This is the companion to my first book, A Traitor's Tale
This follows the tale of the other four Pevensie children. This will include stories of young Genevieve from the golden age, her life with the twins and Caspian in between PC and VOTDT, and y...
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After a long sleepless night followed by a nice morning nap, Edmund and Jacqueline joined their family and the rest of the Narnians and Telmarines out in the courtyard where Aslan had assembled them.
The war had been over for a day or so and Caspian had just been crowned king.
The new king began by addressing the gathered crowd. "Narnia belongs to the Narnians, just as it does to man. Any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to. But for any of you who wish, Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers."
"It's been generations since we left Telmar," Someone in the crowd said.
"We're not referring to Telmar," Aslan informed them. "Your ancestors were seafaring brigands. Pirates run aground on an island. They found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world. The same world as four of our kings and queens. It is to that island I can return you. It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start."
There was a brief silence before one man volunteered. "I will go," said General Glozelle, the head of Miraz's army. "I will accept the offer." Caspian nodded his head toward the man in gratitude.
"So will we," a woman from the crowd said. It was Miraz's wife, Prunaprisima holding her newborn son. She stepped forward with her father at her side. Jacqueline smiled at the woman who just wanted to do what was best for her baby. She understood that feeling, she just wanted her children to grow up well.
"Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good," Aslan told the three. He breathed on them and suddenly the tree beside the royals began to twist and form a portal where the center of the tree opened up. The volunteers walked through and disappeared into thin air.
"Where'd they go?" Someone asked.
"They killed them!" Another accused.
"How do we know he's not leading us to our deaths?"
Reepicheep stepped forward. "Sire, if my example can be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay," he offered.
Aslan smiled at his offer but slightly shook his head. He turned to look at Peter and Susan who shared a look.
"We'll go," Peter said, taking a step forward.
Edmund and Jacqueline felt pits open up in their stomachs. "We will?" Edmund asked as he clutched his son closer to his chest.
Genevieve reached up between her parents and grabbed ahold of the fabric of their clothes.
"Come on. Our time is up," Peter continued, much to the dismay of his younger siblings and niece.
"But I've just gotten you back," Genevieve said softly, almost too quietly to hear. Only her parents did.
Peter didn't hear her and continued speaking, "After all, we're not really needed here anymore." He handed Caspian his sword.
