"So let him get this straight, Beth began, "You and Peter are twins, but you aren't?" The two walked into the room of the stone table."Yes," Andrew nodded, "He was born 5 minutes before twelve and I ten minutes later."
"That's interesting," they both sat down at the stone table, "You know for twins, your names didn't even fit together."
"Why, should they?" Andrew asked, looking at the beautiful young woman sitting beside him, "Mom and Dad chose to call us that because Mom loved the name Peter. And they followed a rabbi who had two students who were brothers named Peter and Andrew. And as they did, my parents hoped that we would one day follow that same Rabbi." He looked toward the carving of Aslan.
"Did you?" she questioned.
"I did, but as for Peter, I didn't know. We've never been close as brothers. I suppose it was because we were complete opposites. He was a leader, I was a follower, though sometimes unwillingly." He sighed, "We didn't even share the same birthday."
Beth chuckled before grabbing his hand. The two stared at each other for a moment. Why don't you just tell her you liked her? Andrew thought to himself.
"You looked alike," she said. "I suppose, but from what I gathered from your brother, he's impulsive and you are not."
Andrew chuckled, "The rock, I don't get it."
"What?" Sarah asked, confused.
"His name means rock. Susan's means lily; Edmund is protector, Verity means truth, Ruth's is friend, and Lucy is light," Andrew explained.
"What about yours," Beth looked up at him.
"Manly," he replied unenthusiastically, "It isn't as good as the others."
"I think that's a fitting name," her gaze stayed on him.
"Beth," he began, "I liked you a lot, ever since I met you. Well, you were something different from the many girls I had loved except one." He thought of Belle; it hurt his heart to think of her.
"I thought the same too," she nodded, "You made me feel safe. I've never felt that way ever since my parents died."
Their lips were only inches apart before Andrew cupped her chin in his hand and pressed his lips against hers, meeting in a sweet gentle kiss. Beth placed her arms around his neck.
When they pulled away, she said, "So I'm not like all the other girls you've kissed."
"Hardly," he told her, before he leaned in and kissed her again.
"Andrew!" he heard the familiar voice of his sister, Verity. She was standing in the room, and the two lovers pulled away.
"How long were you here?" Andrew asked, embarrassed, as he stood up.
"Long enough, big brother," she smirked, "Ed and I have been waiting long enough." She said before she left.
Andrew turned to Beth, "Well, maybe this wasn't as private as I thought."
"She probably didn't hear it all," Beth grinned, "You'd better go; your siblings are waiting."
That afternoon, Edmund, Andrew, Glenstorm, the giant Rumblebuffin, and I went to deliver Peter's challenge.
As we entered the camp, I snuck off, so no soldiers saw me. I headed to the catapults and hid behind them. I got a good chance to examine them.
"Seems it was built very well," I muttered.
I took out a piece of paper and my dagger pen and began sketching it.
About 20 feet tall and 8 feet wide. I examined the wood, oak.

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