Peter glanced around, jaw set and blue eyes scanning the horizon. His sword, Rhindon, glinted faintly even under the gray sky. This can’t be right, he murmured We should have reached Cair Paravel by now.

It was right there, Lucy said softly, clutching her coat tighter. The sea’s just beyond the trees — it has to be. Her voice trembled, but there was still that spark of hope that had never left her, even after all the years back in England.

Edmund crouched, brushing aside a patch of brittle grass. No one’s been through here in ages he said grimly. No tracks. No paths. Just… silence. He straightened, glancing around warily. Feels like Narnia’s forgotten us.

Susan crossed her arms, looking pale and uneasy. Or we’ve come too late again. she said, her voice quiet, distant — as though afraid to disturb the stillness. You know how time moves here.