Born For Better (A Peter Pevensie/ Narnia Fanfic)

Chapter 7- A Godly Lion and Distant Memories

Annabelle' POV

We shed our coats, abandoning them on a nearby tree. I watched in awe as the forest sprang to life again. I pulled off my wet socks and sweater, abandoning them as well, noticing the others doing the same. We then continued our journey, letting the breeze dry our clothes. 

As we stepped out of the dens forest, my hair had dried and my skirt and shirt no longer stuck to my skin. I took a breath of fresh air, laughing as Lucy ran forward and rolled down the hill. When she reached the bottom, she sat up, strands of grass sticking out of her hair. 

"Lucy! Those grass stains aren't going to come out easily!" Susan scolded. Only for Peter to run forward and push her down. She let out a shout of surprise as she rolled down after Lucy. She came to a stop next to Lucy, who roared with laughter. 

"Peter!" She complained, but a smile played on her lips and it wasn't long before we were all laughing.

"Susan! You have something in your hair!" I shouted down to her. She plucked a large weed from behind her ear. 

"Peter, you are going to get it!" She fake scolded, marching back up the hill, Lucy following behind her. Peter hid behind me. 

"Protect me!" He cried. I laughed.

"Oh no Pete, you're on your own. " I said, stepping away from him. Susan tackled him to the ground. Lucy jumped on Susan joining in on the dog pile. I stood by and watched with the Beavers, laughing at their antics. 

"We should probably keep moving!" I called over their laughter. The three siblings sat up, red in the face and breathless from laughter. Peter stood up, helping both his sisters to their feet. 

"This isn't over." He said, giving a pointed look at Susan. 

We continued to walk through the green fields, a camp coming into view over the horizon. Lucy turned to see a Dryad form in the wind and wave. Lucy waved back before hurrying to catch up with us. I stopped and waited for her. She took my hand and we walked into the camp as the sound of a horn played. Centaurs, Bears, Fauns all stop what they were doing as we walked by. 

"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan asked, looking around. 

"Maybe they think you look funny." Lucy laughed. Next to me, Mrs. Beaver hurried to straighten out her fur. 

"Oi, stop your fussing. You look lovely." Mr. Beaver said to her. We came to a stop at the edge of camp, where a grand red and gold tent was set up at the base of a rock wall. A large centaur stood guard, watching us closely. I turned to see the other creatures had gathered behind us. Peter took a breath and pulled out his sword, holding it up towards the sky.

"We have come to see Aslan." He said, forcing his voice to stay steady as everyone listened. The tent flapped in the breeze and everyone behind us knelt down on my knee. The centaur standing guard bowed low. A golden lion stepped out of the tent. I suddenly saw the same lion laying on a stone table, shaved and tied down. I had seen it before. 

Aslan. 

I immediately fell to my knees, bowing my head. The others followed suit. 

"Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve." Aslan looked to me and smiled widely. "Welcome home, Annabelle, Seer of Narnia. Andwelcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?" Peter rose to his feet. 

"That's why we're here, sir. We need your help." He said. Susan stood up next to her brother, followed by Lucy. 

"We had a little trouble along the way." Susan continued.