Hello, hello! I am so excited to present to you all the first chapter of the sequel to my Narnia story. I can't wait to write it and I can't wait to hear all you feedback!

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Chapter One

Aurelia's eyes flew open and she sucked in a breath, smelling at once the stale air. Her senses were immediately in attack mode and she tried to sit up. Her head hit something above her. With a jolt she realized where she was and what that must mean. Her breath quickened, her sense to panic in such a small space overtaking her mind. She began to shake and her heart began to pump. Her handed rested upon the roof of her coffin and she felt softness. Wet, rotting wood. She tried to push on it, but she just couldn't muster up enough strength. Her hand fell back to her side and hit something cool, metal. Her heart stopped and she felt the familiar hilt of her sword. Calling up all of her strength she lifted the sword and pushed it through the soft, rotten wood. Once she had the initial cut it was easy to push away the rest of the wood. Aurelia sat up and gulped air, stale air but air nonetheless. She climbed out of the coffin and found it sat on a raised platform made of white marble. It was odd that the platform but not her coffin was marble. She looked down to see she was dressed in a pure white gown. Her hands matched her dress, she was so unbelievably pale. She walked a few paces but fell to her knees, her legs not used to motion. She turned to survey her coffin and saw the plaque above it.

Here lies Aurelia of Archenland, beloved by all.

What on earth was going on? Aurelia wracked her brain for the last thing she remembered. It felt liked she'd been asleep for longer than ever, her throat was dry, her limbs stiff and her mind fuzzy. She crouched there for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She looked up and surveyed her surroundings. She recognized the treasure room of Cair Paraval, the home of the four royals of Narnia. A thick layer of dust lay over everything, which made no sense as just a few days ago she'd put the four children's weapons and personal effects down here herself, although Susan's horn hadn't been there. Aurelia gasped as a realization hit her. If the last thing she remembered was being bed ridden as her sickness had taken over her body and she hadn't been able to move. Could she... could she have died? And if so, how long had she been gone? And how on earth was alive now, if the sickness that had plagued her family for so long had finally taken her. She looked at the stairs and willed her legs to carry her there. They did and with her sword trailing by her side she climbed up the stairs and to the door. Well, it wasn't a door, it was a large stone that acted as a guard to the secret treasure room. Aurelia put her sword down and breathed deep for a moment before she rolled up her sleeves and pushed the stone. It didn't move. She pushed again but it wouldn't budge. She sighed and tried to focus all her attention on moving the rock. Finally it began to shift and Aurelia took this as her chance. She pushed harder and harder, feeling the stone moving under her command and finally she felt the sun shine on her face and a cool breeze blow her hair. She closed her eyes and stepped forward, colliding with something warm and solid.

"Aurelia?" a familiar voice asked. Aurelia looked up, not believing her ears. There, his golden hair shining in the sun, was Peter. Her Peter, as she had known him when he first came to Narnia. His blue eyes were wide as he took her in and Aurelia was sure he was surprised at what he saw. Here he was, his youth given back to him, looking at her at the age she was when he left her, sickly and pale. A sob escaped Aurelia's mouth and she fell into Peter's chest. His warm arms circled her and he buried his face in her hair.

"You're beautiful," he mumbled. Aurelia sniffed and stepped back.

"You look so young. Not at all how I remember you," she looked at Edmund, Lucy and Susan, who all had the shine of youth upon them, same as their brother. Aurelia smiled at them all, her joy taking over her mind. "I never thought I'd see you again."

Peter picked up one of Aurelia curls and twirled it in his hand.

"You look..."

"Horrible, I know,"

"Stunning. Just as I remember when I first met you," Peter finished. Aurelia's brow furrowed in concentration.

"That's impossible," Aurelia mused. Peter shrugged and looked past her.

"Well, you look 18,"

Aurelia shook her head and ran back down the stairs. She stopped in front of her coffin and pointed. She heard the four children gasped and Peter's arm slipped around her waist and held her tight against him.

"You were... dead?" he whispered. Aurelia nodded and turned to look at him and his siblings.

"For how long?" Susan asked, concern lighting her beautiful eyes.

"I'm not sure. How long have you been gone?"

Edmund scratched the back of his head, "A year."

It all began to come together in her head. The children had been gone from Narnia for a year before Aurelia had fallen ill again.

"We know that Narnia time runs different in you world, right?"

The children nodded, but before Aurelia could go on, a sense of fatigue washed over her and she almost fainted. Peter caught her arms and supported her.

"Get your weapons and some clothes and let's get out of here, okay?" Aurelia pushed Peter ahead of her, to his own solid gold trunk. The other children found theirs and lifted their gifts and weapons from them. Peter drew his sword and looked back a Aurelia, a new glint in his eyes. Aurelia smiled brightly at him.

"You look like yourself," she whispered and looked over at Susan who was rummaging in her trunk desperately.

"I couldn't find your horn. I'm sorry," Aurelia said as Lucy pulled out a dress, obviously too big for her.

"You were so tall," Aurelia gently tugged the dress from her hands and pulled out a dress that would better fit young Lucy. Under the dress she pulled out was a looking glass and the reflection made Aurelia jump in surprise. Her face, as it had been at the beginning of their reign, albeit paler and drawn than before.

"How?" she whispered. She felt a hand on her shoulder, to find Susan looking at her, a dress in her hands.

"You were always my size," she said, handing Aurelia the dress. Aurelia took it, feeling the soft material in her hands, regretting her decision to leave most of her valuables in her room in Archenland. Something stirred in her at the thought of Archenland.

"My family," she whispered. "Adane."

Lucy took her hand, "Mr Tumnus, the Beavers. They're all gone."

Aurelia crossed the room to Peter who sheathed his sword and held out his arms to her and she fit perfectly in them, as though she'd belonged there all along. Peter kissed her head and looked up at his siblings.

"I think it's time we found out what's going on,"

Later, when they were all changed into their Narnian clothes, they sat in a circle on the beach and discussed what they knew.

"Narnia time is different to the time in your world, yes?" Aurelia asked, looking down at hers and Peters hands, which were entwined tightly.

"It is. When we got back home, no time had passed, even though fifteen years had passed in Narnia. Everything was as it was when we left, including us," Edmund explained, as he used his old shirt to clean his sword. Susan looked up at Aurelia.

"Tell what happened when we left,"

"Nothing. I ruled for a year, kept Cair Paravel safe for you. Adane helped me, but my health caught with me and almost exactly a year after you were gone, I fell gravely ill and went into a deep unconscious state," Aurelia shuddered at the memory of her last days.

"And you died?" Lucy asked.

"I suppose I did. I woke up about half an hour before you found me,"

There was silence as they took in this new information.

"Half an hour ago was when we..." Susan trailed off.

"So the same magic that called us back must have called you back too," Peter pulled Aurelia closer to him and held her tightly.

"But, it doesn't make sense," Aurelia looked up at Peter. "I was dead. For goodness know how long... how is my body still preserved?"

No one could answer, because at that moment they saw a boat coming close to their shore, carrying two men in silver helmets.