our world (sequel to "a world that only we know.") || peter pevensie

Chapter 13 - The Truth Is Out.

Hazel's P.O.V.

The rest of the wedding day was absolutely amazing. We all enjoyed each other's company until the sun came up. It was now the day after the wedding, and it made me a little upset. I never wanted last night to end. Marrying the love of my life with the people that I love was more than I could have ever wanted.

Marcel and I walked down the corridor together in silence. As promised, we were making our way to the library to talk to Aslan. We had decided to head down right after breakfast because Aslan made it seem like it was urgent. The two of us didn't say anything to each other because both of us felt nothing needed to be said. We could both feel how nervous we were. I don't know why we were so nervous. It was only Aslan we're talking to.

Once we reached the doors of the library, Marcel and I looked at each other for a moment before pushing the doors open. Our mouths opened in awe as we looked at the magnificent library. Different books covered all of the rows of shelves that lined the tall walls, and the large windows allowed the bright sun to shine into the room. We found Aslan looking out the window at the left side of the room. We walked over to him slowly and Aslan didn't have to turn around to know we were in there.

"What do you think?" He asked us without turning around.

"It's amazing." I immediately said as I continued to look around the room. I had never seen so many books in my whole life. I loved to read so I was definitely in heaven.

"Can't exactly say the same, but it's nice." Marcel said as he looked around. I elbowed him and Aslan laughed lightly. He finally turned around and looked at the two to us.

"I'm sure the two of you are wondering why I asked you here." He said to us with no question. The two of us nodded our heads slowly and Aslan started walking towards us. As he paced the library, the two of us began to walk on either side of him.

"The last time you two were here, I told you that you everything know everything about your lives. I'm sorry to inform you that I in fact never told you the entire truth." He said, which made me confused. What was he talking about?

"What do you mean?" Marcel asked him.

"I never told you the entire truth because there were some parts of it that you weren't ready to hear. Now that you both are older, it is time that you find out who you truly are."

Aslan walked ahead of us and turned around to face us. We stopped in front of him and my brother and I looked at each other confused. Part of me felt nervous, but eager at the same time.

"Close your eyes." Aslan said to us.

Marcel reached out to grab my hand. My hand clasped his in a tight grip. We both took a deep breath and closed our eyes. Aslan growled lightly, and it made shivers go down my spine.

That's when it hit me.

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It was a bright, sunny day out in the land of Narnia. The laughs of Marcel and I could be heard as we ran through the woods. We were around five years old, and didn't give a care in the world. My brown hair was in two braids down my back while Marcel's blond hair was blown back from the wind. The castle was still in sight from where we were playing, and our mother had sent Maugrim to keep an eye on us. He laid down on the ground as he watched us play.

"I'm tired." I whined as I sat down on the ground.

"If you're tired, go back inside." Marcel said as he looked down at me.

"But I want to play!" I said.

"Here." Marcel said as he held out his hand.

I reached up to grab his hand, but once our hands touched, I immediately felt something burn my skin. I yelped in pain and drew my hand away from his quickly. The two of us looked down at my hand and saw a small, red burn forming on my hand. Marcel looked down  at his hand before looking back at mine. My hand felt like it was on fire.