Jojo

Peter, for some reason, can't stand spring. He hates his allergies and the rain. He's naturally clumsy so obviously the rain doesn't help with that. At least, these were the reasons he tells the others. In all honesty, he just doesn't like that the people aren't coming to make their voices heard. There was too much rain to travel in the spring, so no one wants to make the trip. Peter just misses being able to help solve their narnian's troubles. He feels that it is his fault their voices aren't heard during spring. This is why he loves summer time. People from all over Narnia come to ask for help, and he feels needed. After all, he is only a kid who wants to be the best he can for his people, a kid who craves their praise. Weirdly enough, he also likes that the sea is finally a nice temperature for swimming. He will constantly drag his siblings outside to enjoy the waves, and sometimes he will even convince Lucy to build sand castles with him. She always agrees because she loves to see that childish glint in his eyes as they appraise their beautiful creation.

Susan, much to Lucy's dismay, loves autumn. She loves the beautiful colors that the leaves change to. She loves how outside is the perfect temperature to practice her archery skills. On her morning walks, she likes to hear the crunch of the leaves as she goes through the garden. She likes seeing the drastic transformation of everything in Narnia. She thinks that autumn means growth because, although everything looks as if it's dying, it is just preparing for a new time. In contrast, Susan just despises summer. She tells herself that she hates the heat and bugs of summer because they hinder her archery practice. However, deep down she knows this isn't the real reason. She use to love summer. She had more free time to spend with her mum and dad, and she spent every single second with them that she could. She loved that she could openly be herself with her parents, but she doesn't have them with her anymore. The summer reminds her of what she use to have, and to her that is the hardest burden to bear.

Edmund use to love winter because, before the war, he would make snowmen with his siblings and open presents with his family. However, after the White Witch, Edmund found himself despising the thought of snow and ice. He no longer made snowmen, he didn't want presents, he just wanted to be alone. The snow and ice reminded him of his mistakes. Therefore, he started to fall in love with spring. Maybe it was because spring signifies a new life, and he felt like a new person. Maybe it was because Lucy was always overjoyed when he showed her a new, colorful flower. Maybe it was because he loved to dance in the rain, especially with his crown on. No matter what it was, Edmund found peace in spring.

“It’s a tragedy the way our story goes;

“Someone will remember us

I say

Even in another time.”

“You carry guilt like Atlas

“The earth is littered with the ruins of empires

that believed they were eternal.”

Her children were already grown up when they came back to her. They no longer needed a mother. They had become adults while they were away. They weren’t the kids who use to bicker, they were hardened but she wasn’t quite sure why.

Peter was wiser. The way he listened to his siblings and others talk seemed like he was trying to formulate a response that would satisfy everyone. He no longer picked fights with just anyone. He no longer wished to go to war. He had matured in a way that was both regal and sad. Peter seemed lonely. Like he was missing something that no one could give him. Mrs. Pevensie tried to reach out, but she just didn’t know how to comfort her oldest son when he pushed all her affections away. He instead sought solace in his siblings because they were the only ones who understood, and his mother was glad that even though he appeared to be lonely, he wasn’t completely alone. But she grew worried because she didn’t know how such sadness could be seen in the smile of a kid. She didn’t understand the fear behind his eyes when he heard a misplaced sound. She didn’t understand the malice seen on his face when someone upset him. She just didn’t understand what had happened, what had made him this way.

Susan was softer. She wasn’t as harsh with her sibling or herself as she was before they left. She seemed to take on a role of leadership even when no one asked it of her. She carried herself in a higher manner, not like she was above others but as if she was watching over them, like a ruler protecting their subjects. However, the way she looked over her siblings was different. She seemed almost scared they would disappear, scared she would lose them. Susan would sometimes act irrationally. It contrasted Mrs. Pevensie’s old view of her daughter greatly. Her oldest daughter use to be methodical and calculated but on a rare occasion she would have an outburst. She would be easily angered by the way someone would talk to her or her family, but only for a second before her fury cooled and the calm, sweet face reappeared. And in these moments, Mrs. Pevensie grew scared because what could cause her once gentle daughter to harbor such chaos.

Edmund was kinder. He would go out of his way to help his siblings in anything they needed. He was always there giving a witty and sarcastic remark that could draw a smile out of anyone when they were having a hard time. It was a drastic transformation from the selfish, emotionless child she knew before they left. She was partly glad to see him this way, but it sometimes seemed like he was trying to compensate for his past. Like he was trying to outrun the person that his siblings had already forgiven him for being. Edmund would try to hide his pain behind a well placed comment or a quick smile, but Mrs. Pevensie could always see behind his mask. She knew of his night terrors and she wished that her words could comfort him but he didn’t want her comfort anymore. He would rather hold his screams in and suffer in silence. She almost wished he hadn’t changed because she never wanted him to suffer the pain she could tell he was in. He was a better person, but at what cost.

Lucy was stronger. She no longer cowered away from the mentions of war, but she had opinions on it which could rival soldiers and scholars. She was straightforward and sharp and didn’t care for others thoughts on how she should act or behave. Mrs. Pevensie was overjoyed to see her youngest daughter come out of her shell. To see her youngest be more independent, but sometimes she worried that it was too harsh of a change. She had grown up too fast. She no longer looked to her mother for guidance but instead had found her own path. She had carved her way but it appeared that the process hadn’t been a forgiving one. It had been one of blood and pain and loss. And now Lucy seemed desensitized. She didn’t hold that childish spark behind her eyes anymore, and if it was there then it was dimmed beyond recognition. It was like she was was always looking for something, like she was always hoping to escape the world she was in. Mrs. Pevensie didn’t know how to care for this new person that she saw. She didn’t know why her daughter had to grow up so fast.

“It’s hard to leave us in the past

But perfects just a lot to ask

We we’re meant to be,

just not made to last.”

-Ber and Charlie Oriain

“Am I supposed to be grateful

to have survived this?”

-Brenna Twohy

Lucy would be Persephone. The Goddess of Spring. The Goddess of the Underworld. They are both curious and adventurous which led them to new worlds. They find refuge in their dreams and aspirations. They are considerate and care deeply for both people and the wild. However, although they may look innocent and gentle, they can and will fight to protect the people they love. They know when to stand up for themselves and when to approach situations with caution. An atmosphere of love radiates off them and empowers others to believe in themselves.

Edmund would be Apollo. The God of Prophecy. The God of Music. They are both creative and insightful which has opened many opportunities for their future. They know their worth and their talents and they aren’t afraid to use those to their advantage. They value the future and believe in the importance of planning for it whether that be for battle or for just everyday life. However, they also understand that inspiration is unpredictable and they secretly love that little bit of uncertainty and freedom it gives them. A spirit of enthusiasm surrounds them and gives others a sense of confidence in their future and their abilities.

Susan would be Athena. The Goddess of Wisdom. The Goddess of War. They are powerful and resourceful which has allow them to be unbeatable battle strategists. They love to learn and the only thing they enjoy more than taking in new knowledge is being with the people they care about. They are deadly warriors, but they understand the value of life and when to take or spare it. They have led hard lives and have preserved through the many challenges life has given them. They have a quality of determination that enables others to pursue their life passion and ideas.

“I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

Then child, make another.”

“I’ve been try to go home my whole life—”

Chelsea Dingman

“The future of Narnia rests on your courage.”

-Aslan, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Peter had always been the most straightforward of the bunch. He utilized the gifts he was given and protected the people he cared for with them.

Susan was scared that war might change her, but she asked Aslan for courage. And when the time came, she didn’t hesitate it to defend her loved ones.

Edmund didn’t have a gift from Father Christmas, but that never deterred him. He was versatile and used anything and everything to fight for Narnia.

“I aim to be lionhearted,

but my hands still shake

and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.”

“Soldier, Poet, King” by The Oh Hellos

Peter was known as the warrior king. The ruler who led the Narnian army into a battle that would determine their world’s future. The leader who unwaveringly faced death alongside his troops. The boy who became a soldier for the defenseless at only 13.

Edmund was given the title of diplomat king. The ruler who would chose peace over violence until peace was no longer an option. The leader who was given forgiveness and has since proven every day why he is known as the Just. The boy who became a poet for the voiceless at only 10.

Peter reminds me of Mulan. He is the protector of his family. He will always put his sibling’s safety above his own. Peter is quick to learn and if he at first doesn’t grasp the concept then he will spend days perfecting it. He is creative and innovative when it comes to battle plans and he tries to take in all the possibilities and outcomes before making his decisions. But above all, Peter knows what it’s like to want to protect the people he loves and he will take on a little dishonor if it means he keeps them safe.

Susan is quite similar to Belle. She is the quick witted warrior of her family. She never fails to surprise others with her extensive knowledge of Narnia and they never expect this high queen to be deadly with words as well as weapons. Susan personifies the expression: doesn’t judge a book by its cover. She is kind and graceful and always tries to keep an open mind when going into a new situation. She would willingly give her life for that of her family and although she is not always sure about her actions, she is confident in who she is. She doesn’t let the past of others affect her future opinions of them.

Edmund is like Merida. He is the fierce firecracker of his family. He has always been blunt and sarcastic which makes him the perfect judge but sometimes harms royal’s opinions of him. He isn’t perfect and he knows this but he hates when others make assumptions about him solely based on his title or who he is supposed to be. Edmund wants to carve his own path in life and he will not let his past mistakes ruin anymore of his future. He cares deeply for his family and, even though they fight sometimes, he will always be there to protect and love them in the end.

“I don’t know if they’ll always call you a king

or if they’ll remember the gold of your eyes

but they’ll remember that you were never afraid

Lost my faith and trust

You and I both know gold don’t turn to rust

I still swear that we can reign

Like the kings and queens of better yesterdays

Don’t you know I’ve been burned, I’ve been burned, I’ve been burned

You’ve seen me lose control

It’s not worth, It’s not worth, It’s not worth

My soul