Trials of the Moon (book 3) Peter Pevensie Romance

1949 Tragedy

"Guess who invited all of us to come join them for dinner?" I heard Peter say as he came home one afternoon.

We had just moved into a cozy little apartment that was not too far from my college so I could work on my studies better from home.

I looked up at him from my desk and grinned. "Ooh, lemme guess. Another client?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and I laughed.

"Kidding, you silly little dork. Professor Kirk of course." I threw a wadded up a piece of paper at him which he caught effortlessly. "Common logic you know."

He came over to me and hoisted me out of my chair, surprising me.

"Peter!" I squealed, trying to remain composed, but I knew it was useless.

He laid me down on the bed and smirked at me. "Who's the dork now, eh?"

I chewed on my lip for a moment. "Perhaps," I replied before grabbing his collar and pulling him down for a kiss.

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The moment had finally happened. All visitors of Narnia have arrived and the friends of Narnia were standing in the little dining room with the Professor. Ms. Plummer, Eustace and Jill, and the Pevensies!

"Wow! You're famous pound cake, Mrs. Plummer? That awesome!"

"Just a little treat for you youngsters," the old, sweet, Polly Plummer replied.

"Congrats on the previous wedding you two," Professor Kirk smiled, winking at me and Peter.

"Yes, I was glad you guys dropped by for a while." I nodded.

Lucy, Jill, and I helped Mrs. Plummer whip up some tasty dishes while the men hung out in the other room.

"Gosh, I remember doing this in Cair Paravel," Lucy reminisced.

I laughed, "boy that was fun."

"Did you guys actually hold balls with all the Narnians and Archenland?" Jill questioned, excitedly.

"You bet," Lucy grinned.

"So I heard that you and Mrs. Plummer were at the creation," I heard Peter and the others say as I came out with more dishes for the tables.

"That lamppost in the Lantern waste actually came from here and by the witch?"

"Absolutely," the Professor confirmed as Jill and Lucy set the table.

"Dinner's ready boys." Ms. Plummer called.

The men took their seats while Lucy and I finished up the last of the preparations before we joined them.

It was a lovely meal, everyone enjoyed themselves. Stories after stories about our adventures in Narnia were told and laughter rang around the table. I dare say, the Pevensies and I had the more funniest stories to tell about the Golden Age.

A shadowy, ghost-like figure who looked to be of Narnian royalty, suddenly appeared before us. The room erupted in gasps and a little screech from Jill and Lucy. I, however, stood up instantly and addressed it. "You! Phantom or spirit whatever you are, don't you dare harm Their Royal Highnesses! I'm the great Guardian!"

I raised my hand to shoot an imaginary orb but Edmund and Peter stopped me.

"Wait, Layla. It looks like it needs help," Peter said, calmly. I saw that the figure seemed to be tied to something stiff.

Sighing, I sat back down while Peter turned to talk to it.

"I charge you in the name of Aslan, speak to us, I am high King Peter."

The figure rolled its head back as if trying to call to us but we heard nothing. As quickly as it had appeared it vanished. Peter turned to us and we all shared questionable looks.

"It's gone!" Lucy exclaimed.

"What do we do? It seems like Narnia is in danger again." Jill spoke up.

An intense discussion followed to decide what to do and how to get to Narnia. Only Eustace and Jill could go since they were the youngest. Peter and Edmund would go fetch the rings that Professor Kirk and Mrs. Plummer had used on their first visit to Narnia and meet us all at the train station while I waited for them there.

The plan was put into place and I headed home to the train station. Soon Peter and Edmund joined me.

"Got the rings?" I asked. They nodded.

"Gosh," I sighed. "I hope Narnia is ok."

"We all do, Layla," Edmund pointed out.

A couple minutes passed before I heard the train. Something was wrong though, there was the screeching of metal grinding on metal, the blaring of the train whistle and the wheel breaking from its tracks.

"Get down!" I demanded, pulling the boys to the wooden platform.

Everything happened so fast. Something hard struck me and someone turned off the lights.

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Susan's POV

I rushed to the train station. Officers and medics were already there. I had received a call about the recent accident. Mum and dad had said they'd be taking the noon train back.

"What are the casualties," someone asked as I ran up to the scene.

"Ten," someone replied.

"Sir, please, my parents were on that train," I called to one of the medics.

"You're miss Pevensie?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." I saw the him pull out a clipboard.

"Ah, yes, we have the records of those involved. I'm sorry, miss, but it looks like they were one of the few people who died in the wreckage." He informed me.

I gasped.

"Let's see," he continued, reading off his list, "Hellen Pevensie, Christopher Pevensie (A/N: according to the Narnia wiki), Peter Pevensie, Lucy Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Layla Pevensie, Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer, Jill Poll, and Eustace Scrubb. Again, I'm very sorry, miss." He turned back to his work and I walked away saddened.

A couple days later, I sat among some tombstones with each of my family's inscription on them. I missed them terribly now. Especially Layla. I had gained a sister only to lose her the following year. I could still remember what Layla had said the day they went to that meeting.

"Please, Susan, join us. It'd be like old times. Don't you remember us ruling Narnia together?"

But those were just fun little games we played as children. I never understood why they still treated it like it had all happened, and that silly necklace my brother and sister-in-law had. They treated like it was important, well all of them that is.

I stood up. I had other things to deal with now instead of mopping around.