HoN Prince Caspian 1

I frowned as I waited for Susan Pevensie to pick out a magazine at the news rack. We had about twenty minutes before we had to board the train to get to school.

I let out a shudder. School. Ugh. The wretched place where I would be forced to live in a dorm with five other girls I’ve never met, with the exception of Susan. Worst of all, I’d be taken away from my boyfriend.

“Umm, excuse me,” a voice stuttered out.

Susan and I looked up to see an acne-prone boy with glasses staring back at Susan with nervousness. “You go to St. Augustine’s, right?”

“That’s right,” she said stiffly, sending a glance my way.

“I’ve seen you, sitting by yourself,” the boy continued, ignoring me as he kept his adoring eyes on Susan. “I go to Emerson, across the street.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I like to be alone,” Susan said a bit coldly. I bit my lower lip to keep from smirking.

“What’s your name?” he asked quite hopefully.

“Phyllis,” she finally said. I pretended to be interested in the magazine Susan had picked up earlier to hide my laughter.

“Susan! Emma!” a voice cried out. We turned sharply to see Lucy Pevensie running towards us. “Susan! Emma! You have to come quick!”

Without a backwards glance at the boy, we took off after Lucy who was leading to the underground rail road. We pushed our way through the crowd of students who were all chanting “fight! Fight!”

“What’s going on?” I asked aloud. But no one had to answer as I finally shoved my way to the front only to frown and gasp at the sight before me.

Peter Pevensie was being shoved against the wall by two other brutes. He managed to push one off and slugged the other before the first one tackled him to the ground.

“Peter!” I shouted out loud. Another body rushed past me. “Ed!” I tried to pull him back but to no avail. Edmund Pevensie jumped on the second guy , also tackling him to the floor. Peter had managed to get up and shoved his guy against the wall. He turned slightly, caught my eye and grimaced. Hm. I don’t believe he wanted me to witness this. Again.

Susan patted my arm comfortingly, as we were used to Peter’s brawls. Over the year, he’s gotten into two fights, which is typical for a teenage boy. However, Peter was not at the maturity level of a teenage boy.

No, in fact, none of us were. You see last year, we were within the age ranges of twenty-five to thirty. That’s because last year, we were in a world called Narnia. If that sounds a bit daft, then you obviously haven’t read the first story. I was thrown into Narnia by venturing into my closet. There, I met the Pevensies who had been there a year prior. Together, the five of us defeated the evil king from Archenland, King Novalis (to this day I can still hear his annoying cheerful voice saying “Charles”) who had tried to kill off Narnia so he could rule it. While fending against Novalis and his evil French minions, Peter and I bonded and ultimately fell in love. Through some mishaps and my slight death (which Peter revived me from because of our loving bond), we defeated Novalis and remained in Narnia for quite some time where Peter and I married and actually had a son. We were about to have another child, until we ventured upon a strange lamppost that incidentally brought us back to England.

Now, that we are back in Finchley, England at our respective ages we couldn’t be the same old kids. No. We wanted to be older. We were older.

And Peter couldn’t let that go.

“All right, break it up!” Two uniformed men came and grabbed Peter off of his attacker. “You, kid, get on the train.”

All the viewers scattered , pushing past me, Susan, and Lucy. I frowned at Peter and grabbed my suitcase. Followed by the others, I went to find a bench to sit on.

“You’re welcome,” Edmund muttered, sitting next to his brother..

“I had it sorted,” Peter replied, getting up from the bench.

“What was it this time?” Susan inquired, giving her older brother a disapproving look.

“He pushed me,” Peter said simply.

“He pushed you?” I echoed.

“Yes.”

“So you hit him?” Lucy asked.

“No. He pushed me, and then tried to make me apologize.”

“I see,” I nodded. “And so you refused to apologize, and then they shoved you again, making you fight back, leading to that lovely scene moments ago?”

Peter sighed. “They’re dumb kids who need to grow up.”

“Really, is it that hard just to walk away?” Susan muttered.

“I shouldn’t have to!” As we all stared at him in silence, he continued. “It’s been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?”

“I think it’s about time we accepted that we live here now,” Susan replied.

Peter huffed and sat back down next to me. I just stared at him, waiting for him to say something to me. He glanced at me, then looked away, then finally turned to me.

“Emma, please-” he frowned.

“I’m not saying anything,” I interrupted, looping my arm with his. “Except that’s a lovely little bruise,” I poked the side of his temple gently. As he jerked away slightly, I smirked a bit. “Oops. Sorry.”

“Oh no,” Susan said as she stared over our shoulders. “It’s that boy from the newsstands.” I laughed a bit as she turned to us and whispered, “pretend you’re talking to me.”

“We are talking to you,” Edmund said.

“Oh,” I looked down.

“What?” Peter asked in concern.

“I must’ve dropped my notebook in the tunnel. I’ll be right back,” I turned to leave.

“Want me to go with you?” Peter asked.

“I think I’ll be fine without an escort. Two seconds.”

I went back to the tunnel where Peter and Edmund had been fighting and sure enough, my notebook was just lying on the ground forgotten. I reached out to grab it when a late student ran past, accidentally knocking me over.

“Oh!” I gasped as I started stumbling. As the concrete rushed up to meet me, I shut my eyes to await the contact.

“Oof!” I cried out as my back hit the ground. “Oww,” I moaned as I rolled over. I opened my eyes and started to get up when I was met with a surprise.