Sierra's POV
I stood by the railing of the Dawn Treader, Caspian's new ship. It had been a year since he'd become King, and now, there was peace in all of Narnia for the first time in 1,400 years. But.....There was still something wrong. I looked down at my left hand, where the ring Peter had given me shone in the fading daylight. I stared off into the distance, feeling tears start trickling down my cheeks. I felt a hand on mine, and looked over to see Cahira beside me, a small smile on her face.

"You miss him, don't you?" I nodded slowly, and she squeezed my hand gently.
"I know that feeling. I know things didn't go as far with me and Edmund as you and Peter, but I still know that feeling." I smiled slightly, looking back at the sunset.

"My father said that he'd come back soon. It just wouldn't be how we expect. In the many years I've been alive, he has never broken a single promise that he's made, and I know he won't break this one either." Cahira smiled.
"How many years have you been alive?" I laughed, stepping away from the railing.
"I lost track at about 3,700 ish. So.....Maybe somewhere around 5,100 years?" She stared at me, shocked, and her jaw dropped.

"O.....okay. So.....you're roughly about 5,100 years old, and you don't look older than 18." I laughed again, nodding.
"Basically. How old are you again?" She smiled slightly.
"I'm seventeen. I found out I'm just a few weeks younger than Edmund." I smiled slightly, staring off into the distance again. I remembered the butterflies that took over my stomach whenever Peter kissed me. The feeling of just pure joy that I felt when we were together and my hand was in his. I felt Cahira's hand on mine, and realized there were tears now pouring down my cheeks.

"I miss Edmund too, Sierra. I know it's not quite the Sam's, but I kind of understand." I turned, hugging her. I really hoped that my future brother-in-law would actually marry her. She was a good young woman, and the two of us were really close.

"Would you be able to help me pack my things? We're leaving in the morning, and I'm still not ready." She said, blushing, and I chuckled.
"Yeah, I can. Trust me, I'm the queen of late packing. I'll help you of you'll help me. I'm not ready either." We both laughed, going back to the castle hand in hand. The next morning, I sleepily got our things onboard, and we set sail for the Lone Islands. As I stared off into the distance, I smiled slightly. Things would get better soon. I just knew it.

           Peter's POV
                 I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was leaving today, and I had no idea where I was going or when I would be able to come back. I was guessing I couldn't come back until after the war finished. I took another shaky breath, and I slipped the two rings onto the chain around my neck that also had my tags on it. Mum and dad had already left, and apparently Susan, Edmund, and Lucy would be going to live with uncle Harold, aunt Alberta, and our cousin Eustace. Lucy came in, tears trickling down her cheeks.

      "Everyone's in the car." She said quietly, and I could tell she was trying not to start sobbing. I nodded, picking up my pack, and headed out with her. We drove to the station, and I saw where other young men about my age were gathered, waiting. I turned back to my brother and sisters, and took a deep breath.

      "Well.....I guess this is goodbye, at least for now." I said, and Susan hugged me first, wrapping her arms around my neck.

      "Come back to us, Peter. Please." I nodded, and she let go, allowing Lucy to come over. She squeezed me into the tightest hug ever, and I felt her shoulders shaking.

       "It'll be okay, Lucy. Be strong, alright? I know you can do that." She nodded tearfully, and moved back. Edmund came closer, and he took a shaky breath.
       "Take care of the girls for me, Ed. I did it when dad left, and now it's your turn." He nodded, gripping my hand. I let go, wrapping him in a hug. Then, I heard the whistle, and we let go. I picked up my stuff, and with one last wave to my younger siblings, I headed for the train. I boarded, managing to get a window seat. The train pulled out, and I saw the three of them waving. For a moment, I thought I saw Sierra, her hair pulled into a ponytail, her armor strapped on, and her sword in one hand. Then, I blinked, and she was gone. I sighed, gripping the two rings in one hand.

      "I'll make it, Sierra. I promise. I'll see you again."