Hello!
My second fanfiction!
OWEY OWEY! OWEY OWEY!
My first one, which I finsihed - Return to Narnia - is up on my profile if you would like to read that.
AGES TO GET IT STRAIGHT:
Lucy Pevensie : 15
Edmund Pevensie : 17
Eustace Scrubb : 13
Ewan Scrubb : 16
Griffin
Brown-Taylor : 15
Caspian X : 22
Gael : 9

1. GOING UNDER

*Lucy's Pov*

"It's supposed to be Albert A Scrubb" I hear my brother Edmund say to the army officer.
Not again. He's trying to become a soldier. Time to stop him.
"Edmund" I call out and everyone's heads in the room automatically snap my way "You're supposed to be helping me with the
groceries" I point out, and everyone laughs.
"Better luck next time, eh squirt!" A rather large boy behind Edmund says rubbing his hair meanfully. Edmund straightens it out
and takes the food outside, helping me put it in the basket on the bicycle.
"Squirt? He barely had two years on me! I'm a king and, and I've fought wars, I've lead armies" He protests.
"Not in this world" I comment.
"Yeah. Instead I'm stuck here, doing battle with Eustace Clarence Scrubb, if anyone so deserves a name, well at least his brother's
here as well" He says. Far behind him I spot a beautiful blonde girl (not as beautiful as Susan though) tucking a piece of hair behind
her ear to impress a soldier, and for some reason I automatically try it.
"What are you doing?" Edmund asks weirdly.
"Oh, nothing" I say getting pulled back into reality "Come on then!" I exclaim and we head back to our aunt and uncles house.

"I'm home! Hello!" I say when we get through the door, and I spot Uncle Harold sitting in his arm chair, reading a newspaper as
always "Hello Uncle Harold" He didn't answer. "I tried to find some carrots but all they had were turnips again" I said turning to the
kitchen, but he still didn't answer. Come on. "Shall I get started on the soup? Aunt Alberta's on her way home" I inform him. Oh for
Aslan's sake, I'm not normally the one to get angry but who cares. "Uncle Harold" I say trying to get his attention. No one here
hardly pays attention to me and Edmund since we came here. Unfair. I look over at Edmund and see him sticking his tounge out in
Uncle Harolds direction.
"Father! Edmund's making faces at you!" Eustace, the annoying little if I may say so bratty one, calls from the staircase. He just has
to point out everything doesn't he? Then Eustace shoots a spitball right at Edmund's neck.
Boys.
"Why you little-!" Edmund exclaims in anger chasing Eustace up the stairs.
"Father he's going to hit me! Ewan!" Eustace whines on the stairs like a know-it-all.
"What's ever the matter now?" Ewan, Eustace's for-a-change NOT at all annoying brother, with sandy blonde hair but no freckles like
Eustace, asks a bit annoyed standing at the top of the stairs, blocking Eustace from going up them.
"He tried to hit me!" Eustace complains.
"Well that's what you deserve you-" Edmund starts.
"Can't you see I have a friend over? I'm a little busy right now, with homework in all" Ewan says gesturing to another boy around my
age - whom I didn't notice - who has freckles like me and dark raven hair like Edmund's, and dark brown eyes like Edmund, however
I can see a mysterious glint in his eyes that makes me confused. He was rather, rather pretty.
"This is Griffin Brown-Taylor, my best friend, and if you will excuse us, were working" Ewan continues. This boy - Griffin - keeps
starring at me for some strange reason, not like a 'OH MY ASLAN! YOUR SO FREAKY, AHHHHHHHHHH, KILL HER!' stare,
more like a 'Your nice and pretty' stare but I brush it off since I'm not really anything compared to Susan's beauty.
"Griffin : What an unusual name" I whisper, and hopefully no one heard me.
"Come on, G.B.T" Ewan says to Griffin.
G.B.T?
Griffin.
Brown.
Taylor.
Ah, now I get it.
I go to check the post when they're gone, and find a letter with an american stamp.
"Edmund look!" I exclaim happily "It's from Susan!" I say, and lead him upstiars into my room (the spare room) to read the letter
out loud.

I do wish you were here with us, It's been such an adventure, but nothing like our times in Narnia. America is very exciting, except,
we never see Father, he works so very hard. I was invited to the British consoles tea party this week by a Naval officer, who happens
to be very handsome, I think he fancies me.

Like always, Susan, you belong with Caspian. I frown.

It seems the Germans have made the crossing difficult right now, times are hard, Mother hopes you both wont mind another few
months in Cambridge.

I look up, wide eyed.
"Another few months?" I exclaim sadly "How will we survive...?"
"Your lucky. At least you've got your own room: I'm stuck with mullet mouth and his bossy brother" Edmund complains. He's right,
Ewan is rather bossy sometimes, but not that annoying.
"Susan and Peter are the lucky ones. Off on adventures" I say.
"Yeah, they're the oldest and were the youngest. We don't matter as much"

*Griffin's Pov*

"Yeah, they're the oldest and were the youngest. We don't matter as much" Ewan's cousin says (I don't know they're names) as I peek
my head around the door, hoping they don't notice me.
It's not ease-dropping. More like, watching.
"Do you think I look anything like Susan" The pretty and probably smart girl says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. The raven-
haired boy sighs. And that's all I hear until I'm tugged away by someone.
"You were spying on my cousins" Ewan chuckles.
"No I wasn't" I object. He sighs happily.
"Ah, say what you like but I know you were" He says "Her name's Lucy Pevensie"
"Who? Which one?" I ask.
"Isn't Lucy a girl's name? The reddish-brown haired one with freckles" He explains "And that's her brother Edmund Pevensie.
They're staying here for the summer until they go back to boarding school" He adds.
"They really do hate it here don't they?" I say rhetorically.
"Yeah..." He replies awkwardly even though I wasn't asking for a reply that much "I'm going to tell them you were spying on them"
He says and starts walking to the room they were in.
"No!" I exclaim trying to tug him back, but were already in there.
"Griffin was-" He starts but was interrupted by Eustace coming in. For once in my life, thank you Eustace.
"There once were two orphans who wasted their time" Eustace starts "Believing in Narnia nursery rhymes"
"Please let me hit him!" Edmund says starting to walk over to Eustace in a fit of anger but Lucy stops him by taking his arm.
"No" She denies.
"Don't you knock?" Edmund asks Eustace.
"It's my house. I'll do as I please" Eustace says "Your just guests"
Edmund and Lucy ignore him and turn back to the rather-beautiful painting of the sea and a mysterious boat sailing in it on the
wall.
"What's so facinating about that picture anyway? It's hideous" Eustace complains rudely. Ewan walks over to his brother.
"You wont see it from the other side of the door" Edmund says before Ewan can say anything. Eustace grimaces.
"Edmund it looks like the waters actually moving" Lucy says dreamily starring right at the painting.
"What rubbish see? That's what happens when you read all those fanciful novels and fairytales of yours" Eustace says.
"There once was a boy called Eustace, who read books full of facts that were useless" Edmund says making Lucy smile a delightful
one-of-a-kind beautiful smile.
Eustace quickly thinks up a mean comeback.
"People who read fairytales are always the sort that become hideous burden unlike people like me, who read books of real
information"
I frown for Lucy and Edmund who turn to Eustace. Well at least, Edmund does, but Lucy keeps starring at the painting. Now I'm
getting confused why.
"Hideous burden!" Edmund almost yells angrily at Eustace "I haven't seen you lift a finger since you got here!"
Edmund slams the door shut to block Eustace's escape.
"I'll tell Aunt Alberta you stole her sweets"
"Liar" Eustace objects.
"Oh really?" Edmund says.
"Edmund the painting" Lucy says in a trance at the painting, which has suddenly...wait...started leaking water? What the heck?
"I found them under your bed, and you know what: I licked EVERY one of them" Edmund says to Eustace, ignoring Lucy.
"Ughhhhhh, I'm infected with you!" Eustace says disgustingly.
Lucy yelps a little when some water comes splashing out of the painting and into her face.
"What the hell?" Ewan says trying to get away from the painting, and not getting wet. I go over to it and look at it, and it starts
flooding the room with water.
"Mother, mother!" Eustace yells.
"Oh I'll just smash the whole thing!" Eustace says trying to get it off the wall, but Edmund and Lucy are yelling no and screaming,
and suddenly I slip in the water.
"What-?!" I yell before I go under. All of a sudden, everythings floating in the water, the chairs and the books, and the bed.
Suddenly I see were no longer in the bedroom.
But in the middle of an ocean.