A NEW ERA
Thousands of years had passed since the dramatic events that reshaped the boundaries between the magical and non-magical worlds. London had evolved into a bustling metropolis, and the old house that had once concealed the wardrobe was long gone. In its place stood the grand King’s Cross Station, a symbol of progress and modernity. Yet beneath the surface, ancient magic lingered, waiting for the right moment to reawaken.
The Pevensie siblings—Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy—had long since departed from the world of Narnia, their reigns as monarchs now a cherished memory. However, their influence endured in ways they had never fully anticipated. In their ethereal forms, the Pevensies continued to observe the world they had once ruled. Their ghostly presences were barely perceptible, their conversations carried only by the faintest whispers of magic.
Peter, in his ghostly form, stood near the bustling activity of King’s Cross Station, his once bold and commanding presence now a gentle, shimmering light. “It’s remarkable how the world has changed,” he said, his voice a soft echo. “This station stands where our old house once did. The magic we left behind has woven itself into this new world.”
Susan’s form shimmered in hues of blue and silver. “Indeed, Peter. The modern world is so different from Narnia, yet the magic persists. This platform, 9¾, is a testament to the enduring connection between the magical and non-magical realms.”
Edmund, with his ghostly form radiating a faint glow of warmth, observed the scene with a thoughtful expression. “The old enchantments have adapted beautifully. It’s a reminder that magic, much like history, is ever-evolving. I never imagined that our actions would influence the world in such a profound way.”
Lucy, her presence a gentle luminescence, floated beside her siblings, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and wonder. “It’s heartening to see how the magic we knew has been preserved and transformed. Look at how the students navigate through the barrier, finding their way to Hogwarts.”
Their attention was drawn to a young witch approaching the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. With a deep breath and a look of determined excitement, she walked towards the wall, and in a flash, disappeared through it. Moments later, she emerged onto the vibrant Platform 9¾, greeted by the Hogwarts Express and the bustling scene of students preparing for their journey.
Susan smiled softly. “She’s found the way, just as we hoped. The platform continues to serve its purpose, bridging the worlds with ease.”
Peter nodded, his form flickering with pride. “It’s remarkable to see how our legacy has persisted. The platform is a living symbol of the connection between the magical and non-magical worlds.”
Edmund glanced around, a contemplative look on his face. “It’s fascinating to witness how the magic has evolved. The old wards and enchantments that we once cast have become a part of this new world, preserving the link between our realms and theirs.”
Lucy’s presence radiated warmth as she observed the students boarding the train. “It’s a beautiful sight. The magic of Narnia and the modern world coexist in harmony. Our work here is done, but the magic continues to thrive.”
The siblings lingered at King’s Cross Station, their ghostly forms blending with the ambient magic. They watched with a deep sense of fulfillment as the magical and non-magical worlds intersected in this vibrant hub of activity. The enduring influence of their legacy was a testament to the power of magic and the timeless connection they had forged between realms.