Our story starts, in a small town in the British country side, where no one rushes to and fro, no one is trying to hurry time, and no one is trying to slow time. Every one just is, and this is why, almost 17 years ago, a distraught woman settled here after the death of all the people she held dear. And found hope and love again… but that's a different story.

This is the story of a girl, who held much of the hope of the future in her hands, and didn't even know how much would be demanded of her…

ZIZZ ZIZZ ZIZZ ZIZZ*

I rolled over and glared at the offending noise maker, to lazy to get up and turn it off. I continued my glaring until I heard my mom.

"Ara, if you're not down here in less than five minutes, you're cooking your own breakfast!" I transferred my glare to my door. I knew for a fact that you can not hear my alarm from downstairs in the kitchen, especially not if the cretins were up, I swear, mom had to have super hearing and eyes in the back of her head…

"Ara…!"

"Be down in a minute Mum!" I rolled out of bed and hit the floor running.

15 minutes later I was running through the kitchen with my still wet hair, snagging my two pieces of toast and two travel bottles as I headed for the door. Till I felt my legs pinned to the ground.

"And what do you two cretins want?" They looked up at me. "We want to play Ara!" proclaimed Lilly, at seven considered herself the boss of me, even though I had good 10 years on her. Lilly looked up at me, trying her best puppy dog look out on me. With a quick grin, I picked her up and set her in her "special chair".

"Nice try kiddo, but I'm in a rush, archery competition next weekend and I've got to practice." Lilly pouted. I rolled my eyes and swooped Peter up into his high chair, making him giggle as I did so. "Look to make up for I'll tell you a Narnia story before you go to bed, ok?" Lilly and Peter were all smiles as I headed to the door, planting a kiss on Mom's cheek as I passed, taking the opportunity to whisper, "Remind me why we're doing the 24 hour babysitting for Creechard's kids." Mom winced at my nickname for her boyfriend. I felt kinda bad about it, but she should know its just a joke… really the guy's not all that bad… he's been dating her for about a year, and since his house burned down three months ago, his kids had been staying in our house. Thank goodness he had the good sense to find a long-term motel till he got a new place… or a ring…

I glanced at the clock, "I gotta run mom, take care." I kissed her again, tickled Petey on my way out. "When will you be back?" I stopped at the door way long enough to call back to her. "Supper time, see you then, Love you!" With that I was out the door and on my bike and on my way to the school.

That night as Lilly got ready for bed, I walked in to tuck her in to give Mom and Creechard some time alone downstairs.

"Hey Squirt, ready to finish hearing about King Peter's tournament in the Lone Isles?" Lilly nodded excitedly, and for the next 15 minutes I told her the stories I had been hearing since childhood, of valor, and honor, and kick-butt sword fights with giants and Calorman's. Lilly was blinking sleepily when I finished telling her about the High Kings next to last great battle..

"And, when the bear of a man swung his giant axe in a crushing blow aimed at the High Kings head, King Peter rushed him, knocking away his axe and his helm in two mighty blows." I finished the story and kissed her brow, then headed for the door. "Aravis?" I stopped, turning to the tired girl.

"What is it Squirt."

"Why did Miss Susan name you Aravis?" I smiled and shook my head, that was something I had wondered myself when I was Lilly's age. "Mum didn't name me kiddo, my dad did, now go to sleep." I hit the lights, and then jogged down the stairs and out the back door, snagging my bow from its place by the door. I was avoiding mum and Creechard, and I could already tell this was going to be another long nearly sleepless night, so I decided to get in some practice in the archery butt that "the Creep" and my dad had set up for me when Richards wife had still been alive. The steady thunk of the arrows hitting the target was soothing to my ears, and so mechanical that I didn't hear the footsteps coming up the path behind me.

"Hullo there Ara," I felt two large hands cover my eyes, trying to make me miss. "Guess who." I let go of the arrow. It sailed into the target with a satisfying thunk, dead center. I smirked as I shook off my best guy-friends hands.

"Nice try Timo, but not enough." I grinned up at my much taller friend, and then turned to get my arrows. Timothy kept up with me easily, his hands stuck lazily in his pockets.

"Well, I didn't think that that small effort would mess up "Miss Perfects" record." He flashed his own lazy grin, one that was reserved for our quiet rendezvous here in the place between our houses.

"Besides, I'm up against the daughter of Queen Susan, best archer there ever was in Narnia." I laughed at his silly words.

"What do you honestly still believe those fairytales Tim?" I looked at him, "I know we spent a lot of out childhood pretending to be Narnians, but really." I shook me head and turned away from him, not wanting him to even try to read what my face was saying. "It's time to grow up."

Little did young Aravis know how growing up, would soon involve reviving an old "game", an old friend, an old rival, and a new chance

A/N- * Zizz is the sound that my alarm clock makes, and it's the most annoying thing out there….

Please review, tell me what you think, should this idea be continued? Or just modified to a one shot? A series of one shots? Who know, oh... the reviewers do ;)