It was coronation day at Cair Paravel. Aslan stood, the male Pevensies on one side and the female Pevensies on the other side.
They walked up the aisle, wide smiles on their faces. Mr. Tumnus was to be distributing crowns and the Beavers were holding the crowns.
Aslan spoke. "To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. To the clear northern skies, King Peter the Magnificent. And to the peaceful stillness of night, Queen Isabel the Wise. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars come raining down from the heavens."
Everyone started yelling, "Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy! Long live Queen Isabel!"
That evening, Aslan was walking along the beach. Lucy came running out, followed by Isabel, and watched Aslan walking off.
"You'll see him again," Tumnus said as he joined her.
Lucy looked up at him. "When?"
"In time. One day he'll be here, the next he won't. But you mustn't press him. After all, he's not a tame lion."
Isabel gave a small smile. "No. But he is good."
Tumnus handed Lucy her hanky and said, "Here. You need it more than I do."
Lucy took it and began dabbing her eyes. They noticed that Aslan had disappeared into the sunset.
Years later
The adult Pevensies were pursuing the White Stag.
Edmund slowed down and asked, "Are you all right, Philip?"
"Not as young as I used to be," Philip replied.
The others made their way back to him. "Come on, Ed," Susan taunted.
"Just catching my breath," Edmund replied.
Susan scoffed lightly. "Well if that's all we'll catch at this rate."
"What did he say again, Susan?" Lucy asked.
""You girls wait in the castle, I'll get the stag myself!""
Peter noticed an ancient looking lamp post and asked, "What's this?"
They got off of their horses and walked towards the lamp post.
"This seems familiar," Peter muttered.
"As if a dream from a dream," Susan said.
"Or a dream of a dream," Lucy and Isabel added. "Spare Oom..."
Lucy and Isabel ran off and the others eventually followed. "Lu? Isabel? " Peter called.
"Come on!" Lucy and Isabel cried.
They entered the back of the wardrobe and Peter said, "These aren't branches..."
"They're coats," Susan and Isabel realised.
"Susan, you're on my foot," Edmund stated.
The wardrobe door suddenly flew open, and the five of them fell to the floor. The door opened, and they were met with Professor Digory Kirke smiling down at them.
"Oh. There you are. What were you all doing in the wardrobe?" Digory asked.
Peter shared a look with each of them and said, "You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir."
Digory thew a cricket ball to Peter and he caught it. He smiled and said, "Try me."
LATER - NIGHT
Lucy opened the door to the wardrobe.
"I don't think you'll get back in that way... You see, I've already tried."
"Will we ever go back?" Lucy wondered.
Digory smiled. "I expect so. But it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. All the same... it's best to keep your eyes open."
They walked out of the room. The wardrobe door opened a crack and a light and smoke came out. A lion roared.
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Heart of Courage
FantasyIsabel Pevensie, as the eldest of her siblings, has a responsibility to care for her brothers and sisters; especially the younger two. The five are sent from their home to the countryside to protect them from the bombings. One game of fun brings a...
