❝she'd gone from being irrelevant to being unavoidable, and what wouldn't peter give just to see her one more time❞
[book 2]
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good people always get second chances.
at least, that was what aslan had told phoebe the last time she'd seen him. no...
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The journey so far bore a significant amount of resemblance to her first journey across Narnia. Except this time, instead of travelling with three other children, she was dealing with an overly-excited badger, a pessimistic dwarf, and a boy who seemed determined not to speak for the entirety of the trip. Phoebe had been lost in her own thoughts for most of it anyway. Mostly, she was lost in thoughts of Peter and the Pevensies. Her mind was still reeling over the fact that they had remembered her for all that time. They had missed her enough to write her into history alongside them.
Though she hated to admit it, a part of Phoebe had always assumed the Pevensies would forget her, or at least grow not to care about her - view her just as a memory, not a person who had lived and breathed and been known. After all, they'd had fifteen years ruling Narnia and another year in England without her. She'd barely known them for a week, and even if it felt like a longer time, the reality was that they hadn't known each other long enough. Phoebe knew that, given time, she could've fallen in love with Peter, and it was that thought that scared her. Would he have found someone else to miss while she'd been gone? Someone else to kiss like he'd kissed her, someone else to talk with like he had talked with her. That was the thought which scared Phoebe most.
Her steps became a sort of odd rhythm as she stumbled through the overgrown grass, trying to keep up with the badger who led the ragtag group - in her defense, he had four legs and was carrying significantly less weight. Caspian was just behind her to her right, and he seemed just as trapped in his own mind as Phoebe was. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. What she'd heard about his uncle wanting to kill him for his throne was sad enough to hear, and Phoebe couldn't imagine what living through that would do to someone. Caspian seemed nice enough, although he hadn't exactly spoken all that much. Perhaps he was just quiet by nature.
However, all Phoebe's musings on the boy were interrupted by the boy himself. Caspian closed the gap between them, falling into step with her, much closer to her right side now. She looked up at him (she wished she was taller, but alas she'd barely grown in the past year), curious as to what exactly he had to say - or did he just intend to walk in silence next to her? He cleared his throat, clearly preparing to speak.
"It's strange, you know." His voice was calm and measured, although his accent was still thick and undeniably non-British. Phoebe didn't speak, knowing that Caspian would continue when he wanted to. The spurt of confidence back at Trufflehunter's home seemed like a rare occurrence. "I almost feel like I know you already, even if I don't. I grew up hearing stories about you, and now you're here." Phoebe laughed a little under her breath. She supposed it was strange. There must have been hundreds of Narnians free somewhere in these woods, and most of them would know her name. It was an off-putting thought.
"I guess so," she said, at a loss for what to say, "I don't know why you liked my story so much, though. Seems to me like it wouldn't be the most exciting read, having lived it and all." A small laugh came from the boy beside her, and Phoebe couldn't help but smile a little. Surely her story would get a lot more exciting from here on out. The second battle for Narnia. Phoebe couldn't quite believe it.
