The Son of Aslan: Winter Equinox

Summary: Ten years ago Dylan Aslan was kidnapped from his mother when Aslan disappeared from Narnia. The Pevensies come to Narnia and it slowly starts to break the curse that was laid upon him by Jadis.

Pairings: Peter Pevensie/Dylan Aslan, brief Aslan/OFC Alana Truelove, onesided Jadis/Aslan

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The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe: 1000-1015 NY, 1940 HY

Prologue: Introduction

Solstian village, North of Aslan's How, 990 NY (Solstian is a village of my own creation.)

A child, no more than five years old, ran happily, giggling with innocence that radiated off of him. His golden blonde hair moving with the wind and his gold eyes glittered with happiness. He stopped running as a butterfly went by him. He let out a childish laugh and held out his hand with his fingers extended out. The butterfly landed gracefully on the tip of his index finger. The black and blue creature looking at him with its beading eyes.

The butterfly flew off as someone stood directly behind him. His gaze was taken away from the flying creature was flecks of snow started to fall around to the already snow covered ground. He looked up at the newcomer. The newcomer was a woman with long flowing twirled dirty silver-blonde hair. Her eyes were a dark brown with a hint of blue. The child didn't know how it was possible for the two colors but he loved it. The woman was tall, standing at nearly six foot tall. She was wearing a thick baby blue lace dress that went passed her feet and onto the white-blanketed ground.

"Hi miss." The child said, waving gently as he hid his face bashfully behind his hand.

"Now, now.. no need to be shy. My name is Jadis," she paused, kneeling beside the child. He reached up and poked the ice crown that was in her hair. It was mostly out of curiousity. "And I'm the Queen of Narnia. Now that you know my name.. may I know yours?"

"Dylan Embry Winter Aslan." The blonde child whispered. A smirk came to the White Witch's face. Finally she had found the child of the Great Lion.

"Dylan. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful child." Jadis said. She reached into the furs that she was wearing and pulled out a crown of ice frozen flowers. She placed it on his head and he smiled at her. "Now, like me, you are royalty."

Dylan smiled at her. "I'm a prince!" He exclaimed and giggled.

"Dylan!" The blonde child looked over his shoulder to the home that he lived in. Alana Truelove, his mother and maiden of Narnia, had walked out of the home. Alana had long flowing blonde hair that went almost to her waist and cerulean blue eyes. She wore a traditional Narnian dress that matched the color of her eyes and jewels were strung through her hair. She was carrying a basket full of different herbs and materials. Her eyes fell onto her only child and the White Witch. She let out a loud gasp and the basket fell from her hands, spilling the contents all over ground. "Jadis!?" She took a deep breath and started to walk towards her son. "Dylan, go inside." Fear was etched in her voice. Dylan looked between his mother and Jadis. "Dylan, now." Dylan nodded and complyed.

A strangled gasp made him turn around. "Mummy!" He yelled, watching his mother collapse to the ground uncouncious.

Jadis stood with eyes laying upon the young maiden. She kneeled down by the woman and muttered to where only Alana could hear, "I want you to feel the pain of losing your only child, the one thing that will take down that retched lion once and for all. I will let you live just for this moment." the White Witch turned and looked to the child.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Dylan." Jadis said, walking forward towards the child. Dylan stepped backwards in fear. Jadis raised her ceptor from her side but turned to the side with the shorter end up. "You're coming with me." She whispered. She placed the end between Dylan's eyes and a blue light engulfed the child. The light swirled around him. His eyes glew completely blue before they slipped shut. His hair went from golden blonde to platinum blonde, just a shade short of white. The tips of his hair freezing over with ice. His eyes slowly started to flutter open, revealing pools of silver-ultramarine. "My little Embry."

Dylan slid his hand into Jadis' outstretched hand and the two started to walk away. "Mummy.." He whispered. Jadis picked him up and placed him on her hip. She walked by the unconcious body of Alana and glared down at her. She scuffed and made the rest of the way to the sleigh with a confident stride. Her plan was so far working.

London, England: Finchley 1945 HY

Enemy planes soared overhead, dropping bombs in their mist. A young boy, age twelve, stood staring out his living room window in astonishment. Sirens roared loudly outside as he looked around. Catching sight of the lights that were looking for the German planes. A middle aged woman came rushing in, gasping at the sight of her youngest son at the window. "Edmund! Get away from there!" Helen Pevensie rushed forward and pulled the brunette boy away from the window. "Peter!" She hollered. Another boy, around sixteen years old with blonde hair and blue eyes, came rushing in to aid his mother. "What are you doing!" She shouted at Edmund. Helen looked to the blonde teenager and rambled. "The shelter. Hurry."

"Come on! Let's go!" Peter said and grabbed ahold of Edmund and jerked him along. Helen grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and a flashlight and followed her sons out of the room.

"Mummy!" Nine year old Lucy sobbed from her bed, covering her ears from the sound of the bombs hitting the houses and ground around them. Her older sister, Susan came rushing into the room with a flashlight in hand.

"Lucy! C'mon!" The fifteen year old girl grabbed ahold of the youngest Pevensie's hand and pulled her from her bed and drug her from the room. The family rushed outside and towards the shelter.

"Wait! Dad!" Edmund suddenly yelled and broke away from his family. He fought against his brother's hold on him and managed to get free. Helen screamed out his name fearfully but he ignored it and kept going.

"Ed!" Peter called after his brother, watching the brunette run back towards the house. "Don't worry, I'll get him." He called back as he ran forward, also ignoring as his mother called out his name. He finally caught up to his brother when they entered the family room. Edmund grabbed ahold of an item from the shelf when Peter encircled his arms around him and went crashing to the floor; just as a bomb hit nearby causing the window the shatter and cover them in shards of glass. "C'mon, you idoit!" Peter yelled, grabbing ahold of Edmund's wrist, hard enough to leave a bruise.

The two ran from the house and as fast as they could to the shelter. Once Edmund flung the door open, Peter pushed him down onto the bed out of anger. "Why did you have to do that! You're so selfish! You could have gotten us killed!" Peter yelled, looking at his brother. Helen was kneeled beside the second youngest Pevensie, checking on him to make sure he was not injuried when she finally cut in.

"That's enough!"

Peter sighed and looked at what Edmund's eyes were on. It was a picture of their father, who was currently away serving in the war. "Why can't you just do as you're told?" He gained no reply from his brother so he just turned and slammed the shelter door closed.

Author's Note: Here is the prologue of the rewrite of the Son of Aslan! I hope you guys like it! I renamed Raine, Dylan and restarted the storyline and I'm actually starting to plan out what I want to do with it. This was an introduction of all the characters. It will follow the events of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.