The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 27

Evelyn felt it before they knew.

She knew before they knew.

She'd known all morning.

Actually, she'd known this would happen all year.

She just didn't know it would happen today until she woke up.

There was no ache in her stomach, no headache like she'd thought there would be.

She just knew.

That's why she declined Peters offer.

They'd heard rumours for weeks of the White Stag coming to Cair Paravel. Naturally, Edmund and Peter had wanted to catch it right away, but Susan made them wait.

Mr. Tumnus had told them about the beast the year after their coronation, and all had been fascinated by it. None so much as Peter, though. Maybe he had some great wish he wanted granted.

Evelyn knew, when the siblings declared they would hunt that day, that she wouldn't see them again for a very long time. She knew it was time for them to go home.

If she was honest, she was relieved. She would miss them, of course. But they were forgetting. They already had.

It was as if someone had erased all their past life from their minds. None of them, not even Lucy, could remember anything before they arrived in Narnia.

They couldn't remember the professor, or the manor, or the war. They couldn't remember London, or England, or 'Spair Oom'. They couldn't even remember how they'd gotten here. Over the past couple of years, Evelyn had taken to telling Lucy stories (She was the only one who still liked them). She'd tell Lucy about four children being sent away from home, scared and worried, only to meet two kind young children. They became best friends.
Or she'd tell Lucy of her times with Noah, back at the manor.

But every time, when the story ended, Lucy would say, "That was a beautiful story, Evie, you tell them so well. You'd think you were right there in the moment." And Evelyn would tell her, "Well, you see Luce, I was." and Lucy would laugh and compliment Evelyn on her brilliant imagination.

It was a lost cause.

But today, that would change. Today, they would remember.

Today, they would return to London.

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Evelyn looked up as her lady-in-waiting, Arlene, entered her room.

It was early evening, the sky just turning purple and blue.

Evelyn knew why she was here. It was only a couple of hours ago that she had felt it. Something inside of her told her, they were gone.

While she was glad they remembered, and she was glad they had returned to their family, it still hurt. She still missed them.

Since then, she had been sitting in the window seat, silent tears trickling down her cheeks as she held herself tight, not ready to let go.

"M'lady?" Arlene asked, tentatively, her thick northern accent echoing through the room. "I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but..."

"I know." Evelyn's voice was broken, sad. "I know."

"Are you okay?"

"No. But I will be. I knew they would return someday."

Arlene nodded, apparently not quite understanding.

"Do you need anything?"

"Yes." Evelyn choked out another sob. "Him." And Arlene knew, that when she said 'him', he didn't mean the king. She meant the only one who would ever be able to help her through this. Because siblings are for life.