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[Lucy Pevensie]

Lucy’s face was set in a scowl as she clambered over fallen logs, pushed through vines, and stooped under branches.  She was tired, and her arms and legs were scraped up from various plants, and her feet hurt and had gotten wet from a stream they’d found, and her clothes were stiff and uncomfortable from having been wet.  They’d been walking around for a couple of hours already, and still had seen no sign of people or Animals or any kind of habitation. Lucy was fed up with it.

It didn’t help that she was hungry.  Following Peter’s advice, they had indeed found a stream.  But all they’d had to eat was half a sandwich each, for only Peter and Edmund still had the sandwiches their mother had packed them.  After all this time walking, it had hardly been enough.  They’d argued a bit then about what to do for more food.  By that time, they’d figured out they were on an uninhabited island, so continuing to follow the beach wouldn’t be much good if they wanted to find more to eat. They’d finally taken Edmund’s suggestion of going into the wood. Maybe they’d be able to find roots or berries or something.

The problem was that the wood was very dense.   And while Lucy typically loved adventuring, she was finding that it wasn’t much fun when she was tired and hungry.  She was about to demand that they take a break when she began to notice a delicious smell. 

“Why, there’s an apple tree!” she exclaimed. For so there was.  Delighted, Lucy reached up and grabbed an apple off a low branch. She bit into the golden skin of the fruit, and let out a sigh.  She was hungry enough that even a sour apple probably would have tasted good, but this one as sweet and juicy as any she had had in Narnia. 

Munching into the apple happily, Lucy took a closer look at her surroundings.  They were in the midst of an entire grove of apple trees, which seemed rather out of place in the midst of a wild forest.  But there was something else ahead that was strange for a deserted island.

“Say,” she asked the others. “Is that a wall?”

[Edmund Pevensie [inactive]]

I'LL COME BACK*;

when you call me
NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE
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Among the four Pevensie siblings, it seemed only Edmund had any semblance of a smile left on his face. Well, if you looked at him, you'd say he was actually smirking, but that was just how his smile looked most of the time. The other three seemed to be annoyed at their situation, but being who he is, Edmund was actually thrilled at how things were going. Not completely, really, what with the lack of food and water and anyone to greet them or even simply ask as to where they were, but you might be forgetting something: Edmund is still a young boy and what this posed to him was an adventure and who was he to pass it up? Aside from Lucy and her innocent ways, Edmund might as well be the most adventurous of the four, and with reason. He loved the ideas of hiking through the forest, chasing after something and the simple mystery of their predicament was enough to make him smile.

Of course, being Edmund, the more annoying of the four (except for Susan in her grouchiest and most logical), his smile really did have a hint of smugness in it: he hadn't left the sandwiches that their mother had made them at the train station, so now he actually had a hand with being useful. How's that for being more responsible now? Ever since his betrayal of his siblings the last time he has been in Narnia, he had felt the need to prove himself back to them, be more responsible and grow up a little (which is much harder than it seems, mind you). This was one of those moments, although he did horribly wish that he had left his school coat at the train station so he didn't have to lug it around in his bag, along with his torch and a few other things. Before they finished the sandwiches though, he had suggested they go into the woods, in the hopes that they'd find something to eat there and if not, someone to talk to and tell them just what had happened, where they were and where they could get some food.

Edmund took up the rear as the four of them made their way through the trees and though he was smiling, his curiosity was peaked at its highest and he had the urge to just plant his behind on a rock and stop searching. His curiosity got the better of him though, but he kept his mouth shut along the way, knowing how tired the other three were and the tendency they had to snap at each other when they were tired and hungry. A small grumble in his stomach reminded Edmund just how hungry he was, and he looked up at where they were going, hoping that any sight of food would arrive soon. It was a few moments before he heard Lucy exclaim out loud and he moved forward to where she was to get a better look. It was an apple tree! And what red, delicious apples they seemed to have. With a huge smile, Edmund picked an apple and tossed it in his hand, weighing it deftly before taking a bite out of it. It was surprisingly sweet and very delicious, especially after you haven't eaten in a long time.

The four proceeded to go their separate ways and Edmund started to explore just exactly where they were. He found a short, slightly ruined staircase just near where they were though when he climbed it, wherever it leaded to was gone, the spiral ending into nothing. His eyebrows furrowed. That explained something: this was probably the ruins of something. The last time he was here, he didn't recall any ruins in Narnia but hen again, who was to know just how long they've been gone? Hearing Lucy's distant voice distracted Edmund from his thoughts, and he hurried down the stairs to see where she was pointing at. A stone wall covered in vines. By common sense, Edmund knew this wasn't just any wall; nobody would build just a wall. It was a part of something, and connecting the tower and the wall, Edmund would have to say it was a part of a castle. He moved closer to it, his eyebrows even more closer as his curiosity was even more heightened. "It is. I'd say its a part of a castle and by the looks of things, a castle abandoned for years.... But I don't remember any ruins in Narnia."


FEELING; more and more curious.
HANGING WITH; pete, su and lu.
CLOTHING; his school uniform: white shirt, striped tie, pants, bare feet.
MUSIC; regina speaktor's the call.
WORDS; took me long enough. this still active?

[Lucy Pevensie]

An abandoned castle. Now that Edmund mentioned it, Lucy could see that he had to be right.  They were most definitely in a courtyard, and the tall, crumbling structure to their right had to have been a tower at one point.  The broad, shallow stairs right in front of them, then, ought to lead to a great hall.

“It all gives me the queerest feeling,” Lucy remarked to no one in particular.  “I wish we could find out who lived here, and what happened to them.”  Because Edmund was right.  If they were in Narnia – and sometime in the past few hours, she had begun to take for granted that they were – then what was this place?  She knew Narnia inside and out, but nothing they’d seen so far made sense.  Castle ruins? On an island?  Nothing of the sort existed in the Narnia she knew.

While she was pondering these things, she continued her way across to the stairs and entered the great hall. It wasn’t a hall anymore, of course. The ceiling was missing, the walls were crumbling, and the floor was covered with grass and daisies.  But at the far end stood a terrace, raised several feet off the ground.  That must have been a dais, long ago.  She had eaten frequently on just such a dais when she had been a queen in Narnia.

“How this brings back so many memories!” Lucy exclaimed.  “Why we could pretend we were back in Cair Paravel. Do you remember all the times we feasted in a great hall just like this one?”  Oh, what wonderful times they had had, eating the most scrumptious food, then dancing with the fauns and the dryads! Lucy’s feet began to move of their own accord, to the rhythm of remembered harps and lutes.

Still in a daze of remembrance, Lucy wandered around the room, seeing not what was truly there but what must have once been.  The walls would have been lined with elaborate tapestries, and the floor would have been covered with a colored pavement. The room those walls contained would not have been filled with this eerie silence, but with conversation and music and laughter. 

Lucy’s musings were interrupted, however, when a flash of reflected light caught her eye.  She bent down and picked up the chess piece – a knight – made of pure gold. “Why Edmund!” Lucy waved her brother over.  “This is just like the knight in your set!” 

[Edmund Pevensie [inactive]]

I'LL COME BACK*;

when you call me
NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE
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There was something oddly wrong and right about this place in Edmund’s eyes. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something was telling him that there was something he… they needed to figure out about this place, if it was even something that they could recognize. None of them remembered ruins in Narnia. Then the thought struck him. What if this isn’t Narnia? The assurance of the presence of another world apart from theirs… who’s not to say that there isn’t more than one? The enormity of the possibilities overwhelmed Edmund, so he pushed aside that possibility and just settled on the fact that this is Narnia. Now if he could just remember where they are and if there are ruins in Narnia (which he is sure there isn’t – he should know, he was… is a King of Narnia), they would probably not be so shocked at everything they were seeing right now.

Dawdling somewhere along Lucy’s right, Edmund ran a hand through the stone wall that partially covered them, the vines and moss slightly tickling his arm. He half-closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he vaguely imagined this ruin as Cair Paravel – this would be the Great Hall, where Sons of Adam, Daughters of Eve, Kings and Queens and Beasts and friends, everyone just gathered to eat and chat and laugh. So many friends he had accidentally left behind that day they had drifted back through the wardrobe and there wasn’t a time that he regretted that, but he’d accepted what had happened and moved on with his life. Now… they seemed to be back and all the memories kept flooding back to him.

His eyes shot open Lucy spoke again, still as excited as before. He smiled. Trust her to be more excited than curious about this – she couldn’t suppress the idea of an adventure when it was staring her right in the face. The other two were oddly silent, though he couldn’t blame them. This was a bit too much to take after just standing on the platform of a train station minutes ago. Funny when you thought of it that way. ”Now that you mentioned it, Lu, I was just thinking about the feasts we had when we were Kings and Queens… well, we still are, but you know what I mean. Do you remember the long table and the friends we invited everyday? I love those days.” he said loudly towards his little sister’s direction, coming to the end of the wall, dropping his hand to his side as he turned and looked behind him. Some very rich people probably owned this place – and governed this country by the looks of it. If only there was only sign of who had lived in this place before they arrived.

For the second time since they got there, Edmund was pulled from his thoughts by Lucy calling out to him. With his eyebrows knot closely on his forehead, he anxiously made his way closer to Lucy, peering closely to what she held in her hand. It gleamed under the sunlight, making him squint a bit from its shining pallor, but we kept on until he was beside Lucy. He took it from her hand and stared at it for a few seconds before recognition dawned in his eyes. "It does look amazingly like it and if it isn’t, I’d say it is from my chess set. How’d it get here, I wonder?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing deeper down his forehead as he turned the golden chess piece in his hand. Things just keep getting stranger and stranger…


FEELING; more and more curious.
HANGING WITH; pete, su and lu.
CLOTHING; his school uniform: white shirt, striped tie, pants, bare feet.
MUSIC; regina speaktor's the call.
WORDS; took me long enough. this still active?

[Lucy Pevensie]

Lucy nodded in response to her brother’s reminiscence. “Yes, of course! There was always the most delicious food. And of course, music, and dancing! Do you remember my 18th birthday?”  That had been one of the best days of the young girl’s life.  They had had a huge feast, all in her honor, and she had stayed up dancing all night, to the music of the best musicians from all over Narnia.  Her family had tried to make her birthdays in Finchley special – and they had been – but her birthdays in Narnia had been grand state affairs.

“It does look amazingly like it and if it isn’t, I’d say it is from my chess set. How’d it get here, I wonder?”

Lucy puzzled a moment, looking around the former hall as she did so.  Could it be the same chess piece somehow?  And then all of a sudden, everything clicked.  How had she not seen it before!  The reason she had been so easily able to imagine what this place must have looked like before it fell in decay was that she had been there!  This castle wasn’t just like Cair Paravel. It was Cair Paravel.

“Why, we’ve all been such dolts!” Lucy exclaimed. “Don’t you see where we are?  Look,” she said, pointing, “imagine a roof. And colored tiles on the floor instead of grass. And tapestries on the wall. We’re in Cair Paravel itself!” Lucy bounced on her toes in excitement.

There were just a few things that didn’t make sense, though Lucy didn’t point them out. The Cair Paravel she knew wasn’t on an island. And it hadn’t been in ruins when they had last been there, only a year ago.  Still, Lucy knew with complete and utter certainty now that she couldn’t be wrong. Perhaps Peter or someone could explain how the changes had happened.  For now, though, Lucy was less concerned with figuring out the details and more concerned with exploring the rest of the place, now that they knew where they were.


((Sorry it's so short...))

[Peter Pevensie]

Peter swiped at his brow with the back of his hand as he finished hiking up the mound of earth which may as well have been a sheer rock cliff.  He’d never known a wood to be so steep.  But he supposed that he had never known a castle to be built atop a wood, either.  So in a way, it made sense.  But such a thing would only make sense in an area where there actually were castles.  If he listened to logic, as Susan would have him do, then it only made sense that they were in Narnia – which was rather ironic considering standard logic would argue that such a place didn’t exist.  It was really no wonder that Peter was confused, but in truth, part of his disorientation could be attributed to the fact that he had been walking around for hours with little water and almost no food.  Not to mention he wasn’t as fit as he had been the last time they were in Narnia.  Games of cricket simply didn’t compare to real combat or fencing.

He had been uncharacteristically silent thus far, using most of his energy to breathe and climb instead of speak.  As he crested the hill into the apple grove, and went off to explore like his siblings had, he let out a grunt.  This place did look a lot like Narnia.  And where else could they be, really?  It seemed too good to be true, but he certainly had no qualms about believing it.  Shading his eyes with his hand, he scanned the perimeter of the area in which he now stood, realizing that there was an indeed a sort of wall, eroded as it was, surrounding them.  His siblings had wandered off, as he had learned they had a tendency to do, especially in a new place, and he let them.  But his dulled over-protectiveness was quick to rear its head again when he heard Lucy’s voice, and he walked with elongated stride to where his youngest sister stood (already it seemed that his old royal habits were returning to him, and how glad he was of it!).

His arrival, though a bit belated, was met with the startling revelation that they were, indeed, in Narnia.  He had expected as much for a while now, in fact ever since he had first felt the first peculiar sensation of magic pulling at him – but now there was proof.  A thrill went through him, the likes of which he had not felt for ages, and he began to speak excitedly, all weariness gone in an instant from his bones. “That was the dais where the High Table was, where we sat once,” he said. “Anyone would think we had forgotten about it.”  But he hadn’t, he knew he hadn’t.  It all came back to him like a rush of a dream one was just now remembering. “Think of it: the orchard, the chess-piece, the size of the place… it all adds up.  By Jove, we are in the ruins of Cair Paravel itself.”  Ruins, though.  Why ruins?  He paused. “What do you suppose happened here?”