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The beach was quiet, the only sound to be heard was the waves crashing upon the shore. I could smell the sea salt wafting through the air. It was comforting and lovely.

I looked to Susan and Lucy, and we grinned at each other cheekily before sprinting off towards the water. Peter and Edmund quickly trailing behind us. I threw off my blazer and shoes, finally free of my uniform. I smiled, remembering the many summers we spent in Narnia by the beach. I hit the cold water with a gasp, but soon the waves crashing against my ankles became a welcome feeling.

I laughed as I splashed water at Susan; she gasped loudly and splashed me back. I sent some water to her using my powers and she became soaking wet. She squealed and began to walk towards me.

I quickly turned on my heel and began to make a run for it. Well as much as you could run in water. I was shortly interrupted by bumping into a hard and tall chest. The person snaked the arms around my waist and began to fall backwards. I was suddenly undertaken by water. It was icy cold and chilling to the bone. The owner's hands that still had their arms around my waist pulled the both of us from the water and I greedily took in the oxygen into my lungs.

I turned to the offender and hit him on the arm. "Ow!" Edmund said. I smiled at him. "Where do you think we are?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. Wasn't it obvious? "I thought that was pretty obvious!" Peter said laughing. Edmund rolled his eyes "I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." I followed his gaze. It was true, in all my years here I did not remember seeing any ruins. "Come on, let's go explore!" I yelled, racing up the sand.

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The ruins were beautiful, it was very Narnian. "Who do you think lived here?" Lucy asked. I looked around, observing everything and it all seemed so familiar, but I couldn't work figure out how I knew it. It was only a matter of moments when something bright caught my eye. It lay on the lush, green grass, shining in the sunlight. I knelt down to see it. A wave of realization hit me.

It was given to me a long time ago. "It cannot be," My eyes began to well up. It was my engagement ring that Edmund proposed to me with. I had left it in Narnia and now it lay here, right before me. I picked it up an held it, the delicate gold vines circling the diamond. Once I was wrenched back to reality I jogged back to Susan and Lucy who were discussing something with each other.

But Susan was holding something made of gold, something I have seen before. "Hey, that's mine-" Edmund told, joining us. "from my chess set." It was a solid gold piece from a chess set Edmund always used to play with. I never was very good at chess. "Which chess set?" Peter questioned, accompanying the rest of us. "Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?" Edmund retorted and seized his little gold piece.

"It can't be." Lucy mumbled. Before taking my hand, and taking me up some stairs. "Don't you see?" "What?" Peter quizzed. I realized something, it was Cair Paravel. That was why all our stuff was here. The others quickly came to the same conclusion. We wondered around for a while. Before Edmund came across an obscure piece of stone.

He kneeled closely beside it and observed it carefully. "Catapults," he stated. "This didn't just happen, Cair Paravel was attacked." My head dropped to the ground at his solemn words.

There was a long pause after this, not like one of those awkward pauses. But a pause you have when you have that moment of silence when you're at a funeral, or when you have those few moments to remember those who fought in the war, to remember that you still love and care for them.

"I recognize this. Isn't our Treasure Room close by?" Lucy wondered. I followed Lucy's gazes while she continued to examine the ruin. "Let's take a look shall we?" Peter commented, leading us towards a familiar large stone wall, and removed the vines and branches that masked it. Peter leaned his weight onto the stone wall and with the help of Edmund; they both slide the wall away to reveal the door that was hidden behind it.

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