Chapter 12 - The White Stag

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Y/N's POV

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Lucy and I laughed as we rode through the forest with Peter, Susan and Edmund. We were searching for the White Stag.
"You alright, Philip?" I heard Edmund say from somewhere behind me.
"I'm not as young as I once was." replied Philip.

"Is everything alright, love?" I asked.
Yes, in the fifteen years we spent in Narnia, Edmund and I had fallen in love and gotten married.
"Come on, Ed." Susan said, as the rest came back for Edmund.
"Just catching my breath." lied Edmund.
"Well, that's all we'll catch at this rate!" remarked Susan.
"What did he say again, Y/N?" Lucy asked.
"You girls wait in the castle. I'll get the stag myself." I did my best impression of my husband.
The three of us started laughing wildly.
"What's this?" said Peter, getting off his horse.
The rest of us got down as well.
"It seems familiar." I said.
"As if from a dream." said Susan.
"Or a dream of a dream." Lucy finished.
She thought for for a while and then said, "Spare Oom."
We all looked at her. She looked at me and then ran of into some bushes.
"Lucy!" called Peter.
"Not again!" muttered Susan, to which I giggled.
We followed Lucy into a space of crowded trees. I had to pull up my dress, to avoid tripping.
"Lu?"
"Come on." she tugged on Peter's sleeve.
I was at the back of the group, slowing down somehow. My body relaxed and my eyes began to close. Suddenly I hit the ground, but I didn't feel anything.

I opened my eyes. But as soon as I did, my eyebrows knitted.

Where am I?

Then it all came flooding back. I sat up straight and looked around me.

I was back in my room, under my blanket, just as I thought I would've been, that morning when I woke up in Narnia.

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