Mercy

XXI: Home

Evelyn's POV

It had been fifteen years since the Battle of Good and Evil. Leaving all of Narnia now in peace. No one dared or even thought of going against us. We were looked up to by all Narnians. Some even started to name their children after us.

Today, Tumnus had informed us of the White Stag. We had left Cair Paravel with Oreius and Tumnus to take care of. We promised to be back soon. We would simply catch the stag and return back to rule. We had merely been into the Whispering Woods for minutes now and already we are on the tail of this stag.

Peter led the hunt, all of us following gleefully. When we had noticed Edmund and Phillip were no longer following us we turned back to find them. "Come on, Ed." Susan smiled at our brother.

He and Phillip were simply, taking a breath. "Just catching our breath."

"Well, that's all we'll catch at this point." Susan informed.

"What did he say again, Susan?" Lucy teased.

"You girls wait in the castle, I'll get the stag myself." Susan mimicked in a deeper voice. Peter and I shared a smile at our siblings banters.

While we all laughed, I noticed something. I motioned for Peter to see, making Edmund look too. "What's this?" Peter and I got off of our horses to investigate. "It seems familiar." Peter commented.

We all stood around the thing trying to decipher what it could be.

"As if from a dream." Susan said softly.

"Or a dream of a dream." We all watched as Lucy began to piece things together before us. "Spare Oom." I widened my eyes, following Lucy as she began running off. Our sibling called after us, running to keep up.

The farther we ran, the deeper and thicker the tree branches became. Soon, coats were appearing. "That's not a branch." I mumbled as I moved it. We all began to push and shove, complaining as we all stepped on each other.

I gasped as I fell forward into an all too familiar room. "Spare Oom." I gasped, noticing my voice was higher. I looked up to see my siblings. We were all younger. Specifically the same age we were when we first went to Narnia. We stared around the familiar room in awe and confusion. 

The door opened and in walked Professor Kirke. "Oh. There you are. What were you all doing in the wardrobe?" He held a mischeifious glint in his eyes.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir." Peter sighed as we all shared glances.

"Try me." He challenged with a smirk as I caught the racket ball he threw to me. We had returned home? No, this couldn't be.

This place was not truly our home. It was simply a place holding us till we could return back to Narnia; our true home and kingdom. It was where we truly thrived and belonged. It was where we could be our true selves, free from the harsh world where wars were fought over silly things and peace was known as something only fictional characters could have. 

In Narnia, Peter wasn't just a teenager trying to be like his father and fight in wars. He could be High King Peter, The Magnificent. The one to lead Narnia in the battle of Good and Evil and win against Jadis. The king who would and did fight any enemy of his kingdom and family. The king who ruled with a blooded sword. One of five rulers bringing Narnia to it's Golden Age.

In Narnia, Susan wasn't just a pretty face who knew some random facts. She could be High Queen Susan, The Gentle. A strong queen who brought an idol for all girls in Narnia to aspire to be, showing they could be smart as well. A wise queen who finally started to believe in the impossible, letting her inner child roam in Narnia. The queen who ruled with an open mind. One of fiver rulers bringing Narnia to it's Golden Age.

In Narnia, Edmund wasn't some little boy who never listened to anyone. He could be King Edmund, The Just. A brilliant strategist who made all the battle plans which brought the victories their kingdom knew. The king who worked with those in the forest which he protected and loved with all his life in him. The king who ruled with an iron fist. One of five rulers bringing Narnia to it's Golden Age.

In Narnia, Lucy was no longer a silly child who had a vivid imagination that never quit. She became Queen Lucy, The Valiant. The diplomat of the Pevensie royal family who had made almost every law in Narnia. The youngest, yet bravest of her siblings, who saved every Narnian she laid eyes on. The queen who ruled with a golden heart. One of five rulers bringing Narnia to it's Golden Age.

In Narnia, I was no longer striving to drown myself in books and knowledge to reduce my thoughts of my family which I hardly saw or the war going on. It was where I could be High Queen Evelyn, The Merciful. The judge of Narnians who always knew exactly what truly happened and brought mercy upon all of the world of Narnia and beyond in that magical wardrobe. The queen who ruled with the soul of an angel. One of five rulers bringing Narnia to it's Golden Ages.

Those in this mortal world never will know our true story. They will never learn what challenges and enemies we faced. They will never see how silly their wars and battles are. They will never learn to share, be peaceful, or to love. They will continue to enjoy the pain and suffering they inflict on others for their own pleasure and profit. They have and will never give mercy.

And that is something this old, yet new world needed; mercy.