I gazed, astonished at the trees.

"Lucy!" Peter exclaimed. I winced as one of the trees was killed by boulders, but his brethren avenged him by growing their roots to the other side of the battlefield and destroying the catapults.

"For Aslan!" Peter yelled.

"For Aslan!" I echoed. We drove the Telmarine army away, forcing them back to a river, the same one they were building a bridge on before. I skidded to a haunt and froze as I saw Lucy, by herself in the middle of the bridge, unsheath her dagger. My jaw dropped as I saw the magnificent golden creature I loved so much, step out next to her.

"CHARGE!" A Telmarine yelled. The Telmarines started charging onto the bridge, but Aslan let out a loud roar, forcing them to slow to a halt. I cocked my head as the water level started dropping. Then, A great wave began hurtling down the river, sending the Telmarines into a frenzy.

"What is that?!"

"The river!"

"RETREAT!"

I gasped as the wave flipped upward, forming the outline of a man. He smashed his fists down onto the bridge, destroying it without a second thought.

He came crashing back down and the river started to flow at a regular rate once again.

While our troops collected the Telmarines weapons and armor, Susan, Peter, Edmund, Caspian, and I, waded through the water to the other side of the river. We all bowed down in front of Aslan.

"Rise, rulers of Narnia," Aslan spoke, his voice filled with a wisdom none of us would ever understand. We all stood up except for Caspian.

"All of you," Aslan said. Caspian looked up, surprised.

"I do not think I am ready," He admitted.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied. Caspian slowly rose to his feet. I smiled at him. Before I could say anything, I heard a sad song played on bagpipes. I turned around and saw two mice carrying Reepicheep on a stretcher and Four others followed behind, one playing a miniature bagpipe. We parted to let them through. The mice gently lowered Reepicheep down. Lucy rushed over, pulling out her healing cordial. She carefully poured a drop into Reep's mouth. He gasped, sitting up slowly.

"Thank you, your majesty," he breathed. He gasped when he saw Aslan.

"Hail, Aslan! It is a great honor to be in..." he stumbled forward. He turned around and gasped, seeing that he had lost his tail.

"I am completely out of countenance," Reepicheep said, holding his rear end.

"I must crave your indulgence for appearing in this unseemly fashion."

He turned to Lucy, gesturing to her cordial.

"Uh...Perhaps a drop more?" he asked, hopeful. Lucy shook her head.

"I don't think it does that."

"You could have a go, Reepicheep suggested. Aslan chuckled.

"It becomes you well, small one."

"All the same, great king, I regret that I must withdraw, for a tail is the honor and glory of a mouse." Reepicheep declared, holding out his sword.

"Perhaps you think too much of your honor, friend," Aslan spoke.

"Well, it's not just the honor. It's also great for balance. And climbing. And grabbing things." Reep explained.

"May it please your high majesty, we will not bear the shame of wearing an honor denied to our chief," Another mouse said, holding his tail up to his sword. The other followed him. I smiled at Caspian. The mice were amusing. Aslan chuckled again.

"Not for the sake of your dignity, but for the love of your people."

My jaw gaped as I saw Reepicheep's tail grow back.

"Thank you, my liege, I will treasure it always," Reep stammered.

"From this day forward it will serve as a great reminder of my huge humility."

I laughed, exchanging looks with Lucy. Aslan turned to her.

"Now, where is this dear little friend you've told me so much about?"

I looked over at Trumpkin who glanced nervously at us. He slowly walked forward and kneeled in front of Aslan. Aslan roared in his face, making Trumpkin flinch.

"Do you see him now?" Lucy asked smugly. Trumpkin grinned nervously at Aslan.

Later that day, Caspian was crowned King, and we rode through the streets in a parade.

For once, I didn't mind being dolled up and wearing a dress. Seeing the Telmarine people accept Caspian as their ruler put a smile on my face and made me forget all about the annoying extra fabric that always caused me to trip. We made our way to the palace, where the celebrations continued into the night. There was lots of laughing and dancing as I made my way through the ball room, I laughed when I saw Lucy trying to show Trumpkin how to dance.

"Logan!"

I turned around and saw Caspian, looking amazing with his new crown.

"You...you look... amazing," he stammered, looking me up and down. I pretended to glare at him.

"I'm letting that slide. And... I could say the same for you." I murmured shyly. He held out his hand to me.

"Want to dance?"

I laughed.

"I would love to, but I don't know how."

"I could teach you," he offered. I took his hand.

"You can try, but just know that Peter failed miserably when he tried," I said. Caspian pulled me closer, making me blush.

"I'm not Peter," he whispered in my ear. And he did teach me how to dance, and we twirled all around the room, not caring about anything else in the world. Again, he tucked my hair behind my ear.

"You know what? You're dancing better than anyone I've seen."

"Wait, what?" I demanded. It was the next morning and on top of having to wear another dress with even more fabric, Aslan had broken some of the worst news to me, Susan, and Peter..

"You have learned all you could from this world," Aslan said. I felt my eyes well up with tears.

"Your Majesty?" Aslan asked. I looked up and saw Caspian. I looked down at my feet.

"We are ready," Caspian replied, staring at me.

"Everyone had assembled."

Caspian slowly backed away and I continued to walk with Susan, Peter, and Aslan, savoring my last moments in Narnia.

"Narnia belongs to the Narnians, just as it does to man," Caspian said. We were all gathered with Telmarines near a large tree.

"Any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to, but for any of you who wish, Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers." Caspian finished.

"It's been generations since we left Telmar," A Telmarine citizen reminded us.

"We're not referring to Telmar," Aslan spoke.

"Your ancestors were seafaring brigands, pirates run aground on an island. There they found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world. The same world as our rulers," Aslan said, gesturing to me and the Pevensies. I exchanged looks with Peter.

"It is to that island I can return you. It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start." Aslan told the Telmarines.

"I'll go."

I looked up to see a familiar Telmarine, the one who had spared Caspian's life in the pit.

"I will accept the offer."

"So will we."

Miraz's wife, the one who had shot me, stepped forward with her baby and an older gentleman. I winced, thinking of her arrow, penetrating my skin.

"Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good. "

Aslan breathed upon them. He then looked at the tree. It unfolded with a crack, and showed a gaping hole, big enough for a person to step through. The crowd started shouting in surprise. The three Telmarines walked forward and into it. They disappeared.

"How do we know he is not leading us to our deaths?" A crowd member demanded.

"Sire, if my example may be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay," Reepicheep said, bowing. I gave Peter and Susan a sad look. It was time.

"We'll go," Peter said, stepping forward.

"We will?" Edmund asked, surprised.

"Come one, out time's up."

Peter looked at me and Susan.

"After all..."

Peter turned to Caspian and handed him his sword.

"We're not really needed here anymore."

Caspian took the sword.

"I will look after it until you return," he vowed.

"I'm afraid that's just it," I murmured.

"We're not coming back."

Caspian stared at me, realizing what I had just said.

"We're not?" Lucy demanded.

"You two are," Peter answered, gesturing to Edmund and Lucy.

"At least, I think he means you two."

"But why?" Lucy asked Aslan, upset.

"Did they do something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite, dear one," Aslan replied.

"But all things have their time. Your brother and sisters have learned what they can from this world. Now it's time for them to live in their own."

"It's all right Lu," Susan said.

"It's not how I thought it would be... But it's alright. One day you'll see too."

"Come on," Peter said. I stood in place and watched the others say goodbye to the centaur leader, Trufflehunter, Trumpkin, and the professor, almost letting out a sob when I saw Lucy embrace Trumpkin. I turned to Caspian.

"I'm glad I came back," I murmured. Caspian tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I wish we had more time together."

I smiled sadly, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"It would never have worked anyway."

"Why not?" Caspian asked.

"Well, for one thing I am 1,300 years older than you," I teased. I stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and I didn't want him to stop. But eventually, I pulled away, sniffling. I unclasped my necklace, which was glowing a magnificent gold by now. I clasped it around his neck.

"Remember me," I whispered. Then I turned away, walking towards the others.

"Oh, fuck it!" I exclaimed, turning back and pulling Caspian into a kiss, a proper one this time. He kissed me back, both of us not caring about the surprised crowd.

"I'm sure when I'm older I'll understand," I heard Lucy say.

"I'm older and I don't think I want to understand," Edmund replied. I pulled away from Caspian, laughing thinly.

"Goodbye, Caspian."

I walked back to the others, standing in between Peter and Susan. Susan squeezed my shoulder as I bowed to Aslan who nodded at me. I let myself look one last time at Caspian.

"Don't cry over me," I told him, seeing his eyes glistening with tears. Then I walked through the portal after Peter and Edmund. We emerged in the New England underground train station. I covered my face and started sobbing, feeling Susan's hand holding mine and Peter's arm around my shoulders.

"Aren't you coming, Phillis?" I heard a voice say. I tried to look up, but I was crying too hard to see anything.

"Who the hell is Phillis?" I questioned between sobs. Edmund and Lucy grabbed our bags as Susan and Peter helped me onto the train.

"What's wrong with your sister?" I heard the same voice ask.

"She...." Susan said, trailing off.

"She's had her heart broken," Peter answered.

"You don't think there's any way we can get back?" Edmund asked before I could say anything.

"I left my new torch in Narnia!"

Half crying, half laughing, I tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to remember the feel of Caspian's hand on my face.

"Goodbye Narnia. Goodbye Caspian."