard one say, "There all as bad as each other."

We laughed together and swung into another dance, the music reel forgotten for the elusive sound of real Narnian music. Ed just smiled at us indulgently, sweeping me off for the next dance.

"It is good to be in your company again," he said, as we swept around the ballroom in dizzying circles. Fond memory's swirled through my brain.

"And I in yours," I responded, "Do you remember the way that you and Lucy would dance upon the ledge of the baloney, I was always so scared that you would fall."

"Yes, I do," he admitted, "If were are ever to return there, will you deign to allow my humble self a dance."

"Yes, I shall," I responded, "I shall also lock Aslan and Lucy in a small confined space until they realise the depths of there feelings toward one another." Peter, overhearing us joined us as we laughed together.

We were indeed having so much fun that I did not notice when everybody else had left, nor when Mother and Lucy had arrived. She merely stood there while Lucy joined us. Her beautiful voice singing up songs that had never been herd by anybody in this world but us.

"What are you," Mother finally shrieked hysterically, "Because you aren't mine, you aren't my children. What are you?"

Hoe did we answer that? It was easy to answer we were Narnian's, but to her that wouldn't mean anything at all.

"We do not know what to tell you," I said, my siblings and I all shifting into protective formation. Lucy looked at her with pity, and recited the words to a song she had written in Narnia.

"You want a revelation," she said, "You want to get by, but that's just a conversation that I can't have tonight. You want a revelation, some kind of revelation. Tell me what you want me to say."

There, I could continue this, probably quiet easily, I just need people to review me and let me know if it's worth it. cause if not I'll just pull it from the site.