Author's note: This is it you guys: The end of the Goldenflower trilogy. I have spent more or less six years on this series, and it has been such a pleasure. The Narnia books and films are very dear to me; they have been since I was little, and to have finished a fanfiction based on them is surreal and bittersweet indeed. I have grown up during this course of six years as well. I wasn't done with middle school yet when I published 'Goldenflower' - now I'm twenty-one years old and a year and a half away from my bachelor degree at university. Updates have been more sporadic than I would have liked, but that's life I guess. Writing (when I've got time for it) is an outlet, a passion that I really hope I'll be able to work with one day.

Thank you so much to each and every one of you who have read, commented, followed, favorited and 'hearted' my stories and even me(!). Feedback means so much to me. This journey has been truly magical, and I cannot wait for the next one.

Narnia, Cornelia and the other characters will have a special place in my heart always. And I will not reject the possibility of returning to either the Narnia fandom or some fun part of the Pevensies' story I haven't told yet. But for now, it's time to move on the next adventure.

Thank you all again.

Sincerely, -C.

Goldenflower 3: The Last Return

Epilogue

The end of a journey means the start of another one ~ Book of Felicity

When Andrew Pevensie looked at his now sixteen-year-old sister, he could tell how much he had missed out on because of the war. First of all, the last time he saw her, she had been eleven years old with very wide, innocent little-girl eyes. When he looked at her blue orbs now, it was like he was looking into his own soul. The innocence in them were gone. He couldn't tell what it was, but she looked battle-worn and she looked older, wiser - like she had lived a long adult life already.

Yet, there was still this mesmerizing lightness about her. Among all the people at the family - and friends gathering they were currently at, Cornelia was the one he would notice right away. Holding her in his arms after five long years had almost taken his breath away. And that was when he had realized that he really was home.

Coming home had been strange and oddly difficult. Having spent five years fighting for his life, coming home with no imminent danger lurking around the corner made Andrew oddly restless and wary. And he didn't want to think about the nightmares he had. He had seen the worried and anguished looks on his parents' faces when they had rushed into his room at night after one of his nightmares. He didn't dare guess what it must sound like to them. But he found it difficult to talk about with them, because they didn't understand. They hadn't been at war.

And then there was Cornelia. She too had caught him in one of his nightmares one night. And he had looked terrified at her as she stood there in the door, afraid his screams had traumatized her. But Cornelia had simply looked at him with a knowing sad look to Andrew's astonishment. Next, despite Andrew's protests, she had claimed the other half of his bed, lying down next to him while holding his hand. The pointed look that she sent him was one only their mother could do better, and it was clearly telling him to shut up and go back to sleep. And sleep he actually did, for the rest of that night, with Cornelia by his side.

"Andrew?"

Andrew shook his head absentmindedly, suddenly realizing he had been staring into thin air at Cornelia's questioning voice. His sister was now looking up at him with questioning blue orbs. Yes, looking up. She still wasn't taller than him.

Andrew looked questioningly back at his sister.

"Is something the matter?" his sister asked, elaborating as Andrew furrowed his brows, "You were looking at me just now like you wanted to say something."

Hiding his embarrassment of his sister having caught him staring well, Andrew smiled softly. "I was just keeping an eye on you. The last time I blinked you went from being eleven to sixteen years old."

Cornelia rolled her eyes good-naturedly, "Haha. Very funny."

Andrew chuckled softly at his sister's teenaged behavior. It was good to finally be home.

"Sprout!"

Andrew turned abruptly at the familiar, French-English accent calling his name. That same French-English accent and its owner was what and who had kept him sane, while at the same time also nearly had driven him insane during the war.

Andrew smiled softly and took a few steps towards his friend, who was making his way towards Andrew and his sister through the large gathering of people, who were laughing and talking each other's' ears off.

"Michel." Andrew greeted, bringing his friend in for a hug. "You made it."

Michel flashed what he himself called his signature smirk. "I have heard about nothing else but your family gatherings in five years. I'd be damned if I didn't get to experience what all the fuss is about."

Andrew grinned. Then he gently pulled Cornelia forward. "There's someone I want you to meet, Michel."

He looked to and from his sister to Michel. "Cornelia, this is Michel. Michel, this is-."

Andrew stopped his line of speech when he noticed the same look of recognition in both his sister's and his friend's eyes as they looked at each other. Like they had met before.

Michel looked to Andrew with a smile before he charmingly addressed the golden-haired girl before him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Cornelia."

A smirk spread across Cornelia's face as she took in Michel's appearance, tone of voice and a significant, familiar detail on his shirt, right above his heart.

"Likewise," she replied with the same teasing tone of voice, both of them having forgotten Andrew completely.

Cornelia nodded her head towards his shirt. "A red feather, huh?"