Alright! First chapter up, second chapter on the way! I hope you guys like this! Do bear in mind this is as accurate as possible, as close as possible to the movie. Enjoy!

- A.C.

XxX

"Lucy, watch the bloody road, will you?" Elliot sighed, her hand reaching for her little sister's shoulder as she tried to catch up. Lucy was a ways ahead of her, and nearly got run over by a car, which was not surprising in the very least. "See that? You've faced death too many times. I'd be ashamed to call you my sister if you ever died because you got hit by a car. Being run through with a sword seems more valiant, in all honesty." Elliot snapped out as soon as she caught up with her sister. Lucy opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off by the faint sound of children egging each other on.

It sounded like there was an impromptu brawl.

Lucy and Elliot ran to the train station, frantically going down steps, two at a time, nearly tripling over each other's feet. A mob of students yelling and shouting appeared in their sight, and as Elliot strained upwards, she caught a flash of golden hair, unmistakably Peter's own. "Peter!" Lucy shouted, trying to see over the shoulders of jeering students. "It's him! He's in a damn fight again!" Elliot gasped out as students shoved her shoulders, trying to catch a better view of the action.

"I'm not going down there again! It's Susan's turn, this time!" Elliot said angrily. "Go get your sister!" She shouted to Lucy, above the hideous cacophony of noise, "Fine! You find Edmund!" Lucy made eye contact with her sister, and sent her a silent message.

Only God knows what Edmund'll do!

Elliot nodded hastily and started weaving her way through the frenzied crowd. "Ed! Edmund! Edmund Pevensie!" She yelled as loudly as she could, but to no avail. The students were yelling and screaming and jeering and her head was just bloody spinning. Peter was getting horribly beat up, his blonde hair pulled and his shirt untucked, and if you looked closely enough, spots of red on his fists and on his shirt.

A student shot past Elliot, nearly knocking her over. "Elliot!" Susan grabbed her shoulder, pulling her harshly, if only to prevent Elliot from getting trampled to death. "Edmund!" Lucy cried out as he shoved past her and tackled one of Peter's attackers. Edmund had the element of surprise as he fought the boy down to the ground, but he was quickly pulled off and nearly slammed against the wall. Peter was violently thrown back, his head hanging off by the edge of the platform, facedown.

One of the boys landed a solid kick to Peter's ribs as he was held down by the scruff of his neck. Edmund leapt on the foot-trigger-happy bastard, tackling him to the ground. Elliot was already pushing herself to the front, ready to land a harsh blow on one of the boys' faces. Her hazel eyes blazed with fury as she watched Peter, once a magnificent king, slowly crumble to testosterone-fueled adolescents. Mature people backed down from a fights they know they can't win, and here Peter was, one against six!

Pevensie? More like Pevensissy! It wasn't a matter of fighting or bravery anymore— he was being a pathetic, bratty child! Did he forget he was a bloody 28 year old king once?

Suddenly, shrill whistles screeched through the air. Students hastened to get away from the scene, not ready to be accused of any sort of rule-breaking. Elliot pulled back angrily, joining Susan and Lucy up the steps. She watched as the guards broke up the fight, one of the yelling in Peter's face.

"Act your age!" Elliot wouldn't say anything anymore, not when she saw how Peter flinched at the man's words. It was hurting her to see him lose himself in petty fights, but she knew he faced enough whenever he would lose (half the time, to clarify).

Elliot heaved out a heavy sigh as she walked with Lucy and Susan to a bench, not making eye contact with Peter or Edmund. "You're welcome." Edmund said dryly, shooting Peter a look. "I had it sorted," Peter muttered, getting up. "What was it this time?" Susan huffed out, annoyed. Elliot stood next to the bench, her arms crossed. "He bumped me," Peter turned around to face the four of them, looking exasperated. Elliot noticed the look on his face, and suddenly, she didn't feel so sorry for him anymore.

"You— you bloody fool! You of all people— you out of the five of us— you have the bloody gall to look exasperated? ACT YOUR AGE!" She blustered furiously. Her sisters looked surprised; Elliot wasn't one to rage or to yell. She was more of the type to be terrifyingly cruel and cold at certain times, even jesting or making fun of the harm she was inflicting. Edmund looked a little scared, for just a moment. Peter seemed more than just upset at her outburst. He opened his mouth to retort, but he shut up when he saw Lucy shooting him a look.

"Elliot. Calm down," Susan said gently, her hand reaching up to touch the girl's arm. Elliot took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Fine. Continue, then." She said, after a good ten seconds of silence. Susan nodded at Peter.

"After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him." Peter said snidely, his head cocking to the side a little, as he often did when he was upset. "Is it just that hard to walk away?" Susan asked, sounding a little more than exhausted. Elliot made a small noise from the back of her throat, a small mocking chortle. Peter glared at the two girls.

"I shouldn't have to. I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

"Um, we are kids." Edmund piped up. "I wasn't always." Peter said, shooting him a dark look. "Not here," Elliot sighed, eyes cast down. "She's right, you know." Susan interjected, watching Peter pace. "I always am, Susan." Elliot scoffed, raising her chin. "The point is—" Lucy said loudly, trying to break up the impending fight. "It's been a year," Peter said flatly, cutting off Lucy's sentence. "How long does he expect us to wait?" He sat back down in his seat, head tilted towards the hideously bright fluorescent lights.

Another reminder of where they truly belong.

"I think it's time that we accept we live here," Susan said regally, as if trying to make a point. "It's no use pretending any different." She finished. "Of course there's a use, dear sister," Elliot sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "If we don't accept, there may be a chance we get back. If there's something you're not quite sure you'll get, at least try to believe in it. We've got nothing to lose if we do, and if we do get what we want, then there's so much more to get."

"Oh no," Susan sighed, glancing over her shoulder, seeing the boy who tried to approach her earlier, right before Lucy saved her from further interrogation. "Pretend you're talking to me," She muttered, glancing at Edmund and Peter. "Who're you hiding from? Lover boy, over there?" Elliot asked, lowering her voice. Susan opened her mouth to snap at Elliot, but Edmund cut her off. "We are talking to you," Edmund said. Susan scoffed in reply, rolling her eyes. Elliot giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as she turned around to see the rather unattractive youth heading in their direction.

"Ow!" Lucy whined loudly, getting up from her seat. "Quiet, Lu." Susan shushed her, shooting her a look. "Something pinched me!" She pointed at the seat, irritated. "Hey! Stop pulling!" Peter cried out, glaring at Edmund. "I'm not touching you!"

"Bloody hell-o!" Elliot yelped, jumping away from Susan. "Watch your mouth, Elliot!" Susan admonished sharply, glancing at curious passers-by. "Now, look, would all of you just— what is that?" Susan gasped, getting up from her seat. Edmund quickly followed suit, not saying a word but a sudden look of discomfort in his face. "Feels like magic!" Lucy laughed, eyes shining. "Quick, everyone hold hands." Susan said sternly.

"I'm not holding your hand!" Edmund whined, glaring at Peter. "Stop fussing!" Elliot yelled, the wind harshly blowing, making her hard to hear. Elliot held onto Lucy's hand tightly, grinning down at her little sister. "I feel like I'm about to cry. Not just 'cause of the wind, I mean." Lucy giggled. "I'm always right, Susan!" Elliot shouted over the wind. "Just this once!" Susan replied, her voice filled with elation.

The wind was getting harsher, bricks ripped off the wall, lights swinging violently, posters being ripped off. And behold— beyond the holes in the brick wall lay the flat expanse of sand and sea and sky. In a split second, the train disappeared into a blindingly white hole. The five Pevensies were silently standing in a cove, hands intertwined, eyes wide and hearts beating furiously, about to beat out of their chests.

Elliot glanced at Lucy and Susan. A mischievous grin worked its way onto Elliot and Lucy's faces. The three girls giggled and raced off, into the sandy surf.

"Shame you're not as quick as me, Ed!" Peter hollered, running into the water, throwing off his coat. "Last one in is a rotten egg!" Susan laughed uncharacteristically. "You all signed yourself up to lose, then!" Elliot giggled, throwing off her shoes and coat, ripping off her tie. "Watch out!" Peter yelled, bumping Elliot's shoulders as he caught up to her.

They laughed as they got into the water, splashing and giggling. "Wait a minute!" Susan hurried to take off her shoes, and quickly followed into the water. "Hurry up, Susan!" Ed yelled, splashing her with the cool, salty water. Elliot wrapped her arms around Lucy and pulled her down with her, into the cold, refreshing water. "Elliot!" Lucy yelled, laughing. Edmund glanced up and slowly went quiet.

"What is it?" Peter asked. "Where do you think we are?" Edmund said, eyes cast up. "Where do you think?" Peter asked in slight disbelief. "Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." Edmund replied, almost absently. Realization dawned on Peter as he realized Edmund was right. There were no ruins in Narnia, and here there were, crumbling white stone high against the sky, vines and trees interlaced in their very columns.

XxX

It was quiet and lonely, nothing quite like the world they remembered. Tall trees reached the sky and grass had overtaken what was once a magnificent castle. Déjà Vu washed over Elliot as she studied the old stone arches and the surprisingly familiar staircases. Lucy wandered near her, near the cliffs, trying to place why the view was so familiar. Peter trudged through grass, nearing a raised platform. "I— I know this place," Elliot said to herself, the familiarity overwhelming her. "Hm?" Lucy asked, standing next to Elliot.

"Wonder who lived here..." Lucy turned around to say to Elliot.

Susan was sure she heard Elliot and Lucy say something, just not quite sure what it was. As she walked over to her sisters, her shoe hit something hard, a small chink alerting her to something. She bent down, picking up the object. Curiously enough, it was a golden king from a chess set. Even more so curious was that she knew that it belonged to one of her siblings.

"I think we did." She breathed out, gazing at the small chess piece. Lucy looked surprised, her brow creasing with confusion. She walked over to her sister, Elliot following suit. Edmund came from behind a crumbling stone wall, his eyes widening with surprise as he saw the small, glinting figurine in Susan's hands. "Hey, that's mine. From my chess set," he blurted out.

"Which chess set?" Peter asked, confused.

"I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?" Ed said sarcastically, looking at Peter from the side. Elliot huffed out a short laugh, but quickly said, "We weren't the only royals, you know. Maybe it's King Lune's, or maybe Prince Cor's?" Edmund narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you daft, Eli? You very well know my chess set, you were the only one who actually bothered to play with me!"

"Fine. Maybe it is your chess set," She harrumphed, crossing her arms. "It could be a replica, though." She offered right after, trying not to question any other possibility than Cair Paravel being a far ways from here and definitely not this ruined castle. "Can't be." Lucy whispered to Susan, her eyes suddenly glistening. She ran towards a clearing, a very familiar one.

Peter followed her, then Elliot right behind him. "Don't you see?" Lucy cried out, voice shaking just a little bit. "What?" Peter asked obliviously. "Imagine walls," Lucy said, positioning Peter at a certain spot as her siblings watched with slight fascination. "and columns, there." She continued, pointing. "And a glass roof," she finished. Elliot stood between Lucy and Susan, the remnant of a grand throne behind her.

The five siblings were struck with a harsh realization. "Cair Paravel." Peter mumbled, awestruck with the realization, this is Cair Paravel. The grand Cair Paravel with cream columns, tapestried walls, a glass ceiling that reached the sky. This was Cair Paravel, and all they had now was a desolate, crumbling castle.

They went off to find their safe room, their treasury, but Edmund stopped as he saw a strangely positioned rock ahead of him. He approached it, and knelt down. "Catapults." He said, glancing up at the wrecked walls. "What?" Peter asked, glancing down at his younger brother. "This didn't just happen," Elliot held her tongue right before a curse rolled right off it. "Cair Paravel was attacked."

Elliot shook her head at that. "I can see that." She said dryly. She walked ahead of her brothers and stopped by a wall. Peter and Ed followed her, and pushed the heavy stone wall to expose a hidden door. Elliot, grabbing her dry coat, wrapped it around her hand and punched right through the door. She peered down the darkened passageway, but pulled back right as peter began ripping at his shirt.

Peter tore off a bit of cloth and bent down to pick up a stick, and wrapped the cloth around the end to create a makeshift torch. "Don't suppose you have any matches, do you?" He asked Edmund. "No, but... would this help?" Edmund grinned mischievously, pulling out a silver torch. "You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter said, a smile on his lips. Elliot huffed out a laugh, she and her sisters sharing knowing glances between each other.

Edmund first went down the tunnel, his torch brightly illuminating the darkened staircase. Susan, Lucy, Elliot, then Peter followed through, glancing at the familiar stone bricks. Elliot peered over Susan's shoulder, seeing their familiar treasury. As soon as they reached the bottom, Elliot was filled with a sense of security. Five chests and statues lined the halls of the room, columns marking where one started and the other began.

"I can't believe it. It's all still here," Peter breathed out, a genuine smile on his face. Lucy ran ahead of him, towards her chest. She opened the heavy box, pulling out a long dress. Elliot, Susan, and Edmund followed, each at their own chest, opening and peering through their belongings.

"I was so tall," Lucy sighed, fondly gazing at her old dress. "Well, you were older then," Susan grinned, the irony as clear as day. "As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger." Edmund interjected, wearing his old helmet on his head, now far too large for him.

"And here my friends, we have the paradox of the situation," Elliot smiled, pulling out her ivory arm guards. "I'm quite glad these still fit me," she mused, smiling. "It just means you didn't grow," Lucy smirked. "Meanie!" Elliot pouted mockingly, then burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Lucy asked, after sobering down. "My horn," Susan said, frowning. "It's missing. I must've left it on my saddle the day we went back."

Peter approached his chest and opened it, pulling out his sword. "When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death." Lucy frowned, remembering her old friend. "When Aslan shakes his mane, we shall have spring again." Her dark eyes glossed over with tears. "Everyone we knew... Mr. Tumnus and the beavers... they're all gone."

"They're only gone when we forget them, Lucy. They truly disappear when no one knows their name or remembers their face or thinks of their words. But when we think back on the memories we've had, they're still here on this world." Elliot said, her hazel eyes lighting up with melancholy. "They don't want you sad, Lucy. They don't want any of us sad. So dry your eyes, Lu. You're their Queen Lucy the Valiant, remember?"

Lucy nodded sadly.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on." Peter finally said, breaking the quiet moment. Elliot nodded. It was time.

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Elliot trudged through the shore, her double-Dutch braids flat against her back. Her sisters were wearing their fine, silk dresses. Elliot was wearing a thinner version of a suit of armor; there was no breastplate and the outermost layer was almost completely made of almost-black-but-still-blue armor. She liked to wear dresses, yes, but she felt that it would not be practical in battle.

Battle was what her gut was telling her, and she listened to her gut. Her light, steel-tipped shoes clinked against the small stones along the riverbank. She had her red-streaked ivory arm-guards on and her belt of replenishing throwing knives around her thigh, and a small blade on both of her inner forearms. A slightly smaller version of Peter's sword hung at her hip, along with a coiled rope. Her ivory capulets shone in the hot sun, her red tassels hanging off the edges of her shoulders. It was a bit difficult to look down; her toughened leather armor reached the neck, covering up the sensitive skin.

"I don't understand why you two are wearing dresses to a possible battle." Elliot mused as she walked next to Lucy and Susan. "I don't see why there's any need for you to look like Peter or Edmund." Susan snipped back. "Hey, I hope you know I'm far more attractive than all of you combined. Anyways, they do call me General Elliot the Wise for a reason."

"Queen-General," Peter cut in, a knowing grin in his face. "Shut up, Pevensissy," Elliot snapped. Peter looked mildly offended, but quickly recovered. "Pevensissy? That would be all five of us, thank you very much." He replied blithely. "Eli's just mad you called her Queen-General. I won't even say it anymore. Queen and her name together sounds like a horrendous title. Elliot is generally perceived as a boy's name, but you know." Edmund piped up, his lips twisted into a mocking smile. "Ed's right." Lucy spoke up, smiling.

"Piss off. You're just jealous I can pull off armor—" she pointed at Susan. "while you're just jealous I'm your master tactician and that I have two titles," She then pointed at Peter. "And you two are just jealous because you have basic names. Elliot is a cool and interesting name." Elliot proclaimed, raising her chin as she pointed at Edmund and Lucy. "How cool and interesting—" Peter started dryly. Susan cut him off as she pulled each of them down, shushing them violently.

"Look!" She hissed. "A dwarf! Those men are going to throw him overboard!" Lucy gasped. "I'm going to shoot an arrow, got it? As soon as I shoot the arrow, we've got to get closer to them, understood?" Elliot frowned. "I know we're short on time, but if we try to get any closer right the moment they get ready to throw him, it'll be too late for any of us to save him! Everyone lay close to the ground and get as close as possible without being spotted, and as soon as I give my signal, I need you to shoot, Susan. No arguments, now!"

Peter and Edmund split, one on each side as they slowly crept forward, moving as quickly as possible without being spotted. Elliot dragged Lucy with her, crouching down. And the moment the men were about to swing, Elliot let out a shrill, bird-like whistle, and following that, an arrow ripped through the air and lodged itself into the boat.

"Drop him!" Susan yelled. Elliot groaned and nudged Peter. "Run now, dear sister wasn't thinking straight," and so, Peter ran like the wind and he nearly reached the shore when—

"Crows and crockery!" The two armored men swore, and promptly dropped the poor dwarf into the water. Peter ran, diving into the water and saved the dwarf, bringing them back up to the surface. Susan shot another arrow right into the breast of one of the men, and a dark knife lodged itself in the breast of the other, and if one looked closely enough, they would see the glint of raw satisfaction in Elliot's eyes. Edmund ran and dived into the water as well, pulling the boat with him to shore.

Peter pulled the dwarf onto the river banks, dragging him and pulled off his gag. Lucy pulled out her dagger and began slicing at the dwarf's binds, setting him free. The Narnian struggled to get up, coughing out water. "Drop him?" The dwarf angrily rasped out, his voice grating and old. "That's the best you can come up with?"

"That was my sister. We just kinda helped save you." Elliot quickly said, putting her hands up, a secret smirk tickling her lips. Susan rolled her eyes and Edmund choked back a small laugh. "A simple 'thank you' would suffice." Susan snapped out, eyeing the scraggly dwarf. "They were doing fine drowning me without your help!" The dwarf blustered out, unreasonably upset.

"Maybe we should've let them," Peter stepped forward, mockingly pondering it. Maybe he was pondering it, who knows?

"Moving on!" Elliot chirped out, shooting Peter a harsh look. "Why were they trying to kill you anyway?" Lucy asked the dwarf. "They're Telmarines. It's what they do." He spat out, his voice resigned. "Telmarines? In Narnia?" Edmund asked. Elliot wasn't all too surprised, considering the fact that Tashbaan's Tarkaans were close allies with the Telmarines, back then. All of Tashbaan hated Narnians, that was a given.

"Where have you been the last few hundred years?" The soaking-wet dwarf grumbled. "It's a bit of a long story," Lucy smiled, albeit bitterly. "Not a story. Make it a series of books," Elliot muttered, picking at her knives. The dwarf groaned with realization as he studied the five children in front of him. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Elliot tilted her head curiously.

"You're it? You're the kings and queens of old?" He rasped out.

"General," Elliot coughed out. Susan nudged her and Edmund sent her a teasing smile. "High King Peter, the magnificent." Peter proclaimed, offering his hand. "You probably could've left off the last bit," Susan remarked as Peter shot her a flat look. Elliot stifled a short laugh at that.

The dwarf laughed. "Probably," he chuckled.

Peter rolled his eyes, then pulled out his sword. "You might be surprised." The dwarf eyed the sword darkly. "Oh, you don't want to do that, boy." The dwarf muttered. Peter smiled lightly. "Not me, him." He said, gesturing to Edmund. Ed pulled out his own sword, and got into his stance. Peter offered the dwarf the sword. The Narnian took a hold of it, then it dropped down heavily.

Elliot narrowed her eyes at the dwarf, seeing through the guise. Edmund, however, was not as clever to see what she saw. He stifled a laugh, glancing at his siblings sideways, a small smile on his lips.

Suddenly, the dwarf lunged. Edmund ducked, but the dwarf quickly hit back, landing a blow onto his face. Edmund grunted, his face probably bruising. "Ed!" Lucy cried out. Edmund stumbled back, groaning. "You all right?" The dwarf mockingly laughed. Edmund ducked past him and hit the dwarf on his rear with the flat of his blade, eliciting a giggle from Lucy and Elliot.

The dwarf growled and aimed for Ed's ankles. Edmund quickly jumped, blocking the blows, parrying with the dwarf, and victoriously knocking the sword out of the dwarf's hand. The dwarf stared, dumbstruck, then he fell flat on his bum. "Beards and bedsteads!" He said breathlessly. "Maybe that horn worked after all!"

"What horn?" Susan's voice rang clearly. "Oh, the horn that you don't have," Elliot laughed.