Born For Better (A Peter Pevensie/ Narnia Fanfic)

Chapter 8- Wolf's-Bane and Reunion

Annabelle's POV

A female faun led Peter, Susan, Lucy, and me through the crowded camp, directing us towards two tents. Peter was directed to the smaller of the two while Susan, Lucy and I were taken to the slightly larger one. Peter nodded to us as he disappeared into his tent. I followed Susan and Lucy inside our tent.

Inside was decorated much like a grand bedroom, though instead of beds, three hammocks hung next to each other. A mirror stood to one side. There was a trunk next to it, the lid open, revealing all sorts of different dresses. Lucy immediately ran forward and pulled out a dress just her size. 

"Look Susan!" She exclaimed. Susan and I looked at each other, grinning widely. We leaped forward, all of us grabbing dresses, holding them up to ourselves and each other, trying to pick out one for each of us. We each changed through about half a dozen dresses.

I twirled around in a deep red floor length dress. It was snug around my waist, but the skirt widened out. The sleeves were long and fanned out at my elbows, the hem cut at an angle so one end hung just below my hands, but the other stopped at my wrists.

"You look amazing!" Lucy shrieked. I laughed. 

"Thank you." I said, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I halted. 

The hint of a smile remained on my face and my neat hair cascaded down my shoulders and back. I felt taller and older than I did before we entered Narnia. And my eyes weren't tired or scared. 

"Is something wrong?" Susan asked. I took a breath and straightened the skirt of my dress. 

"Yes... I just feel so... different." Susan smiled.

"You look different." She commented. "A good different. Back in...our world, you were sad. And even before we met Aslan, you seemed lost. I don't know what he showed you, but...it obviously pulled a weight off your shoulders." I moved away from the mirror, sitting down on one of the hammocks as Lucy continued to rifle through the trunk. Susan sat down across from her on her own hammock. 

"Aslan showed me my past. One I didn't remember. My time in Narnia before the white witch attacked. I saw my parents again and my mother was like me, just like Father Christmas said." I said. 

"I didn't realize you never knew your parents. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I guess I always held hope that they were still alive somewhere. But I'm happier knowing that they loved me right up until the very end." Susan smiled. 

"So that's where you're at now? Happy?" She asked hopefully. 

"Content is more accurate, I suppose." 

"Susan, can you help me?" Lucy asked, half a dress pulled over her head as she struggle to tie the back. Susan and I laughed, getting up to help her. Then we made our way down to the river to wash up

I stood in the river next to Susan and Lucy, staring out at the mountains in the distance. Susan and Lucy were laughing next to me, but I found myself focusing on my own thoughts.

My mother and father were in the back of my mind, laughing an dancing like they always seemed to do in each and every memory Aslan revealed to me. With them with me, my thoughts were no longer dark and muddled, but instead they were bright and clear.

Edmund remained the forefront of my mind. Now with a personal memory of what the white witch was capable, I didn't want Edmund to have to stay in her clutches any longer.

Suddenly I was splashed with cold water. I shrieked in surprise and turned to see Lucy with a guilty look on her face. I laughed and splashed her back, catching Susan in the line of fire as well. They both shrieked and laughed as we continued to splash in the water.