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.·:*¨༺ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 EIGHT ༻¨*:·. ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ 𝐵𝑦𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑘 ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ W ᴏʀᴅ C ᴏᴜɴᴛ ~ 2028
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Pᴇᴛᴇʀs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ
I stood on top of one of the cliffs that hung over the camp below. The wind whipping at my clothes as I studied everything, taking in the amazing sight. In the distance I could see what looked like a castle.
"That is Cair Paravel, the castle of the four thrones." I heard Aslan say from behind me.
"In one of which you will sit, Peter, as High King." Aslan explained as I looked down at him only to see him looking back.
I looked down with a frown.
"You doubt the prophecy?" He asked.
"No. That's just it. Aslan, I'm not what you all think I am."
"Peter Pevensie, formally of Finchley." He replied, surprising me at his response.
"Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat." He added on, making a smile make its way onto my face as Aslan chuckled.
"Peter, there is a deep magic, more powerful than any of us, that rules over all of Narnia. It defines right from wrong, and governs all our destinies. Yours, and mine."
"But I couldn't even protect my own family. Dawn even got hurt trying to save Lucy." I frowned, looking down in guilt.
"My daughter is a fighter, she'll always be there to help you as will I. You've brought your family here safely this far."
"Not all of them." I replied, looking of into the distance.
"Peter, I will do what I can to help your brother, but I need you to consider what I ask of you. I, too, want my family safe." Aslan said, looking down at the camp below.
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Dᴀᴡɴs ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ
After the Pevensies introduction with my father, I took them to go and get changed into some more comfortable - not wet - clothes.
