"What's your name?" the boy asked.
"Phyllis," the girl lied. She had no interest in the weird boy, so with a tight smile she looked down at the magazine still in her hand.
"Susan!" called another girl, younger than the first, around the age of fourteen. Said girl, 'Phyllis,' turned around and saw her younger sister running up to her with her suitcase flying everywhere.
Now, Susan's first thought was of the boy finding out her real name, as were the many troubles of a seventeen year old girl, but when she saw the look on her sister's face, she instantly forgot about the boy.
"You'd better come quickly!" the younger girl cried. Susan picked up her own suitcase and ran after her sister. They crossed the street and went down the stairs into the subway.
"What is this Lucy?" Susan asked her as they got to a large crowd. There was no need to answer though, because as the pushed their way to the edge of the center ring, Susan caught sight of her older brother in another fight. He was against three others and was being badly beaten. He caught the girls' eyes as he was trying to catch his breath, and shamefulness passed through his eyes as he saw Susan's disapproving look, and Lucy's worried one.
Just as he was being thrown to the ground yet again, another boy, their brother, who was older than Lucy and younger than Susan, pushed entirely through the crowd, and jumped on a back of one boy, officially entering the fight.
"Edmund!" Lucy yelled, but it was no good. Even if her brother had heard her over the chanting children cheering on the fight, he wouldn't have stopped. As both boys were now being tossed about, another person entered into the ring.
"That's enough! Shoo, the lot of you!" cried the person. All fighting and yelling ceased, but no one moved. She was, after all, just a girl. "I said GO!" she nearly screamed. Something flashed in her eyes that everyone except the family of four could see, and they ran from the premises as quickly as they could. Once they were all gone, she held her hand out to the fallen older boy. "You really should be more careful and forgiving, that not everyone knows who you are, High King Peter," she said as she pulled him up.
"What are you talking about?" Edmund asked the girl. He watched her closely, calculating. She looked about his age, 15, he thought, and was actually quite pretty. And she truly was. Her hair was long, down to her waist, and a sort of light brown that seemed to glow, faintly reminding the children of a lion's mane. Her eyes were a deep, bright blue that looked like the clearest blue ocean in Narnia. Her face was flawless and wasn't pale nor tan, but an interesting sun-kissed color that seemed to softly gleam. 'Breathtaking,' he decided.
"Oh, I'd be a terrible Narnian if I didn't know about the Golden Age," she sighed, with a subtle hint of sarcasm.
"Then who are you? And why are you in our world?" Lucy asked. The children watched as the smile on the stranger's face grew.
"A friend. And I came to tell you to be nice to the dwarf and the boy. They've had it pretty rough." And with that, she curtsied low and smiled. Then she turned on her heel and walked straight through the wall of the subway station.
"Did you see that?" Peter asked.
"Yes, I did! What was it?" Lucy replied.
"I'm not sure, the color though . . ." Susan started.
"Her eyes turned gold!" Edmund realized.
"It looked like . . ." Lucy sighed
'Aslan' the children thought.