Psarnia belongs to Walden etc, Narnia belongs to Lewis. The narrator and other bits belong to me.

This Is

It is no longer a children's story, yet is known by many all over the world. Perhaps you have heard of it, the land of which I will speak.

I cannot speak as an inhabitant of this land, for I did not live there. Yet I have seen it.

Let me tell you of this land:

This is the land of the lamppost, the table, and the wardrobe. The land of the castles, the woods, and the seas.

This is the land of the blond and the brown, the black and the auburn. The land of the gold and the silver.

This is the land of the brown and white, the savior and star.

This is the land of quests and adventures, of unintelligent Dufflepuds and evil mists, of fighting and protection and destruction, of foolish people and foolish ideas.

This is the land ravaged by the White.

This is the land of the Clear Northern Sky, the Radiant Southern Sun, the Great Western Wood, the Glistening Eastern Sea and the Lone Islands.

This is the land which was once conquered by cruel foreigners, yet restored by one of their descendants.

This is the land of the practical and sarcastic mouse, who spoke with a modern tone, who employed irony and dry humor, and who entered Aslan's Country.

This is the land of the valiant girl who was crowned queen at eight, who found the land again for the first time, who was the peacemaker, and the one who led them both in and out.

This the land of the just boy who was crowned king at twelve, who fought with his brother, who found the land second, who became a traitor and was forgiven, who broke the wand, and who proved himself.

This is the land of the gentle girl who was crowned queen at fifteen, who acted as mother, who was always practical and logical (sometimes to a fault), who frequently belied her title, and who flirted with the dark-haired savior.

This is the land of the magnificent boy who was crowned king at sixteen, who was a leader, who tried to be a father until he learned better, who had much trouble accepting that his reign was over but finally succeeded, and who led the troops to battle.

This is the land of the bratty boy who at fifteen was pulled into a different world against his will, who was an annoying prat, who became a dragon, who flew alongside the ship and made himself extremely useful, who became a human again, and who became somewhat nicer because of it.

This is the land that they remember often. After all, four of them lived here for years and one became a dragon. They won't forget that. They'll never forget how it changed them.

This is their home.

This is Psarnia.

And so it is.

Kept it strictly limited to what has been shown in the movies. The children's ages were, as is commonly done in Psarnia fic, based on the actors' appearances in LWW and DT. I am notoriously bad at guessing age from appearance, but it's obvious that they weren't meant to be eight/ten/twelve/thirteen in LWW or ten/twelve/nine in DT.

For the one that Was, read on...