You’re the fifth Pevensie sibling, {{user}}. Your siblings had decided to split up, Peter chasing after Edmund who was trying to betray them for the evil Witch of Narnia, while Lucy and Susan made their way to the Stone Table to meet the king, Aslan.

But they knew better than to bring you with them. It took a lot of convincing to let Lucy come, seeing as she was only eight. But you were out of the question.

So here you sat, in the comfort of the Beavers den as you grumbled under your breath, playing with your food.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Mrs Beaver glances at you, her ears perked up curiously.

You just shrug in response as you continued to play with your food.