Clare Felton wandered the many halls of the Narnian Castle, Cair Paravel. Clare had lived in Narnia all her life, which had only been 17 years, but in those 17 years she had seen Narnia go through a drastic change in a matter of weeks. For 16 years she had lived under the rule of the White Witch. She had made it always winter, never christmas, never spring nor summer, until that fateful day when two sons of adam and two daughters of eve, made their way into Narnia. They defeated the White Witch, and fufilled the prophecy. Peace had been restored to Narnia, and people had referred to this peaceful time as 'The Golden Age'.

Clare had worked for the White Witch for 16 years of her life, but betrayed her the day she met him. No one knew she had worked for the White Witch, it was a secret she kept deep down inside. She would never tell any of the Pevensie's nor any other Narnian as long as she lived.

Clare sighed as she exited the Castle from a side door, and made her way down to the shore. She loved watching the waves crash against the white sand of the Easter beach. Clare gathered her pale blue skirts and slipped off her mattching slippers, as she entered the water, ankle deep. She dropped her skirts, not caring if they got wet, and stared  out over the ocean, imagining what was beyond the horizon. The wind whipped her brown curls around her face. She felt free, like a bird, and her heart told her she would one day travel from Narnia, just to find what was beyond that same horizon.

Clare felt a hand on her shoulder, and her name being called. She shook herself from her dream like state and turned around. She smiled up at the man that stood before her. His blond hair blowing in the wind, his bright blue eyes shinning, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Clare are you alright?" King Peter asked her. Clare smiled again and nodded "I'm fine Peter."
"You looked very distant. What were you thinking about?"
Clare turned back towards the horizon, and was silent for a moment.
"What do you think is beyond the Horizon Peter?" she asked quietly
Peter thought for a moment, staring at the line where the setting sun met the sea. "Probably a world, where all your dreams came true. A place where people who were meant to be, would be. A place where anything was possible."
"I think id like to go there" Clare said quietly
"Me too." Peter paused for a moment, but then said "Clare, as your best friend and your King, I vow that one day we shall take a ship and sail past the horizon to find what is beyond it"
Clare looked up at Peter and smiled "I'll hold you to that your highness"
A gust of cold wind blew in from over the sea, and Clare shivered.
"Come, its getting chilly." Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. "We don't want you to catch cold."
Clare nodded in agreement and grabbed her slippers, and the two walked back to the castle.