Summary: Amber is back! Her journey with the Pevensies through PC. Edmund/OC, Susan/Caspian (only a little) – movie-verse/AU, Amber's POV.

Author's Note: I felt that it was right to write another story about Amber and her relationship with the Pevensies – also, this story is different to my other story That Word. It follows a different storyline – sort of. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Only Amber is mine. Nothing else.

Chapter 1: Fights and Magic Pulls

I stood in the crowd watching the fight. A boy with startlingly familiar blonde hair was getting severely beaten up by two older boys. With sudden clarity, I realised that the boy was none other than Peter.

I sighed. This wasn't the first time Peter had been in a fight in the past year – he had been in them almost daily.

I glanced up at the sound of a familiar frightened voice.

"Edmund!" Lucy's voice rang out.

I looked in the direction of her voice, just in time to see Edmund barrelling past people in the crowd to help his brother – another thing that happened frequently.

He rugby-tackled the closest boy and proceeded to fight him. I could feel my worry intensifying.

A piercing whistle startled me out of my worry, and I looked in time to see three army officers sprinting towards the fight. The crowd quickly dispersed, the officers broke up the fight and one officer spoke rather severely to Peter.

"Act your age" he said angrily.

Peter stormed off in a huff.

I raced over to Edmund. I was horrified to see that he had an ugly bruise on his cheek and scrapes on both palms.

He looked up and smiled wearily at me, and then picked up his suitcase. I walked with him back to the platform where Peter, Susan and Lucy were waiting.

Peter was looking at the floor, Susan had a very disappointed look on her face, and Lucy was rubbing her left hand up and down Peter's left arm. Edmund and I walked over and sat down on the right side of Peter.

"You're welcome Peter" Edmund said – a trifle sulkily.

Peter glared at him.

"I had it sorted thank you" he replied curtly, before standing up.

"What was it this time?" Susan asked, annoyed.

Peter turned and faced us.

"He bumped me" he said simply.

I was shocked.

"So you hit him?" Lucy asked.

"No. After he bumped me, those other boys tried to make me apologise. That's when I hit him" Peter told us – starting to get angry again.

"And in the process, you could have gotten someone seriously hurt – like yourself or Edmund for instance?" I added – gesturing to Edmund and getting angry myself. Edmund laid his hand on my shoulder.

Susan shook her head – her dark hair sliding around on her back.

"Really Peter, is it that hard just to walk away?" she asked stiffly.

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

Edmund looked up for the first time.

"Uh, we are kids Pete" he pointed out icily.

"Well I wasn't always!" Peter said more quietly – but keeping the same anger as before.

"Peter, you aren't the only one who misses Narnia, but do you see the rest of us going around picking fights with people over a small thing like that? Don't be so selfish!" I said.

Peter ignored me.

"It's been a year" he said walking over to us again and sitting down "how long does He expect us to wait?"

Susan turned to him and folded her arms.

"I think it's time to accept that we live here. It's no use pretending any different" she stated gently.

Peter shook his head and turned away, but at that moment Lucy jumped up and yelled

"OW!"

"Quiet Lu" Susan scolded.

"Something pinched me!" Lucy exclaimed.

Peter stood up suddenly.

"HEY! Stop pulling!" he shouted, standing up and looking down at Edmund.

"I'm not touching you Peter!" Edmund yelled back.

"Would all of you just – what is that?" Susan said – slightly surprised.

Suddenly – I felt it too. A terrible pulling – as if a hook had slid around my gut and was pulling it out. I stood up with a small yelp of pain and shock.

"What was that?" I asked.

Lucy looked at us – smiling.

"It feels like magic!" she almost had to shout over the noise of tiles coming free of the walls, the howl of the wind, the train rushing past us and the yells of her siblings and me.

"Quick – everyone hold hands" Susan commanded logically.

"I'm not holding your hand!" Edmund whined childishly. Peter grabbed his hand anyway.

We all looked out to see the last of the station disappear and leave behind it a natural hole with sand under our feet. In the distance, we could hear the sound of a horn.

After the pulling stopped, we let go of each other's hands and slowly walked out onto a beach.

It was a glorious day, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea was a sparkling blue with gentle waves rolling in and out. Before we knew it, we were running along the beach, ridding our feet of our shoes, and splashing in the crystal clear water.

A few minutes of playing passed, and I looked up at the sound of Peter's joyous voice.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Where do you suppose we are?" Edmund asked back, looking in the direction of the great cliffs in front of us.

"Well where do you think?" Peter replied, grinning.

Edmund sighed.

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia"

"Ruins?" I asked, confused.

Edmund pointed up atop the cliffs. Sure enough, there were ruins of some building up there.

We stared at the ruins, feeling a strange sense of loss.

"How do we get up there?" I asked.

Susan looked at me.

"Easy, just find a path up there" she said simply.

All of us saw the sense in this, and so we proceeded to walk up the cliffs.

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As soon as we got over the top of the cliff, we were able to see the ruins in more detail.

All this did however, was increase the feeling of loss from before. We strolled through the ruins, and I was halfway up what must have been a flight of stairs when I heard Lucy's voice.

"Wonder who lived here?" she asked Susan.

Susan walked over, but stopped abruptly when her foot collided with something gold with a small ding. She stooped and picked the thing up. I walked over to them to see Susan holding a bright golden chess knight. It sent a shiver of remembrance down my spine.

"Hey, that's mine. From my chess set" I looked up to see that the boys had joined us. Edmund was pointing at the knight – it was he who had spoken.

"Which chess set?" Peter scoffed.

"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley did I?" Edmund asked sarcastically.

We all turned around and saw a dais – with five crumbled, stone sculptures on it.

"Can't be" Lucy whispered, and then she ran up to the dais – the rest of us following her.

We sprinted up until Lucy stopped and, facing Peter, asked

"Don't you see?!"

The rest of us stared blankly at her.

"What?" Peter asked.

Lucy sighed, took both his shoulders and turned him around.

"Imagine walls" she said, moving over to position Edmund.

"And columns there" she pointed.

Grabbing Susan, she said "Coloured pavement instead of grass."

Taking my hand, she whispered "Tapestries on the walls."

And finally, positioning herself, she moved her hand in one swift motion.

"And a glass roof" she finished.

I used my imagination to conjure up that image, and suddenly my mind was flooded with memories of a certain castle in a place that I loved.

We all said it at the same time.

"Cair Paravel."

Yeah, btw, if anyone wants to know why Amber would remember Cair Paravel, then go to the first chapter of That Word and read the 'Back story'. It tells you. More still to come! Please read and review!

As always,

Fan of the Just King.