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Imagine the struggles the Pevensies must have had after each return to their own world; trying to reconcile their adult minds with their children’s roles, their Narnian skills and memories with the duller minds and lives of the people whose roles they must return to away from their kingdom.

Little Lucy playing with dolls but dreaming of great conquests and battles in which she shone… being told she cannot read a certain book because it’s too mature for her, but knowing full well how much she could understand and appreciate it. Lucy, having to deal with the inane prattle and gossip of her peers and all the while thinking of long conversations and debate held at all hours with the wisest and most intelligent of her subjects.

Edmund, giving a speech before his class, his eyes growing hard as he draws from secret experience, the eloquence of the kingly language he was so accustomed to bursting forth in the paragraphs he tells to his puzzled fellow students. Edmund, being betrayed by a dear friend and flinching with regret and agony at his own memories that come to surface. Finding a girl and beginning to woo her with the romance and poetry of Narnian ancients, and confusedly realizing in the puzzled reflection of her eyes how eccentric and modernly distasteful he sounds.

Peter, getting in a fight with a friend turned enemy, reaching for his sword but when he finds that it isn’t there, dodging and parrying the blows of his opponent with absolute ease, deadly swiftness, skill too great to be reckoned with as he grasps the fighter’s throat and stifles the urge to kill him. Because he knows he could. He knows that his opponent is no match for his endless training. But he must repress his prowess in fighting and return to being just another cowardly schoolboy.

Susan, startled, reaching for her quiver, which isn’t there, and her friends chuckling at her odd reaction. Susan, taking over the management of the household with the grace of a queen so used to running a palace, and puzzling her mother with her sudden knowledge, skill, and wisdom. Susan, trying to reconcile the Narnian fashions she is so used to with the more blunt and minimalistic styles of modern earthen times. A curl of the hair here, a glide and twist of the fabric, accentuating her form with foreign oddity, her friends wondering where she acquired such tastes.

Imagine trying to come to terms with the greyness and suffocation of their earthly lives.