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

Chapter 14 - No Need To Say Goodbye.

Hazel's P.O.V.

The next day finally rolled around, and my mind was still reeling from everything I was told yesterday. Yesterday, I got all of my memories back about my life before I went to live with the professor. I found out that the Pevensies have to leave Narnia today, and Peter and Susan would never be coming back here. I also found out that Marcel and I have a choice on whether or not we stay or go. But there was only one thing that made me want to just go lock myself up in my bedroom and cry.

One of us had to stay here.

Marcel and I could be separated for who knows how long. One of us had to stay here to keep the magic balanced in Narnia. The other person had the choice of either staying here or leaving. There were only three options for me and I hated it. My first option was for Marcel and I to both stay here in Narnia, but then I would never see Peter again. My second option was that I stay here to keep the magic in balance and let Marcel get the choice of either staying with me or going back to live a normal life. My third option was Marcel staying here to keep the magic in balance and allowing me to have to choice.

All of the options frightened me.

"Narnia belongs to the Narnians, just as it belongs to man." Caspian's voice spoke as we all stood in front of the Narnians. Up in front of everyone was Caspian, Aslan, Reepicheep, Trumpkin, the badger, the head centaur, the Pevensies, Marcel, and I. My hand held onto Peter's tightly, and he knew that something was bugging me, but I couldn't tell him. The time for my brother and I to make a decision was getting closer and closer, and it shook me to my core.

"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." Caspian said and the people in front of us began murmuring amongst themselves.

"It has been generations since we left Telmar." A man from the front spoke up.

"We are not referring to Telmar. Your ancestors were seafaring brigands. Pirates run aground on an island. There they found a cave, a rare chasm, that brought them here from their world. The same world as 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." Aslan spoke to the large crowd. The people in front of us began to murmur amongst themselves.

"I will go." Someone spoke up. Everyone's chatter stopped and turned towards the person who spoke. I recognized him as the man who almost killed Caspian during the battle until I stopped him with the tree. He said, "I will accept the offer."

"So will we." I heard Miraz's wife speak up from the crowd. She held her son tightly in her arms, and there was an older man with them who I could only assume was her father. The people who spoke up stepped forward in front of us. They stopped at the steps and Aslan walked forward to them.

"Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good." Aslan said to them.

He breathed on them lightly and they all let out a deep breath. The cracking noise from behind me made me turn around. The tree from behind us began to untwist, and once it did, it was shaped like a small archway. Everyone began to gasp at the tree as the people who spoke up began to walk forward. Once they walked through the archway, everyone, including myself, was shocked to see that they had disappeared. The crowd began to gasp once again.

"How do we know that he is not leading us to our deaths?" A man yelled from the crowd, which made me a little angry. This was Aslan we were talking about. Did people really think that he would be trying to kill us?

"Sure, if my example can be of any service, I will take eleven mice through it with no delay." Reepicheep spoke up.

Aslan smiled at him warmly before turning towards us. He looked over at me and I felt my breath hitch. It was time for Marcel and I to make our decision. I looked up at Peter, which was already looking down at me. He gave my hand a light squeeze before stepping up.