HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"The willing are led by fate, the reluctant are dragged." - Cleanthes of Assos, Hymn to Zeus
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Andie walked alongside Lucy, who was clinging tightly to Peter's hand. Or maybe Peter was the one holding onto Lucy. Andie couldn't blame him for wanting to keep her close, especially after learning that there was a murderous witch on the hunt for them. She couldn't imagine having one younger sibling to look after in a world like this, let alone three.
Andie could tell that Peter was always quick to go along with whatever Lucy wanted, which was likely the reason they had all ended up in Narnia. It was the reason they were following a talking beaver and two strangers into an unknown forest.
Although he was trying to be a caring older brother, she suspected that he must be afraid, even just a little.
She didn't know much about them or the world they came from, but she observed little details about them as they walked in silence. The way Peter glanced back every few minutes to make sure Susan and Edmund were still behind him. The way Susan tried to be the reasonable one, but there was a glint in her eyes that suggested she was curious, if not a little excited, to be exploring this strange new world. The way Edmund walked behind his siblings, but never too far away, looking around nervously as if he was about to get caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.
Whatever their world was like, it must not have been anything like Narnia.
"Do you think Mr Tumnus will be alright?" Lucy's voice broke the silence, soft and apprehensive, so that only Andie and Peter had heard it. Her lower lip quivered, though she fought to keep a brave face on. Andie couldn't imagine how she must have felt, knowing her friend was in danger and had risked his life to save her.
Andie looked down at Lucy, her innocent eyes looking up at her as if she expected her to have all of the answers. She supposed maybe she was supposed to. She had been sent to protect them, after all.
War was coming, whether they were prepared for it or not. The longer Andie looked at Lucy, the further her heart shattered at the sight of the child walking beside her. She was too young. She was much too young. Andie stole a glance at the other three Pevensies.
They were all too young.
They were just children. No child should be expected to fight in a war. No child should have that burden thrust upon them.
Peter was now looking at Andie expectantly, as if he couldn't come up with the correct response. She didn't blame him. He was in a strange country; he couldn't have possibly known what was going to happen to any of them, let alone a faun he had never met.
"Mr Tumnus is one of the strongest fauns that I've ever met," Andie said to Lucy, giving her a reassuring smile. He's also one of the only fauns I've ever met, she thought to herself. "If anyone can make it, it's him."
