So this is my first story posted on here in a while, so sorry if I'm a little rusty. But yeah. Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own character, and any plot changes I may make to accommodate her story line.


Bombs dropped left and right, destroying what had once been the Pevensies' home. Everyone was to get in the bomb shelter, but Edmund, the youngest Pevensie boy, at the age of thirteen, had another idea. He sprinted back into the house, Peter running after him shouting, "Edmund! You idiot, get back here!" but he continued running until he reached the living room. Seeing the broken picture frame, he grabbed ahold of it just as Peter yanked on his arm and began dragging him back towards the shelter.

When they reached it, Peter began to shout at his younger brother, "You idiot, you could have gotten us killed!" Edmund gave a broken stare to his siblings and mother. He set down the frame to reveal a man underneath the broken glass. "I couldn't leave dad behind." his voice choked out. Mrs. Pevensie pulled him into a motherly embrace as Peter spoke in almost a whisper, "Why can't you just do as you're told?"

It was the day all mothers and children were hoping would not come. Today, the city was evacuating all children to the countryside. As the maneuvered through the crowd, Lucy clung to her mother's side, silently sobbing into her coat. "Tickets!" a man in uniform shouted. "Hand in your tickets right here!""Now," the mother of four started as she looked at all her children. "Give your tickets to the man, take your pass, and make sure you stay together." They solemnly nodded their heads. "I love you all so much. Now go." She ushered them off as tears began to well in her eyes. She watched as her children board the train. She waved and smiled as she watched them ride off, before she finally let her tears fall.


"There will be no running, no shouting, no. . ." Mrs. Macready droned on as she took on a tour of the house. The Pevensie children were to be staying in Professor Diggory Kirke's home in the country until it was deemed safe to return home. Following the house keeper up the stairs, Susan reached to touch a vase when Mrs. Macready turned around. "No! touching of the historical artifacts." she shouted. "And above all, the professor is not to be disturbed. Your rooms are just this way." ad they continued on.

Later that night, as they all sat in Lucy's room, listening to the radio, they participated in light conversation. "The sheets are scratchy." young Lucy quietly spoke as she attempted to avoid crying. "Don't worry, Lucy." the eldest daughter Susan consoled, we'll be back in our beds at home in no time. After all, this isn't forever." Edmund scoffed as he stood up. "Yeah, if there's anything left of home."

"Oh grow up Ed." Susan scolded her younger brother. "Yes mum." came his sarcastic reply. Peter, the eldest of them all, turned to Lucy and spoke in a gentle tone. "Just you wait. This place is huge. We'll be able to do anything we want." This brought a cheeky grin to Lucy's face as her siblings wished her goodnight, and left her room. She laid back, pulled up the covers, and fell into a wonderful, dream filled sleep.


The next morning, the Pevensies woke, much to their chagrin, to a rainy sky. They got dressed, went down to eat their breakfast, and proceeded to try and pass the time playing games in the library. "Gastrovascular" Susan read from the book she was holding. Peter ignored her as he listened to the radio. "Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular." she spoke again with a hint of annoyance laced in her voice. groaning, Peter turned towards her before speaking. "Is it latin?" She nodded.

"Is it latin for 'Worst game ever invented'?" Edmund chimed in snarkily. In order to avoid any arguments, Lucy quietly asked, "Peter, can we play hide and seek?" Edmund groaned, while Peter ad Susan shared skeptical looks. "Come on Peter, please." Lucy looked up at him with large brown puppy eyes and pouted lips. "Pretty please?"

Peter smiled. "One, two, three. . ." Edmund groaned. "Oh come one." he shouted as Peter continued to count. They all ran off.

Lucy ran down a hallway, testing all the doors to see which ones would open. So far, none. But as she approached the end of then hall, she was shocked as she turned the knob of a door, and it opened. She could faintly hear the sound of Peter's voice as she walked in. The only structure stood in the middle of the large room, covered by a white sheet. Slowly, Lucy approached it before pulling the sheet down, revealing a large, beautiful, wooden wardrobe. She opened the door and, without looking, she entered it.

Elsewhere. . .

Elia, or Eli as she preferred to be called, ran through the forest of Narnia, heading towards Lantern Waste. As she ran, she listened to the whispers of the trees. She froze when she heard a tree melodically speak four short words to her. "A queen has arrived."


So I know that this chapter is kinda short, but with some of my other stories, the problem was that they were so long that they took forever to write, and I would lose interest in them before finishing it. But yeah, hope you enjoyed. Follow, Favorite, Review. Oh and if you wouldn't mind checking out my Wattpad account (TheNewBrokenEEB), that'd be great. I might be posting this on here too. Let me know if I should.

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