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Evelyn stretched her limbs languidly, blinking blearily through the sleep in her eyes. She had had that dream again, the one with golden lion, and— she strained to remember— it had been speaking to her. Well, that in its own was not strange, for she had often had dreams throughout her life of that same lion, and those same words, though when she awoke she was always hard-pressed to remember what exactly those words were. But this time it was different. The lion had told her...Aha! she thought excitedly, the lion had told her that he would be seeing her soon? No, that can't be right. For one, lions don't talk in real life. In dreams, yes, but in real life? That was preposterous, she scoffed to herself.
"You need to spend less time daydreaming" she murmured.
Evelyn glanced at her bedside table. 3:51 in the morning.
"Ugh! I don't have to be up for at least another 4 hours."
Well, that would have been true if she was still living back home in Harlow, a city about thirty minutes away from London. But she hadn't lived there for about a year now, thanks to Nazi Germany. Her parents were both in the service of the military, her mom, a field-nurse, and her pa, a pilot in the Royal Air Force, so she had been sent to live with some friends of the family in London, the Pevensies. But their father had also been sent off to war, so Mrs. Pevensie was left to take care of 17 year old Peter, 16 year old Evelyn, 14 year old Susan, 12 year old Edmund, and 8 year old Lucy alone. They all helped (well, Edmund less than the others) but even then it got tiring for Mrs. Pevensie. It was strange to think that she had been living with them a whole year already.
She had known the Pevensies since almost as long as she could remember. She and Peter had been introduced to each other by their parents on her first day of primary school, him being a year ahead of her, and they grew to be extremely close friends. He had become her protector, much to her 6 year old self's chagrin, when he had wheedled out of her where the random bruises all over her body had come from. She had had some trouble with the bullies in her class because she was so small, and an easy target for them. But that soon changed once Peter set them right with a few well placed punches. That had not made her happy at all. Not at all. She had insisted she could take care of herself, being the firebrand that she was, but her protestations fell onto deaf ears. And so he had been her self-appointed protector ever since that day, to the point of scaring away potential boyfriends when they had gotten older.
Even when she moved away from London, to Harlow, when she was 11, they had stayed that way, what, with all of the get togethers their parents would have and dinner parties, and shopping excursions that they were mutually dragged to. They had played "Quest for the Holy Grail" and "Slay the Evil Dragon, Rescue the Damsel in Distress" with Edmund added to the game when he got old enough to play, and she, to her vexation, being allotted most usually the role of Damsel in Distress. Even when they got old enough to put away such childish games such as that, Lucy had always demanded that they play with her, much to Evelyn's and Peter's dismay. Peter was her most trusted confidant, but also the only person who can upset her normally cool temper, though he is pretty much the only one who was not daunted by her potent temper once it was stirred.
Susan, on the other hand, was almost like a sister to her, and in her Evelyn found someone with whom she could giggle about boys, which if she did with Peter, would find said boy avoiding her like the plague the next day due to Peter's over protectiveness. They often had sleepovers and such, but when it came to the normal activities that were done, Evelyn absolutely refused to be made over ("If you would just curl your hair like this..."), though she would gladly give Susan one. Susan was always patient with her many mischievous antics and pranks, and managed to calm her down when she was angry with Peter. She was in short, the sister she had never had, even though she constantly was chasing after her to wear more fashionable clothes and the like. Despite their differences in personalities they would do anything for each other.
It was the same with Lucy and Edmund. She often caved into anything Lucy asked, swayed by the big blue eyes that blinked up at her innocently. And with Edmund she was in a constant state of worry over his apt to get himself into problems that had no way of letting go their easy prey, preferring for there to be a mighty struggle before he got free. Combine the two together and you could turn Evelyn into a blubbering toe rag, ready to give into anything and everything, and worrying over them both so much that that she turned her hair white prematurely. Edmund's strange surliness that had been showing its face as of late did nothing to help either. She was either trying to snap him out of one of his moods (though much gentler than Peter) or trying to keep him out of trouble, or both at the same time. Lucy and Edmund may have been a handful, but she loved them both like a brother or sister.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooWOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!!!!"
Evelyn was jolted out of her musings.
"An air raid!! Ugh, not again, why can't those dirty Germans go try to invade someone else. A couple months more of this and there won't be a London to invade!" she exclaimed angrily.
"Come on, we need to get to the safe house!" Susan rushed, jumping out of bed and hurrying her to do the same.
Peter burst through the door of their room like the devil himself was after him.
"Hurry! do you want to stay in one piece or what?!"
"I'm going, I'm going, and yes I quite like my one piece thanksverymuch" Evelyn shot back as she and Peter scampered through the house towards the door to the back door after Lucy, Susan, and their mother, Edmund behind them.
Swinging the door open and racing toward the bunker, Edmund turned back.
"Wait! Dad!" he cried, racing back the way they came.
"EDMUND!" Mrs. Pevensie screeched
"ED, NO! COME BACK!" shouted Evelyn
"I'll get him" Peter said in a resolute voice.
"Be careful!"
Peter sprinted back to the house.
"Oh Ed, why can't you obey for once?" Evelyn said despairingly as Mrs. Pevensie, Susan, Lucy and she sat huddling together on the bed for comfort.
Edmund went flying into the bunker, shoved by Peter in his anger and frustration for his little brother's disregard for his own life, but Edmund clutched his prize that he had risked his skin and that of his brother's for to his chest nonetheless.
"Why can't you think of anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!"
Peter slammed the door to the bomb shelter so hard it raddled on its hinges
"Peter! Don't be so, so, so ugh! You are so insensitive" Evelyn said standing and throwing her hands up in indignation for Peter's comments to Edmund.
"Stop it, both of you! It's okay" Mrs. Pevensie comforted Edmund, drawing him into her lap and making cooing noises to calm him.
"Why can't you just do as you're told!" shouted Peter, ignoring Evelyn's angry remark
"Stop yelling at him! It's not like you always do as you're told!"
"Yes, but at least I don't have a blatant disregard as he does!"
"Evelyn, Peter calm down. He's just scared what could have happened"
Peter was perhaps the only one who did not back down when Evelyn got angry, and right now, Susan was not the only one fed up with this yelling match.
"You are both to do extra chores around the house until you leave for the countryside. Now if I hear one more peep from either of you to each other tonight, unless it is kind, you will get a worse punishment than that. We are all tired and our nerves have been on end from the threat of the Germans, but can you both please just calm down?" Mrs. Pevensie said wearily.
Peter and Evelyn sat down as if in a daze. Go to the country? But that would mean leaving Mrs. Pevensie here, in danger, and without them to help her, while we would be safe in some little cottage, having a dandy time, Evelyn thought, horrified at the thought of leaving the woman who was almost like a second mother to her. Lucy beat her to voicing her thoughts.
"But, Mum, we can't leave you here all alone! And I'll be frightened of the dark if you are not there to read to me." Lucy said with tears in her eyes at the prospect, snatching up her mother's hand.
"Oh, honey, it will be alright, you'll see. Your brothers and sisters are more than able to chase away the monsters in the dark. Besides, you were brave enough to slay the evil dragon, so I'm sure a couple of little beasties won't be able to get the best of you. Oh, come here kids."
Mrs. Pevensie gathered them all to her.
"I'll be fine, you'll see. And I will feel much better if I knew you were all away safe and sound. Don't you worry about me."
"When do we have to leave?" inquired Susan, resigned to the plan.
"In exactly two days. The train leaves at 8 o'clock."
"Please mother? Please can we stay with you?" asked Edmund, not ready to concede so easily.
"I'm sorry, son, but it's not safe for you in London anymore. You children will have to leave. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, but I'm not sorry that you will be safe."
It was settled. They would go to a stranger's house, stay until the bombings stopped, and Hitler gave up, or until he succeeded in his invasion and they all became prisoners of Nazi Germany. Either way it looked as if it would not be a pleasant next few months. But they wouldn't know until they got there. Who knew? Maybe they would encounter an adventure while they were there.
But they had no way of knowing how true that one maybe was.
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