𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾

Chapter 15: Years Later

~3rd Person P.O.V.~

Five horses, five adults all in a forest. The adults sat on their horses, riding and laughing as they rode through the woods. One man stopped his horse in their tracks, looking down at his horse in confusion.

"Are you alright, Phillip?" The man had very dark brunette hair and brown eyes. Edmund Pevensie.

"I'm not as young as I once was." Phillip responds.

A neighing sound is heard, catching Edmund's attention, seeing the four other adults riding up to them.

"Come on, Ed." One of the women spoke, looking at her younger brother. She had dark brunette hair, almost like his. Susan Pevensie.

"Just catching my breath." Edmund replies to his sister.

"Well, that's all we'll catch at this rate." Another women speaks up. She had gorgeous e/c eyes and long silky h/c hair. Y/n Pevensie.

Yep. Y/n and Peter had gotten married in their years in Narnia, and they couldn't have been happier.

"What did he say again, Susan?" The third woman called out, looking at her older sister, Y/n following her gaze. That woman had long, light brunette hair. And she was the youngest out of the five. Lucy Pevensie.

""You girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself."" Susan lowers her voice, recalling Edmund's words from earlier that day. The three girls laugh while the other man beside Y/n smiles at their laughter.

He had blonde hair and facial hair on his features. Peter Pevensie.

"What's this?" He murmurs as his gaze had stopped on a lamppost, the other following his gaze. He helped Y/n down from her house, even though she didn't need it, the others following. "It seems familiar.

"As if from a dream." Y/n murmurs.

"Or a dream of a dream." Lucy mumbles. "Spare Oom." She then says before jogging away.

"Lucy!" Peter calls to his younger sister.

"Not again." Susan sighs before they all follow after the youngest.

"Lu?"

"Come on!"

They all walked through branches, following after Lucy before it got harder to walk through.

"These aren't branches." Peter grunts.

"They're coats." Y/n whispers.

"Susan, you're on my foot!"

"Peter, move off!"

"Ed, quit hitting!"

"Stop shoving."

"Stop it!"

"I'm not on your toe!"

Just then, the five stumbled out of the wardrobe, then glancing around in confusion before realizing they were all back in the spare room. And back as kids. The door to the room opened, revealing the professor walking in, their gazes snapping to him.

"Oh. There you are." He spoke, looking at them. "What were you all doing in the wardrobe?"

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir." Peter spoke up after sharing glances with the other four.

The professor tossed the ball that sat in his hands to Peter, who had caught it with ease. The five had their eyes on the ball before looking back at the professor, who smirked happily at them.

"Try me."