The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 10

"Peter!"

The teenager glanced around to see a familiar figure slip through the curtains of his tent.

"Long time no see!" Noah fist bumped him. "How's it going?"

"It's okay." Peter sighed. "The prophecy is a little strange for me but I'll get used to it." He sat on his bed. Clothes exactly like the ones Noah was wearing were laid on a chair, but he couldn't bring himself to put them on. He was still so confused. But maybe there was someone who could help.

"Hey, Noah?"
"Yeah?" Noah looked away from the carvings of Aslan that decorated the dresser.
"What's up with you and Aslan? Why were you with him when we arrived."
"Okay..." Noah started. "...this is confusing, to say the least. It may bring up more questions than answers. Just warning you." Peter raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think anything can be more confusing than what I've heard already."
"Umm...yeah, so, Aslan's my dad."
Peters mouth hit the floor.
"Your dad?! But I thought you're parents were human!"
"Yeah, I don't really get it either. I mean, my dad is a lion, but I'm a human. I mean, how the Tash does that work?"
"Tash?" What was that? Peter wondered.
"It's the Narnian version of hell." Noah explained. "But, to answer what you really meant, at the start of the Witches 100-year reign of terror, my dad, Aslan, basically kidnapped Evelyn and took both her and I to your world." He chuckled.
"Kidnapped?! And what do you mean my world?! He can get there?! How?!" Peter couldn't stop the tidal wave of questions.
"See, I told you. More questions than answers." Noah laughed again. "Don't go around saying that he kidnapped her, though. People here are very defensive and stubborn in believing that my dad would never do anything bad. And they're right, he wouldn't. He just saved her from a life of cruelty and mistreatment at her mother's hands when he pushed us into your world. The same way you came."
"Wait, so, he can't get there?"
"Not physically, but he can access it another way."
"How?"
"You'll have to find that out for yourself." Noah answered mysteriously. Peter thought for a minute, his mind ticking over everything he'd been told.
"So why are you here?"
"Uhm...Narnia is my home?" Noah gave him a weird look.
"No, I mean here. Why are you in my tent? You must have wanted to talk about something." Peter watched as Noah frowned before his expression became unreadable.
"Actually, yes." He turned to face Peter. "I think of Evelyn as my sister, did you know that?" The tan boy started.
"Well you are related."
"No, believe it or not. We're adopted siblings. We aren't actually related, but we grew up together, and we might as well be. She's my sister, even if we don't share blood." Peter frowned. Where is this going?
"I feel like I have to protect her, stop her from being hurt. You know what that feels like." Noah continued. "So I just wanted to tell you that I know."
"Know what?" Peter was confused.
"I know how you feel. I've seen the way you look at her. Kind of like she's a puzzle you can't solve, but not in a creepy way." He looked Peter in the eye as he said this. "You like her."
"What?! No! She nea-" Noah cut off his protests.
"Before you get all defensive, it's no use. I know. But you need to get rid of it. She's not a game, or a puzzle to figure out. She is her own person, and she doesn't need a man. Get rid of your feelings for her. It will do her no good. And you don't have to know everything about her. She has things that she wants to keep to herself. So sort it out, and then get rid of it. You can't date my sister, Pevensie." His eyes were hard the whole time he spoke, but they softened when he finished.
"Get changed, training starts in half an hour." And he left.

Peter was about to shout after him that he did not like Evelyn, but Noah was gone. He sighed, going to get changed. As he pulled his shirt off, he wondered what Noah had meant about Evelyn having secrets. Were they as bad as he feared? And were they the same as the ones he thought she had? He sighed. Evelyn was a puzzle alright. Just like Noah said she wasn't. But Peter wasn't interested. He didn't need to know her secrets. He didn't want to know what made her keep going, what drove her. Why she switched sides with much less resistance than he thought she would. What Aslan wanted to talk about. Why she was so close to Lucy after such a small amount of time. What that carving meant, and where she had got it from. Why she had joined the witches army. Who she really was.

Yep, Evelyn was definitely a puzzle, and he wanted so bad to figure her out. She was interesting, and enchanting, and he so deeply wanted to kno-

Stop.

Stop.

Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop.

What was he thinking?!

He couldn't be...

Could he?

No.

She had threatened Susan's life!

But she didn't want to. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, a voice answered back.

But she did!

But she didn't really. She stopped herself. She told you to run, to get out of Narnia. To save yourself.

But Lucy nearly died!

But did she?

No.

And why? Because Evelyn saved her.

Stupid voice.

Still, she has secrets!

So do you.

But they weren't nearly as dark. They were just little things, like that he had been the one that ate the last lemon drop. Or that it wasn't Edmund who pranked Susan by stealing her eyeshadow, it was him. Or even that he had been the one who covered their mum's car keys in sellotape before the war ruined their lives. Evelyn's were probably along the lines of 'I am a spy helping bring down Aslan from the inside while the witch does the rest.'.

Really? Because everyone, including her, knows that you and your siblings are the only ones who can stop this war. If she was on the white witches side, wouldn't she have killed you while she had the chance and finished it there?

But-

Come on, really?!

Peter sighed.

She has a good heart.

Well...yeah.

He sank onto his bed again, staring up at the ceiling as he replayed the moment they met.

She had entered the room, looking only the tiniest bit nervous but standing tall, which actually meant something considering that she was one of the tallest girls he had ever met.
Her hair had swayed a little as she stopped, the rich, earth brown ringlets tumbling gracefully over her shoulders. She had looked a little over his head as she waved, not meeting anyone's eyes, though he wished she had met his. He stared at hers, getting lost in them. They were filled with caution, and sadness, and worry, but there was also a tiny stream of light, filled with so many positive emotions he had no idea how they all fit, and he wanted to know why there was so little space for it, and where it came from. But he noticed that the tiny stream became a rushing river in the few seconds she smiled, lighting up her defined, tan face. Those soft lips seemed to curl into a smile even as her face dropped. They were the perfect shade, balancing somewhere in between rose-red and peach-pink.

He saw her whole face glow when Lucy introduced herself, however shocked she was. And he saw her whole face be overtaken by that happiness as she laughed.
And then he remembered when he left with his siblings to go to dinner, and overheard that tiniest bit of her conversation with Noah as he walked away.
"She introduced herself to me."

He wondered why she sounded so shocked. Hadn't that happened before?

Oh.

Of course it hadn't! They lived hours away from the nearest village. Noah told him they were homeschooled and he had called Evelyn 'socially challenged'. This was why. People, for some strange reason, didn't like her, or introduce themselves to her. That's why she seemed nervous when she first met them. That was why she never talked about other people, like Noah did. That's why she went to the witches side. That was her weakness. She wanted friends, but Noah was the only one.

She was lonely.

Oh.