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Well, where to begin. I was born Peter Pevensie, with two middle names, not one, on March the seventh at about 4 in the morning. My mother always said I was a remarkably solemn child, though my smile would light the room. Since then, World War II has invaded my family's life, causing our mother to send us off to the insofar unthreatened country side...long story short, we (my brother, Edmund, and my sisters Lucy and Susan) ended up in Narnia. Home. Since stumbling through the wardrobe in Professor Kirke's house, we've managed to become rulers of Narnia, with myself as the High King. Life, my friends, is good.
A year and a half later, however, the Kings and Queens of old have been seperated by cruel society, though thankfully still capable of staying together. Susan and Lucy reside on one side of town, while Edmund and I live thirty minutes away. By train. Walking takes a helluva lot longer. Life isn't the same. I don't go a day without thinking of home, what was, what could have been, Aslan, the mermaids, Narnians, Archenlanders...home.
We'll get back. He said we would come back.
It's only a matter of when.


Hey-o, small, insignificant mortals! Hahaha! 'Tis I, Sirius Black, come to sweep you off your feet! Well, alright, not really. I just wanted to be deviously cunning, that's all. Nothing wrong with that, right? Right. So, Remus and I have slight control over this journally thing as well, just so Peter doesn't steal all the thunder. Or rainbows.

If you had to trust anyone, and I don't trust just anyone, I'd trust Aslan...and I do.
No, He's not a tame lion, but He is Good.

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