Once, there were four children who stood at an underground train station. They had just returned from a land called Narnia but nobody around them was aware that they ever had left. The children thought that their adventure was over. After all, it wa...
"Lucy?" Peter's tousled head peeked through the door into her cabin as she sat by the fireplace.
"Peter," she whispered.
"May I come in?"
"May we come in?" Susan corrected him as the door opened wide to reveal the other two as well.
"Of course," Lucy smiled and created space for her family to sit on the floor beside her.
"Are you okay?" Ed asked her.
"I'm not sure."
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"What happened?" Susan asked her and Lucy explained her dreams.
"I know that I was the one who started running towards the trees in search of the wardrobe and I don't deny it. But having to hear it from Mr. Tumnus..." She shuddered. "It opened up a deeper wound that I tried to bury a few years back."
"Well, it wasn't your fault. You don't need to bury that wound anymore," Susan took Lucy's hand in hers. "All of us have regretted something even after all these years."
"What was yours?" Ed asked.
"Choosing between...England and Narnia."
"Susan..." Peter started.
"It's fine, Peter. I'm sure that the decision will be made for me one day. I'm not going to battle between the two choices because both are my Home. Narnia is a little more than that, but I know that I cannot give up on a life in England...no matter how much I want to." She sighed.
The siblings could not console her because they themselves were in the same dilemma. "Well mine was Jadis obviously," Ed started. "I was back in my younger self's body and in her castle. Susan and Lucy were working for us."
Peter smirked. "A younger pre-Narnia Edmund would have loved that."
"Agree to disagree. You were also turned to stone in that dream..." He stuttered. "I had white hair and blue eyes, and was ruling beside her. That is my biggest regret - betraying all of you and giving into the dark magic," he sighed. "And she wanted me to take her hand. But if I had done that, I probably wouldn't be alive right now, because even dead, the White Witch still somehow manages to find ways to kill me."
The room stopped and everyone was silent. "I have to give her an A+ for effort." Edmund joked to lighten the mood of the dampened room.
"That's strange," Lucy started. "Mr. Tumnus wanted me to take his hand as well."
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