*Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA I do, however, own my characters Lily and Serena. Speaking of them, I am trying my best to NOT make them Mary-Sues, if anyone thinks they are feel free to let me know!

This story takes place during the movie Prince Caspian (for about 3/4 of it) and I know some people don't like that, but that is simply the time frame I envisioned it taking place in. FYI I did re-write the first chapters a little bit (redoing a few scenes) so if you read the original ones I might suggest re-reading them if you wish to (I did add a few things that will come up later). But anywho, enjoy the story and review! :)

The London train station was usually a calm place. The average person would be able to sit on a bench, drink his coffee and read the post whilst waiting for his train. The usual hustle and bustle of the train station would rarely bother a man such as this. However, this simple man could tell his serenity was about to be ruined when a particularly haughty looking boy and his friends bumped into a certain blonde waiting for his younger siblings.

The blonde boy turned around slowly, "yes?" An oddly authoritative tone entwining itself in his voice, "Is there something you want?" Although the boy had a somewhat muscular tone to him, he wasn't nearly as big as the boy he was arguing with, yet he didn't seem concerned.

"Yes, in fact," the larger fellow gave a quick head jerk to his buddies. There were 3 of them, none of which were as large as their leader, and each possessed a relatively unattractive feature.

"We'd enjoy it if you wouldn't stand in the middle of the walkway; some of us have to go places." One of the boy's scrappier friends made a sharp high pitched laugh as the blonde boy answered, "Well, you could always go around."

The boy made a hand gesture indicating the area around him, as if giving a step by step demonstration about where to walk. The larger boy went beet red, "I think," he started gesturing to his buddies, ignoring the blonde's comment, a hint of anger seeping through his words, "that you should apologize for blocking the way."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," the large boy was getting closer to the blonde as one of his buddies cracked his knuckles.

The simple man on the bench could tell things were going to get bad fast, so he picked up his coffee and newspaper, and speed walked away from the area. He was right too, because no sooner had he walked off the blonde boy, whose name was Peter, gave the larger boy, whose name is really of no importance, a large shove out of the way. This act, as they usually do, caused the group to become enraged and a fight to begin.

Now Peter's younger sister Lucy, who had been using the toilet during the whole thing, emerged from the bathroom to see her brother amongst a show of flailing limbs and bodies. These sorts of things were becoming a habit of Peter's, and Lucy getting right a tired of it. But Lucy, being Lucy, was terrified for her brother and ran off to find her older sister Susan.

A crowd had started forming around the group, many of were screaming "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Edmund, who had been in the bathroom as well, came out with no sister in sight and his brother in yet another fight. Well, being a former king, it was in Edmund's nature to aide his brother in all battles, even as simple as a street scuffle. So he pushed his way through the screaming crowd to go to join his brother, hearing his youngest sister call out his name as he flung himself into the spectacle.

Peter was being pushed against the floor whilst Edmund jumped onto one of the offenders' backs, right when a loud whistle caused everyone to find the fight a million times less interesting. A heavyset police officer with a green cap covering his bare head pulled the leader off of Peter, furiously yelling at the blonde boy to act his age. A few other police officers helped break up the fighting boys as the crowd hastily dispersed, leaving only 2 worried and annoyed queens, two bruised kings, and a bench.

The four Pevensie children moved their bags to a brown bench in the train station. Three of them were currently sitting on it, replaying the recent events in their heads. Edmund, who had just finished moving his luggage, plopped down next to Peter and angrily mumbled, "You're welcome."

Peter had not yet thanked his brother for helping him in his fight, not like her ever did. "I had it sorted," he spat back; not about to admit to anyone that he needed his younger brother's help; he could handle his own fights. Edmund's thin lips curved downward at his brother's remark. For once in his life he wished he would be more appreciated.

Peter stood up and walked a few feet, not looking at his family.

He had a rectangular face with an angular jaw and chin, a feature that, along with his blonde hair and blue eyes, had always made him seem more regal then his siblings. It almost seemed right that he would have the word "High" in his title.

He pursed his relatively large lips, lips that connected his facial features with Susan. He could tell what was coming next, and he really didn't want to have to deal with explaining himself to them again. Fighting had, unfortunately, become a popular thing for him. His mother would receive a phone call at least once a month about how he had punched a classmate or snapped at a teacher. It was bad enough having to explain himself to her, she didn't know anything about Narnia and thought something was actually wrong with her son. He was making her stressed, making them all stressed.

He looked out at the bare train tracks, wishing the train would just come. The craziness of boarding a train almost always took his siblings' minds off anything except not losing each other in the crowd. Peter looked blankly at these tracks as Susan whined, "Why did you do it this time?"

Peter sighed and turned around, "he bumped me."

"So you hit him?" the youngest exclaimed, figuring her brother would be more mature than that.

"No," Peter replied, "After he bumped, his group of arrogant friends tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him." He realized this wasn't much better as his siblings rolled their eyes, "Really is it that hard just to walk away?" Susan was finding it harder and harder to believe how immature her older brother was. Didn't he know that when someone wishes to initiate a fight with you, the best policy is always to not respond and simply ignore them?

"I shouldn't have too!" Peter cried, as if answering her internal question, "I mean, don't you ever just get sick and tired of being treated like a kid!"

"Uhm we are kids" Edmund reminded his brother.

"Well I wasn't always," Peter stood up a little straighter as he said this. He, like his siblings, had experienced something that he figured no children ever had. They had ruled the land of Narnia for years, and as a result, had become adults. (Only into their 20's, but still) However, one day when he and his siblings had been out hunting for the infamous White Stag, they came across a familiar lamppost. A stupid lamppost. As a result they were strangely drawn back into their own world, emerging from the wardrobe they had entered many years before. They returned, however, the same age they had been when they first entered Narnia. He was 16, Susan was 15, Edmund was 14, and Lucy was 12. Although his mind managed to turn back into that of a teenager's, he still held on to that bit of maturity he had as High King. Maturity that was both a blessing and a curse.

The children on the bench looked at each other, understanding how their brother felt, for they had felt the same way.

"A whole year has gone by," Peter continued, returning to his seat between Edmund and Susan. "How long do you think he'll keep us waiting?" Susan crossed her arms, "Peter you need to accept that we live here, it's no use pretending any different."

Peter shook his head in disagreement, but decided to not continue the conversation; they had had it so many times before. It had become like a broken record, the same words, the same tone, the same points that they tried to beat into his head. After a while he just tuned everything out, finding himself thinking about the very things they were trying to make him forget.

He ran his hand through his hair, slightly messing up his nice side bang in the process. He was a pretty well groomed boy. His hair reached just above his ears in length and luckily was able to keep itself from flying every which way. He had naturally curly hair however, so occasionally (like times when his heart-rate was elevated or it was a humid day) it would curl a bit around the edges. Needless to say, he managed to be a handsome young man.

He placed his hand back on his lap and began to space out, thinking about the holiday he would be having.

After returning home, he and his family were going to their neighbor (and close family friend's) country house for their two month holiday. The middle aged lady, who 's name was Elizabeth Harris but insisted that they call her Aunt Lizzie, had no children of her own and a recently late husband who left her a large country home, and instead of spending the holiday alone, she had invited the Pevensies to spend it with her.

She was a very nice woman (she loved Lucy, saying many times how she would be glad to adopt her if it ever need be), but Peter was often irritated by her involvement in his personal life, frequently suggesting he go on blind dates with random girls she just happened to know. He always turned these down, (he was never one for blind anything) but she hadn't given up yet. He figured that if he managed to get a girlfriend on his own this year she would stop harassing him, but he found that girls just weren't as interesting here. It was hard to love someone who would never be able to completely understand him.

During his thoughts Peter had managed to tune out some of his siblings' conversation, but tuned himself back in when Lucy randomly screeched "Ow!"

Susan looked at her sister, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, "quiet Lu."

"Something pinched me!" Peter was the next to feel the odd sensation, but he thought it was Edmund, "Hey stop it" "I'm not touching you!"

"Will you all just- what is that!" Susan exclaimed as she too felt the sensation. Edmund jumped up as well as Lucy happily said "It feels like magic!" As cheesy as this comment was it clicked something in Susan's brain that caused her to suggest that they all hold hands. Edmund refused to hold his brother's (like an annoying teenage brother would), but the weird wind that was starting and the anticipation of what was to come ended with him giving in.

The walls started to peel back as the train station, which was no longer a train station, began to fall apart and a bright light emerged in front of them. As their eyes adjusted, they saw that the light was indeed a beautiful beach that was now in front of them. They looked at each other with gigantic toothy smiles, they were in fact again in Narnia, and did not waste any time before enjoying it.

Meanwhile, close by in Narnia, a young girl was going for a stroll in the forest. She sang sweet tunes from her memory as she enjoyed the scenery. Despite the current circumstances of Narnia, this girl always had a way of making the earth smile with her, a feature she had to be secretly joyful of.

She pulled a loose strand of blonde hair from her face as she bent down too smell a rose bush. She had just cupped a flower in her hand and began lifting it to her nose, when she got a feeling. It was that twitchy feeling you get when you feel as though you've forgotten something. She searched her brain for something that she had forgotten, when the feeling changed. It changed to a feeling of longing, a longing to go to The Ruins. She wondered why on Earth she would long to go there, but knew it must be important. She sighed and released the flower, accepting that she would have to save her flower smelling for another day.

So there ya go, the first chapter!

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