𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for a while to keep her safe.
However, fate had a di...
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"Impossible," Susan murmured, her gaze fixed on the unfamiliar forest in utter disbelief.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it's just your imagination," Lucy teased, a playful smile gracing her lips.
"I don't suppose saying sorry would quite cover it," Peter's voice carried a hint of remorse as I approached a snow-laden tree, an inexplicable pull drawing me nearer. Tentatively, my hand extended, reaching out to touch the smooth surface.
The sensation of familiarity washed over me, inexplicably intertwining with the unknown. It felt as if this place held secrets whispered to me in dreams, a sense of belonging that defied logic and reason. Yet, standing amidst the snowy expanse, the trees, and the serene landscape, I couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that I'd been here before, that this place was etched somewhere in the recesses of my memory.
The sensation of touching the tree brought an unexpected sense of solace, a peculiar familiarity tingling through me. Lost in my contemplation, Edmund's sudden exclamation jolted me from my thoughts.
"Ow! Stop it!"
"You little liar," accused Peter, a note of accusation lacing his words.
"You didn't believe her either," Edmund retorted defensively, his voice carrying a hint of frustration amidst the surreal circumstances.
"Just apologize to Lucy, Ed," I intervened, trying to prevent another heated argument between the two. The boy remained silent, staring at me for a moment. It was the first time I had spoken to him in two days.
"Say you're sorry," Peter urged, stepping closer to his brother.
"Alright! I'm sorry," the boy's apology lacked genuine remorse, evident in his tone.
"That's alright. Some children just don't know when to stop pretending," Lucy quipped, mocking her brother's words.
Edmund, seemingly insistent, redirected his attention to Peter. "Well, can you at least apologize to Cora for not believing in her either?"
"I think you should be the one to say that to her," Peter redirected the conversation, shooting his brother a pointed look before turning to address me.
"Anyway, Cora, I'm sorry for doubting you. You were right; we should've believed in Lucy in the first place," Peter apologized, smiling shyly at me.
I chuckled softly and shook my head. "It's alright, Pete."
"Alright, maybe we should head back," Susan interjected.
"But shouldn't we at least take a look around?" Edmund's suggestion raised suspicion, earning a narrowed glance from me.
Lucy then proposed that we meet Mr. Tumnus when Peter allowed her to decide whether we should stay or leave.
Peter ventured back into the wardrobe to fetch coats for all of us.
