Welcome to The Determined. Once you finish the first chapter it may seem like Joanna is a Mary Sue, but I hope that won't be true in the end. If so feel free to comment or PM me! All reviews are welcome, no matter what. I also accept anonymous reviews for those out there who read, but don't write! Now let's begin the first chapter of this epic tale, but first…

I do not own anything except Joanna and her parents, unfortunately. It would be awesome if I did own Narnia though. I would even write Fanfiction if I did own Narnia.

Chapter One: A Whole New Life

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"Grandma? Can you me the story about the Warrior and the King?" A young child of about six asked.

"My dear, you have heard the story many times." The young girl pleaded with her eyes and soon the grandmother gave in. "I guess one more time won't hurt. Go and fetch the book for me." The girl's face lit up as she ran to get the aged book.

Soon the grandmother and grandchild were snuggled up on the sofa; and then the grandmother began to read.

"Once upon a time in the year of 2008 there was a girl of fifteen…"

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As my parents pulled the car into the driveway of our house I sighed with relief. After driving through the backwoods of Virginia I was happy to be home. As soon as my dad put the car in park I leaped out and my eyes zeroed in on the door.

"Joanna Camille Turner! Do not forget your bags." I rolled my eyes at my mother as I reached back into the car to pull my bags out. My parents were what you could call different, very different. They believed in and practiced witchcraft. Though it doesn't make me love them any less, it made me feel as if I didn't belong. Yet somehow they were there for everything I did. Whether it was gymnastics or school related, they were there for me.

"Jo! Don't roll your eyes at your mother." I playfully stuck my tongue out as I stepped through the doorway. I ran down the hallway and into my room. I looked at my bags in disdain as I blew my long bangs from my blue eyes. An hour later I was showered, unpacked and dressed in a pair of black basketball shorts and a yellow tank top. My parents were nowhere to be found so that meant Eggo chocolate chip waffles for dinner. I popped in my 'healthy' dinner as the thunder rolled outside.

"That is so cliché." Sometimes I swear my mouth had a mind of its own. Once the words rolled off my tongue and out of my lips I heard the voice of my mother in the winds.

"Take her back to a time and place. Where she is –" Her voice was overpowered by the wind that was whipping my mid back length, curly blonde hair around my face. It seemed as if the wind got stronger as I shut my eyes. My world went black for a moment and when I opened my eyes again I was in a different location and in a different time. Memories, my memories assaulted my mind as looked around the living room. It felt as if there was another life that was be shoved into my body. While my appearance hadn't changed, with the exception of my clothing, everything else did. It seemed that in this world I had been living with my friends, the Pevensie family, since my father died and my mother ran off the help the soldiers, almost a year ago. My life had changed completely in an instant. Yet it felt like this was where I belonged. My best friend, Edmund, was staring out the window looking at the scene before him. I let the new memories take over as I crossed the room and stood on my tip toes to look out the window. That was the disadvantage of being only five foot three inches. We stood in silence for a moment taking in the scene.

"Edmund! Joanna! Get away from there!" Mrs. Pevensie yelled as she grabbed us and shoved us out of the window and tugged the curtains closed tightly. "Peter! What do you think you two are doing? Peter, quickly, the shelter. Now!" Peter tugged us away as Mrs. Pevensie grabbed some blankets.

"Let go of me! I am not a child!" My stubborn, independent side was always waiting for a moment to get a word in. Edmund was struggling, trying to get out of Peter's grasp. "Peter! Let go!" He obliged, but we kept running as we met up with Susan and Lucy as we ran out the door. All the screaming was blocked out of my head as I heard Peter yell.

"Ed!" His mother screamed as well, but I kept my eyes train on Edmund's retreating figure.

"Ed! Get into the shelter I'll get him!" The words were rolling off my tongue as I ran after Edmund. Mrs. Pevensie was yelling at us to come back and I heard Peter running after us as I dashed into the living room behind Edmund. Peter pushed me down which in turn made my bump into Edmund. We hit the ground just as an explosion went off, shattering the window.

"Come on, you idiots, run!" Before running off Edmund made sure to grab the picture of his father that he was reaching out for earlier. I was panting as Peter pushed us both into the shelter. "Why can't you think of anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have gotten us killed!" I stood up for Edmund as Peter gave him a major dressing down.

"Hey! Listen to me Peter Pevensie! He just wanted a picture of his dad. He wouldn't have gone back if you hadn't yanked him away from it in the first place. It was your choice and mine to go after him so it would have been our own faults if we had gotten killed! Stop trying to be a man Peter." We were glaring at each other as his mother told us to stop.

She was hugging her youngest son as Peter muttered, "Why can't you just do as you're told?" With that he slammed the door shut. I made my way to Edmund's side all the while glaring at Peter. I knew that we were just on edge and this will be forgotten in the morning, but it was nice to do something other than wait.

The night crept by slowly and eventually only Peter and I were awake. "You asked why he can't do as he's told; the reason is because he's a fifteen year old boy. He is rebelling against your orders to get under your skin. Don't take it personal. I'm sorry about yelling at you. I just needed to release my frustrations." He nodded in understanding. Nothing else was said as I fell asleep next to Edmund, waiting for tomorrow to come.

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The morning came with rushed packing because the five of us were being shipped off to the country. The train station was crowded and I heard mother's all around saying goodbye and crying. I was dressed in a simple black skirt and a yellow button up blouse. My evacuation label was pinned to the lapel of my charcoal grey pea coat.

"If Dad were here he wouldn't make us go." I laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. I knew this was hard on him, but it didn't mean he could be so spiteful.

"If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to." Peter, at seventeen, was trying to be the man of the house and it just wasn't working.

"I'm sure it won't be long before we're back Edmund. Wars always end." I was the mediator between the two. Trying not to take sides, but there were times I chose a side. If this is what teachers and parents go through, I'm not becoming either one.

"You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?" With that Mrs. Pevensie stood and tried to kiss him, but he only turned his head and frowned.

"Joanna?" I set my eyes on the woman. "Please look after Edmund. You are his best friend. He'll listen to you. Be safe." I nodded as wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

"Goodbye Mrs. Pevensie." She gave me a smile and went to say goodbye to the others.

"Alright. Off you go." I was the last in our line, right behind Lucy, who was sniffling.

"It'll be alright Lu. I'm sure we will have lots of fun. We'll be back before you know it." Peter gave me a thankful look as she brightened up a bit. We were moving up in line and as we got to the lady who was looking at our tickets Peter seemed distracted. His eyes were on the soldiers. Susan snatched the tickets from Peter's hands as the woman asked for the tickets again. I passed him as he stopped to comfort Lucy. The doors were shut as we boarded the train. Many children were waving goodbye to their parents and the Pevensie children were no different. I waved a short goodbye and went in search of a compartment. I was shoved to the floor by a boy about a year older than me.

"Watch where you're going!" The boy said as he kicked my suitcase from my hands. I knew I should fight back, but I just couldn't. I got to my feet and began to pick up my suitcase when he kicked it again.

"JO! Have you found a compartment yet?" Edmund walked up and immediately noticed the tension in the air. "What's wrong? What did you do to her?" I grasped his wrist as he lunged forward.

"Edmund it was nothing. No big deal. Let's go." I was yanking on him, but he only stumbled. "He just bumped me. Let's go before your siblings see us." Edmund gave the boy one last glare before stalking away. We soon found his siblings and Susan gave me a questioning look before glancing at Edmund, who was sulking in the corner of the compartment. I gave her a look before mouthing, 'Later.' She nodded and went back to her book. I curled up and I let my daydreams take over. The scenery flew by the window and the other two children in the compartment got off and it was just the five of us. By that time Susan, Edmund and Lucy were on one bench and Peter and I were sprawled on the other. I grasped my satchel and dug through it, trying to find something to do. My hand hit the spine of a book. Not even glancing at the title I immersed myself in the book. It was odd not having my iPod to amuse me on this trip. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew we were at the train station waiting for the Professor to pick us up.

Once we heard an engine sputtering down the dirt path we grabbed our suitcases and raced down the steps. But it was in vain because it was not the professor's car. "The professor knew we were coming." Susan tried to reassure us, but she couldn't even reassure herself.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled." I couldn't help smiling at that. I glanced at him and laughed as I smacked the back of his head lightly. I watched as a stern woman came around the bend with a horse and wagon. She pulled up beside us and gave us a look.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter's voice almost shook as he looked up at her.

"I'm afraid so. Is this it then? Haven't you brought anything else?" She had the stern look on her face that intimidated even the bravest of children.

"No Ma'am. It's just us."

"Small favors." She tilted her head slightly, indicating to get into the wagon. We sat in silence only to be broken by the crack of a whip and Mrs. Macready urging the horse on. We came over the hill and in my sight was a house that seemed to have an almost magical air to it. Once inside Mrs. Macready started talking. "Professor Kirke is not accustomed to having children in this house. And, as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shouting or running. No improper use of the dumbwaiter." We started up the stairs and Susan reached out to touch a statue. She stopped when Mrs. Macready yelled, "No touching of the historical artifacts!"Peter turned to Edmund and me with an amused look on his face. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. No one has ever gotten on to Susan for as long as I knew her. "And above all, there shall be no disturbing of the professor." With that said we followed her to our rooms, Lucy running to catch up.

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"German aircraft carried out a number of attacks on Great Britain last night. The raids, which lasted for several hours, were scattered over many…" The radio was shut off by Susan who was pointedly looking a Lucy. Night had fallen and Lucy was already in bed. I was sitting on the floor by the door with my chin on my knees aimlessly staring at the opposite wall.

"The sheets feel scratchy." Lucy mumbled as she played with one of the blankets. I did not move from my position, just turning my head so I could see the three siblings.

"Wars don't last forever Lucy. We'll be home soon." Everyone was saying that, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that we wouldn't.

"Yeah, if homes still there." Edmund said as he entered, wearing his nightclothes and housecoat. The tone he took when he said those words made me lash my foot out and hit him in the thigh. "Ow! Why did you do that?"

"You're scaring her. There was no need to say that." He sent a nasty look my way as he continued walking.

Susan sighed, shaking her head. "Isn't it time you were in bed?"

"Yes, Mum!"

"Ed!" Edmund sighs as Peter turns to Lucy. "You saw outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's going to be great. Really."

"If by whatever we want does not include running, shouting or something similar." My voice held a playful teasing in it. Even Edmund cracked a smile at that.

"Or touching the historical artifacts!" Edmund threw in as everyone but Susan chuckled.

"Bed, now." As Susan said that I climbed into bed with Lucy. She would have to be in between me and Susan, I don't think she minded. It was like a comfort blanket to her. As Lucy snuggled into my side Susan glanced at me.

"What was wrong with Edmund on the train today?" My eyes danced around the room looking everywhere, but at Susan.

"It was nothing. Some kid bumped me and then kicked my suitcase. He tried to make it seem like I was the one who hit him, but I wasn't. Edmund just came in at the wrong part and tried to beat him to a pulp. I pulled him back before anything happened."

"He's very protective of you, you know." What was she trying to get at?

"Yes, now good night." She shook her head and blew out the candle on the bedside table.

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From my vantage point on the cliff I could clearly see the White Witch's army approaching. My nerves were getting the better of me as I began shaking. What if don't fight hard enough or good enough? Adrina said I was good, but what if good wasn't good enough?

"Edmund? Are you nervous? Do you doubt yourself?" He glanced at me before turning his eyes to the front again.

"Don't doubt yourself; you're good with your weapons. It's alright to be nervous, I know that Peter is." I smiled at that.

"I can't help it. It's in my nature." Peter glanced up at us and his eyes seemed to ask us if this was the right decision. Edmund nodded answering for both of us. I unsheathed my swords as Edmund signaled the Griffins. I watched them soar over head, dropping boulders on the White Witch's army. My head snapped forward as I heard Peter's battle cry.

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We did not, in fact, get to do anything outside because of the heavy down pour. Susan had somehow wrestled Peter into playing a word game, a boring word game. I was draped over an arm chair with my knees bent on one arm and my head resting on the other; with Edmund carving something on the wooden bottom of the chair. The dream I had last night confused me. What did it mean?

"Is it Latin?"

"Yes."

"Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?" Edmund sat up to see his sister's reaction. I was biting my lip to keep from laughing as Susan slammed the book on her lap shut. Lucy rose from her position at the window and started walking closer.

"We could play hide and seek."

"But we're already having so much fun." Yes, you sound like you're having a ball.

"Come on, Peter, please." Lucy begged yanking on his arm. They she went for puppy eyes. No one could resist them on Lucy. "Pretty please?" Peter would give in, I know he would. I know I would. Edmund sighed and rolled his eyes. There was a moment of silence until…

"One, Two, Three, Four…" Hah! I knew he would give in. I jumped from the chair with a big smile on my face.

"What?" Edmund banged his head on the chair leg before sitting up and slamming his pocket knife on the table.

"I wouldn't do that too much more. You may get permanent brain damage." I said slyly as I sashayed out the door.

Now all I had to do was find a hiding spot. Great.

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JOANNA'S PICTURE IS ON MY PROFILE!

That's all for now! If you're confused here is an explanation: Joanna's parents sent her back to the 1940's, but somehow she had a whole new life there. That's why she knew everyone's names. Just to clear it up if you were confused.

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