𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 [chronicles of narnia]

Epilogue

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ELIZA RACED HER horse through the woods following the White Stag. Autumn had come quickly and Eliza and her siblings had grown up significantly since they'd first arrived. For fifteen years, Eliza had trained relentlessly, every spare moment of her time would be devoted to sparring against centaurs and fauns in the fields of Narnia. She rarely rested, and insisted on preparing and organising the troops she'd been placed in charge of.

Now, All five of them wore their crowns with pride as the woods and wind whipped passed them. Edmund began to slow down as the others galloped off, Eliza noticing her brother stopping, turned her horse around and returned to his side.

"Come on, Ed." Eliza chuckled, her cheeks flushed pink from the crisp air as she pulled on her reins, slowing her horse, to trot alongside her twin.

Edmund sighed lowly, "Just catching my breath." He started, shaking his head as he turned to his twin who rolled her eyes.

"That's all we'll catch at this rate." Susan remarked, appearing from out of the trees, with Lucy on another stallion beside her.

"What did he say again, Eliza?" Lucy asked with a small smirk.

" 'You girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself.' " Eliza boomed, echoing her twins earlier words, making the four laugh. They rode on further into the woodland, but soon stopped just in time to see Peter notice something and get off his horse.

"What's this?" The older Pevensie questioned, as they all dismounted their steeds. Their eyes travelled to the top of a lamppost, now covered in vines, up the post, a sense of familiarity washed over Eliza as she tilted her head, examining their surroundings.

"As if from a dream." Eliza whispered, letting her hand slowly brush away the vines, touching the lamppost.

"Or a dream of a dream." Lucy thought aloud, and as if like clockwork, she froze slightly before darting away from her siblings.

"Lucy!" Peter yelled after her, as Edmund rolled his eyes and shook his head at their younger sisters antics.

"Not again." Eliza groaned as they all chased after the youngest Pevensie.

"Come on!" Lucy encouraged as the branches around them got denser. Eliza scrunched her nose as he touched a coat.

"These aren't branches."

"Ow! Ooh!"

"They're coats."

"Eliza, you're on my foot!

"Peter, get off!"

A sudden change of their voices went unnoticed by the five as they ventured deeper.

"I swear to Aslan-if you don't stop pushing me Ed, I'll shove a sword up-"

"Stop shoving."

"Stop it! I'm not on your toe!"

All five children tumbled out of the wardrobe and onto the floor of the spare room. They looked in confusion at themselves, and then the door as the Professor walked in casually.

"Oh! There you are." The professor greeted with a smile, " What were you all doing in the wardrobe?". The five glanced at each other, trying to come up with something before Peter spoke up.

Peter gulped slightly, "You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir." The boy replied truthfully,

The Professor threw the cricket ball the five had been playing with, to Peter "Try me." He mused.

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There we have it folks, I wrote an entire fanfic in exactly 13 days. I think that should go on some hall of fame.

Anyway, I have a feeling this won't be the last time you'll see Eliza and her siblings on my profile so I'd keep an eye out.