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10| 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥

I looked up, my ears ringing in pain. Finally. Finally, she's dead. No more tormenting me. 

"El!" Sybill's voice echoed through the clatter of swords. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me up, but I couldn't get up. 

"Ouch!" I winced. 

"Sorry!" Sybill said as she crouched down. "I'm so sorry I left you, Eleanor, I shouldn't have, I really shouldn't have and I shouldn't have left you fighting with the cruel —" 

Arion and Daphne appeared next to me, Daphne had tear stains on her cheeks and Arion's face was red as if he was crying. 

"I'm so sorry, I really am, I'm so sorry!" Arion said as he hugged me, my shoulder aching. 

"Stop it, stop! Her shoulder is hurt!"  Daphne yelled, yanking Arion's hand away. By this time, I was pretty sure Sybill was crying. 

"Eleanor!" a new voice bellowed. 

I turned my head to see Lucy and Susan hurrying toward me. Lucy took out a bottle. It was a small bottle and it had something red in it. Lucy took out the small cork. 

I slowly opened my mouth and Lucy poured a drop into my mouth. It was a warm feeling and then it disappeared. When I got up, my shoulder and elbow didn't hurt anymore. 

This time, Sybill started, "I really am —"  

I smiled at her.  "It's okay." 

Peter scrambled up, brushing off all his dust, gasping for breath. 

"Peter!" Lucy yelled as she rushed to hug her brother. Peter hugged Lucy back as Susan looked around. 

"Where's Edmund?" 

I remembered about Edmund. Peter looked sideways. I could hear Susan muttering something and they all hurried up the little hill. 

"Are you — why didn't you leave when I told you to?" I snapped at Daphne. 

Daphne snickered. "Well, you aren't the queen," she said mischievously. 

Sybill gave out a groan and Arion shook his head saying, "Next time, listen to Eleanor, she knows what's good for you!" 

Daphne broke into a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're safe." She was looking at Sybill and Arion a smile on her face. "She's dead, the filthy hag, can you believe it?" 

Sybill didn't even admonish her for calling the White Witch a filthy hag. She smiled and said, "She was one wasn't she?" 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

I was neatly dressed and in Cair Paravel. I was wearing a nice floral dress that dropped to the floor. Usually, I'd be disgusted by dresses that came to the floor, but Sybill managed to convince me. 

Trumpets blew, and the four Pevensies, neatly dressed, walked down the aisle. With the girls on one side, and the boys on another, and Aslan in the middle. They came to a stop, staring at the four thrones, smiles on their faces. 

Slowly, they walked up the small stairs and turned. 

"To the glistening eastern sea, I give you, Queen Lucy the valiant," Aslan said in his deep voice. Mr. and Mrs.Beaver came up the stairs holding two pillows with crowns on them, and Mr.Tumnus following them. 

Mr.Tumnus took the silver crown as Lucy crouched down and placed it on her head. Lucy stood up smiling.

"To the great western wood, I give you King Edmund the just," Aslan said as Mr.Tumnus placed a silver crown on his head.

 I gave Daphne a nudge and I could see her blush deeply. 

"To the radiant southern sun, I give you Queen Susan the Gentle," Aslan continued as Mr.Tumnus placed a yellow crown on Susan's head. 

"And to the clear northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent," Aslan finished as Mr.Tumnus placed a huge golden crown on Peter's head. 

Now this time, Daphne nudged me, but I didn't blush or anything. "Peter's just a friend," I mouthed to her. 

They all got up and sat on their - magnificent, if I may add - thrones. 

"Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen," Aslan said, facing them. 

I could feel Sybill and Arion smile at each other, and even I grinned. Daphne was still blushing a little. 

Aslan faced us again. And everyone said, "All hail King Peter! All hail Queen Susan! All hail King Edmund! All hail Queen Lucy!" 

Everyone cheered. 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

"Eleanor!" 

I was facing the sea, watching the waves hit the shore as someone called my name. I turned to see Peter scurrying forward, a huge grin on his face. 

"Well well, your majesty," I said, curtsying. 

"Oh no," Peter said shaking his head. "What were you looking at anyway?" 

We both turn to face the sea again. "Just the sea." 

"What's so fascinating about the sea?" 

"That's where I belong." 

"Really?" 

"I — I —" 

"Water. I know." Peter gave me a small smile. 

"Congrats on passing the Eleanor Evans test," I said jokingly. 

It felt good just standing there looking at the sea, all my worries over. Once and for all.