I don't really have much to say in small author notes, but I'm going to try and explain myself a bit in this one! This is my first Narnia Fanfic and it will eventually lead to a CaspianxOC. I decided long ago that poor Prince Caspian shouldn't have gotten his heart broken! I mean how unfair for him to fall almost head over heels for Susan, share a kiss with her before she leaves Narnia, and then never see her again?! That had to have sucked! So I believe Caspian deserves an OC.
I had posted this story about a year or two ago and looking over it now (like so many of us do) I decided that it had completely sucked! I mean it was awful, so I went through and completely changed it! It went from being first person to third person and suddenly everything started to make much more sense! Lets see, what have I not gotten to yet? Um...Evelyn, my OC, is around 13 years old in this story placing her a couple months under Edmund, three years above Lucy, three years under Susan, and four years under Peter!
A little fact about me! I'm terrible at finding time to write and then updating my story. This time, though, I already got the story revised and ready! I plan on updating every week and possibly twice a week depending on how reviews go. If I don't stick to this plan please remind me to update! Just bug the living daylights out of me until I add another chapter!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARNIA! I DON'T OWN THE BOOK SERIES OR THE MOVIE SERIES, I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS AND I CERTAINLY DON'T OWN THE CREATIVE MIND OF C.S LEWIS! The only thing I own is Evelyn and some of the added words and plot paths!
This will follow the movie quite closely, but there will be a few added twists (like almost every fanfic has). Thank you for even giving this a chance and I hope you enjoy!
The Iron Lamppost
Chapter 1
War was everywhere, destroying the lives of everyone around it. The bombings were becoming worse and more reckless, dropping on major cities and now dropping on the surrounding towns killing thousands at a time. As the war moved closer and closer to Paris it became obvious that everyone near the great standing city was in danger. So it was decided, like so many other areas affected by the war, that all children were to be evacuated. It was a day that every family dreaded, but it came all the same. The train stations were crowded with fathers and sons trying to be strong as their sisters and mothers and wives let out heart breaking sobs. Train after train was packed and sent off to some far end of the country perhaps even the continent, hands of all shapes and sizes waving goodbye from the windows. In the middle of the chaos a small girl hugged her mother with a death grip, like so many other children did, as she cried into her shoulder. With a father who had died in the war, the two of them had been inseparable and now the war was splitting them apart.
"You have to be strong for me and write me every day, don't you worry about the cost. Get some sleep on the train; I know how tired you've been. Don't take to strangers, always listen to your aunt, don't go trying to come back for me because I'm tough. I'll be fine." Mrs. Pevensie looked at her little girl as she repeated her little speech over and over again, but all she could think about was how much her little girl looked like her husband. With her short light blonde hair and striking blue eyes, her pale skin and rosy lips, young ten year old Evelyn was a spitting image of her father.
"I love you, mama." She said leaning forward into her mother's arms once again.
"I love you too, bébé Poussin." Her mother whispered, kissing the side of her little head. With that, Evelyn pulled back and, with the help of her mother, carried her luggage towards the train car.
"Ticket please?" The rather plump attendant asked, holding out his chubby hand. Evelyn handed him her ticket and the man punched a small hole in it before handing it back and pointing towards a rather crowded train car. Evelyn turned toward her mother and grabbed her other bag of luggage and with a smile she climbed onto the train car. Being a small ten year old it was easy for Evelyn to be bumped and pushed around by the other children in the cart, but she found her set and dropped her luggage onto the hard seat before sticking her head out the window, looking around for her mother. She found her mother's auburn brown hair easily in the crowd and as their eyes connected; her mother smiled and lifted her hand into the air waving it around frantically.
"Goodbye mother!" She shouted over the noise of other children. A tear slipped down her cheek as the train jolted from beneath her and slowly slide out of the station, leaving her mother behind. Evelyn whispered one last goodbye and then closed the window, looking down at her luggage. She tried to pick it up and lift it up to the bag holders, but she was much to short and as one of the bags was about to fall back down onto her head it was stopped by a larger hand. Evelyn gasped and looked up to see an older boy with shoulder length golden blonde hair.
"Need some help Miss?" The boy asked Evelyn, who just nodded. He smiled and lifted her luggage bags up into the carrier net.
"Luckily for you, helping damsels is my specialty." His little remark caused a smile to spread across her face. The boy took a seat next to her and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her.
"I hope you don't mind. I always find that a little company always helps the trip go faster." The boy said and Evelyn turned her gaze up towards him.
"I suppose that's true, I've always had my mother with me." The boy smiled, feeling a bit of pride that he was able to get words out of the girl.
"Ah, first time alone. Well, where are you headed?" He asked. Evelyn took a minute to glance out the large glass window, watching the many towns and country sides roll by, the scenery shifting and changing color after every stop. Some fields a bright yellow and green from corn, others a dull green from peas and some a light green from the growing cabbage.
"I'm headed for London to stay with my aunt and her family. Where are you headed?" She asked. The boy looked down at her and for the first time, Evelyn got a good look into his eyes and she gasped at the sight. His eyes were golden, but that was impossible, wasn't it? How could she not believe what was right in front of her.
"What is it? Do I have something in my eye?" He asked and reached up to rub his eyes with his hands and when he opened them they were a regular color of hazel green. Evelyn let out the large breath she had been holding and shook her head.
"Well then, I'm headed for a wonderful place with green forests and old buildings." The boy stopped there, not saying another word. Of course Evelyn would have let the conversation carry on, but the problem, no…gift that Evelyn bared was her irrepressible curiosity.
"Does this place not have a name?" To this the boy chuckled and leaned down towards her.
"I'll give you a little hint. They have beautiful candle-lit, iron lamp posts there." She let out a heartwarming giggle and soon the boy had joined in with her, letting out a loud laughter that sounded oddly of hope and warm spring days. It was so comforting that Evelyn couldn't help, but feel a bit drowsy and she let out a small yawn.
"Get some rest, it will be a while before we reach London." She wanted to argue, but her tired mind couldn't form the words, but she still had one more thought.
"What about the channel?" She asked as she leaned into the boy's side.
"Don't worry about that yet." She nodded and closed her eyes.
"Evelyn it's time to wake up." The hand shook her shoulder and she yawned opening her eyes to the dim light of an approaching sunset.
"Did we already cross the channel?" She asked, her face scrunching up in confusion.
"Yes, you were still sleeping so I recruited some help and got you on and off the boat." She shook her head, but smiled gratefully.
"You didn't have to do that, but thank you." The boy smiled, but as he looked around the small train car his gaze froze on a figure by the door. Evelyn frowned and followed his adverted gaze up towards the doorway to see the plump attendant standing there, watching the two.
"We'll be arriving in London shortly." The frown remained on Evelyn's face as she stood along with the boy, who once again helped her with her luggage.
"Really, does your place have a name? What about you! Don't you have a name? Surely you have one." She said quickly as she lifted her luggage up under her arms.
"You'll find out soon enough, Evelyn." When the boy said her name, Evelyn's eyes widened for not once did she recall telling the boy her name, but as she went to ask him exactly how he knew the train stopped and she hurried off towards the exit. With about ten other children she was let off and she set her luggage down on the wooden floor of the small station, turning back towards the train searching for the boy. It was as the train was pulling away that she caught sight of him, his golden eyes shining in the light once again.
"Good luck, young Evelyn! Oh, I almost forgot, the name is Aslan! You'll do well to remember that, yes?!" the boy shouted from the window.
"Yes, of course! Goodbye Aslan!" She yelled back as he became smaller and smaller, soon fading into a memory. What a peculiar name, she thought as she stared after the blank horizon.
"Evelyn!" A young girl's voice exclaimed causing her to look back towards the busy streets. Running towards her were four children that Evelyn recognized without a second glance towards the bunch.
"Cousins!" She called as she took off towards the four. Her eldest cousin, Peter, was the fastest out of the bunch and reached Evelyn first lifting her into his arms. The other three, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy reached her all at once enveloping her completely in their arms.
"It's so good to see all of you!" She said, her laughter filling the air. They all stepped back and Peter leaned down grabbing her luggage. When she was free of her cousins, her aunt came forward and gave her a warm hug.
"My, have you grown! I hope you still like Salmon." Evelyn smiled at the thought of a nice freshly cooked Salmon for dinner and grabbed onto Lucy's hand as they all walked towards their home, well, Evelyn's home for the time being.