#but peter is casually dominating a master swordsman and then delivers a finishing blow without his weapon and with his back to his opponent

[fallingskiesandrisingseas]

And that’s also why you should be less harsh on how Caspian reacts during that first meeting in the film.

His uncle has told stories of old. Righteous, valiant, magnificent and just kings and queens, who led mythical creatures thought to be extinct into battle. Battle-hardened veterans that defeated eternal winter and ushered in a Golden Reign that lasted for decades. That benefitted Narnians for CENTURIES after they mysteriously vanished. Wise and old rulers. A personal relationship with Aslan himself, crowned by him in Cair Paravel.

And then he finally meets them when he blows the magic horn and they’re.

They’re fucking.

They’re fucking teenagers. Sassy teenagers, at that. Like he is.

No special abilities, it seems, no extreme charisma, no lion. Foolish strategy during that siege, war plans based on Aslan showing up (who’s not been around in CENTURIES) and vibes.

Our friend Caspian even manages to hit Peter in the face. In the face!

And yet he responds with “ I thought you’d be older. “

Dude got the whiplash of his life, four sassy teenagers instead of legends, and all but shrugged it off.

And then Peter fucking roasts him like a schoolboy. No wise and unmovable old king, no aura of certainty.

Peter specifically as an insecure and petulant teenager.

Man, it must’ve been rough.

the pevensies discovering the treasure room in the ruins of cair paravel must have been like stepping into their own tomb. here is the ruin of what you were. here is the remnant. here is where they took what you left them with and laid it to rest. here is your funeral shroud, daughter of eve. the skirt is too long for you now. here is the cordial, half-full. they dared not use it to save anyone without your hand to do the saving. here is your bow, still strung, and your arrows, unshot. here is the sword your hand still remembers, and here is the face you have forgotten. you did not die here, and yet still you were buried. what is a legend but another kind of ghost?