Chapter Seven

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Peter's POV
All four of us were waiting for the coronation to begin, when Aslan came around the corner. None of us had seen him of Sierra so far that day, but we'd see her in here. He led us in, and we headed to the front of the room, sanctions in front of our respective thrones. Aslan turned to the crowd, and Sierra, Mr. Tumnus, and the beavers came up. Sierra was in a lavender colored satin gown, and Mr. Tumnus had a green velvet scarf. The beavers carried cushions with four crowns in them. Then, Aslan spoke.

"To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy, The Valient." Tumnus handed Sierra a silver crown that looked like it had leaves on it, and she placed it on Lucy's head.
"To the great Western Woods, King Edmund, the Just." His was also silver, and Sierra and Tumnus did the same thing.
"To the radiant Southern Sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle." Same thing, only hers was gold leaves.
"And, to the clear Northern Sky, King Peter, the Magnificent." Sierra did the same thing, and I saw a hint of a smile on her face. She backed away, and nodded, signifying we could sit. Then, Aslan turned to us.

"Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. Bear them well, and may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens." He turned back, and nodded. Everyone cheered.
"Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy!" After that, there was even more cheering, and Aslan waited for silence.
"As tradition goes, Sierra? Would you do the honor?" She nodded, and stepped forward, and spoke.
"Some of you may remember the day the winter came. That was the day that I made the vow that I would not sing the Ballad again until the coronation that fulfilled the prophecy. Well, I've waited one hundred years, and I've added some to it. Mr. Tumnus? Would you play?" He nodded, and started the tune on his pipes. They weren't the same pipes, though, as the witch has destroyed his old ones. These were new, and they had a beautiful melody. She closed her eyes, and sang the song with the most beautiful voice I'd ever heard.

"Come now everyone, and you shall hear this story.
Tis one that you all should know, but I'll tell it again.
On that beautiful day, our land, it was born.
And on that day, our land was born, then its ill began.
Such a simple deed it was, but that bell 'twas rung.
And on that day, it was done, Jadis was woken.
No longer would her slumber last- The Lady of the Ice.
Queens and Kings, they've come, and Kings and Queens, they've gone,
There was peace for many years, until that fateful day.
Such a lovely day it was, on that summer's day.
Then the snow began to fall, and everyone was afraid.
Summer 'twas gone, and Christmas- they were chased away.
One hundred years of misery, we ne'vr saw the sun.
Then one day, they arrived, our future Kings and Queens.
The sacrifice made, the table cracked, and death itself did run.
The battle fought, the war was won, and peace through all the land.
And peace through all the land."

She finished, and I was awestruck. We applauded, and she blushed, stepping back down. The ball started, and I saw her head out to the balcony with Lucy. They came back in, and danced for awhile. After about an hour, Lucy went back out because Aslan had disappeared.

Sierra's POV
Lucy ran back out to the balcony, so I followed her. She saw my father walking along the beach, and she nearly cried.

"It's alright." I said. She turned to me.
"How? Why's he leaving?" I chuckled, and opened my mouth, but someone else spoke up.
"He comes and goes. You know, he's not a tame lion." She and I chuckled.
"No. But he is a good lion." She said. I gazed at the empty beach.
"Yes. He is a good lion." Mr. Tumnus pulled his handkerchief out of his scarf.
"Here. You need this more than I do." We laughed, and the two of them went back in and started dancing. I stood out there, gazing out at the horizon. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You're not dancing?" Peter stood there, and I smiled gently.
"No. I don't dance. People don't normally look twice at girls like me, since I'm pretty much immortal and I do a lot of fighting." He chuckled.
"Well, then. May I have the honour of a dance?" I took a deep breath, nodded, and he led me in. It was wonderful. I knew for sure now that I loved him, and I didn't think anything else could go wrong. Everything was right with the world.

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