I've been dwelling on this for a while now, the Champion of Narnia and the protector of the Kings and Queens

A girl of 13 sat on the green grass in her backyard, green eyes focused on a book that rested in her delicate hands. Her bright orange hair was tied back into a fashionable bun that showed the face of maturity that she carried herself with. Her light-yellow dress splayed out around her, her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles on her shoulders and across her nose but only lightly "And once again I find you sitting alone with your nose stuck in that damn book" the orange haired girl sighed and closed her book, her green eyes now trained on the boy standing before her "I see I have finally gained your attention"

"I apologize Peter you know how I can get, once I get lost in a book the real world gets lost to me" she stood from the grass and patted down her dress to rid it of all the dirt and leaves

"I forgive you Anastasia but please don't make it a habit to ignore me" the boy said with an amused smirk

"Yes, yes it will not become a habit I promise" she gave him a small smile "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Can't a man want to spend time with his best friend and possible future girlfriend" Anastasia giggled softly and his not so subtle hint

"You really do love to get straight to the point don't you" said Anastasia with a small blush staining her cheeks

"But I do hope it is true one day" he looked down into her eyes with hope and longing swimming in his blue orbs

"Perhaps…that day may be sooner than you think" she spoke softly to the boy standing before her

"How soon?" he asked eagerly

"Well when I am asked properly then it may even be as soon as tomorrow" she went to leave but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm

"Why not today?"

"I am working at the shelter until dinner tonight" she turned back and kissed his cheek "I bid you farewell Peter" and with that she left with the eldest Pevensie child staring at her. He longed to have her as his, her beauty and kindness called to him, she strived for peace and not war that always resulted in endless death and suffering. He knew she wanted peace but he also knew that she would fight to make sure that it would happen, she was feisty and determined when she wanted something, he loved to look into her vibrant green eyes to see the fire or determination that matched her beautiful hair that seemed to constantly sway as if the wind loved to caress it gently.

"Farewell Ana"

Bombs, so many bombs have destroyed their country and now it was their turn. The Pevensie's all ran out of their house and into their bomb shelter, all but one. "ANASTASIA!" Peter screamed as he looked at his neighbours house that his crush has lived in for many years, now burnt to the grounds and completely destroyed. The eldest Pevensie watched and Anastasia ran from her home in fear "ANA COME BACK!" he screamed to her desperately, hoping she would hear his calls but she did not listen. "DAMMIT!" he screamed once more and ran back into his families bomb shelter

"Peter why did you not come inside alongside your brother, is Anastasia ok?" Mrs Pevensie asked hopefully, wishing with all her heart that the Freemarch child was safe

"She was scared, her house was destroyed and she fled I…I don't know where she is" he looked down to the floor in shame "I couldn't stop her from running away"

"Peter dear it is not your fault" his mother cooed "Why don't you sit with your sisters and console them, they were close to Anastasia just as much as you were" Peter turned his gaze to his sisters were he saw Lucy bawling her eyes out and Susan silently crying.

Edmund was off to the side with a deep scowl on his face. Anastasia was his best friend and Peter did not even try to stop her from fleeing and bringing her here, no, he let her run off to god knows were. She must be feeling terrified, she could be dead for all he knew and it was all Peters fault, he wouldn't care about the excuses Peter made because Edmund knew that Peter could have tried to stop and yet he let his own fear cloud his thoughts "Are you ok Ed?" Mrs Pevensie asked

"No mum I'm not" Edmund growled "If Peter wasn't so scared then he could have stopped Ana from running!"

"I couldn't have done anything Edmund!" Peter shouted back angrily "She was far beyond my reach!"

"She could be dead!"

"And if Peter went after her then he could have been killed aswell" their mother scolded "Now enough of this silly argument, you must all go to sleep" Edmund and Peter glared at each other for a few moments before they went to their beds and forced themselves to sleep

Anastasia was terrified, after the bombs had destroyed her home and killed her parents she fled in hopes of safety. She knew that she should have ran to the Pevensie bomb shelter but her fear had overridden her thoughts and forced her to run into the small park not far from their home, after many moments of running for her life she was completely lost and was cowering in fear. Her body was in pain since many pieces of wood and glass had blown into her skin by the explosion that wrecked her life. "Child..." A voice cooed softly, Anastasia uncurled herself and looked into the eyes of a lion "Do not be frightened"

"D-did you just talk?" she stuttered

"Yes Anastasia I did" the lion replied

"How do you know my name?"

"Because you were called here, it was destined that you would come to this land"

"Where are we" she asked when she saw she was no longer in the park but in a land covered by snow and ice

"You are in Narnia, a land that was once covered in beauty" she looked around for a moment, the snow was beautiful but it had killed all that lived under its surface "Now child let me help you stand, my people can heal your wounds" Anastasia nodded and used the lions mane to pull herself up on her wobbly legs

"Why is this place covered in so much snow?"

"Do not be so hasty Anastasia, there will be a time for me to explain" Anastasia nodded and allowed the lion to help her to wherever

"Who are you?"

"My name is Aslan"

"Aslan, the name suits you" the lion chuckled but said no more