Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia story or Its Characters.
CHAPTER ONE
~London University: Politic Debates Class
Outside the sky was pouring, or as the new saying went, it was raining cats and dogs. Thunder roared, lightning flashed its electrical dance across the darkened sky. Though the storm wasn't only outside the University but it was also storming inside Professor Hubert Galitian's Political Debate class.
The class favorite, Anton Jackson, was winning this months debate against is overly outspoken opponent Lucy Pevensie. She was the only girl taking politician classes, after her brother Edmund graduated with Honors in the class before joining the rest of his family at a University in America. Yet no mattered how much she tried, the boys in her class would never cut her a break simply because they all thought the same: A woman did not belong in politics.
"What my opponent, Mr. Jackson, fails to understand is that the war not only cost us millions of dollars in armory, and weapons for our men, but it also put the entire country into debt. One that will take years, if not centuries, to get out of this whole which we have dug." Lucy addressed her male classmates.
Anton Jackson, smirked. "Boys," He said raising his voice as well as his hands. "Leave it to a girl not to know that it's better to show who is on top than who spent the most money." The class cheered. "Money is inevitable, we can always make more."
"Yes, but..." Lucy interrupted. "Without the gold and silver to back up this money, you would basically be submerging us further into debt by spending money we do not have."
"Luc," Anton said looking at her. "You don't get it. Cause you're a chic."
"A chic?" Lucy mumbled.
"We need to show these other countries that we are to be feared. That they have nothing that G.B. can't take." Anton said leaning on his podium smiling at her.
"G.B.?" Lucy asked.
"Great Britain," he scuffed. "Where have you been?"
The bell rang just as Lucy was preparing to speak. She sighed in frustration. As she walked back to her desk and stuffed her books and notebooks in her over the shoulder bag.
"Great job, Monday we will finish up with Mr. Jackson vs. Ms. Pevensie." Professor Galitian called out as the boys, and Lucy, filed out of his class room.
Lucy walked to the giant stairway as she began to descend her curled honey brown hair bounced with every step she took. She gazed out of the window at the rain the pounded against the windows. She sighed again, it was just her luck, recently, that she would forget an umbrella on a day that they promised sunshine.
She felt a pair of lips smack against her right cheek before a familiar "Hey baby."
Lucy sighed. "Anton, one date and a kiss does not make me your baby, toots, love bug, or pumpkin."
"Are you mad that you're losing the debate?" He asked as they reached the main entrance of the University.
Lucy paused and faced him with her hand across the giant bar that blocked her freedom. "Of course, when will you stop using the fact that I am a woman against me in class, and finally give me the proper debate I deserve?"
"Luc..."
"Don't cal me that either." She interrupted him.
Anton held up his hands in defense. "My apologizes. Lucy, when will you except that women just don't belong with the men, especially in politics."
Lucy shook her head as she push the bar down, opened the door, and walked put into the rain. The icy droplets stung at first, causing Lucy to inhale deeply, yet she continued on. By the time she reached the main gate she was soaked through, long curly hair stuck to her skin and clothes to the mid section of her back. Her gray dress clung to her body like a second skin, making it difficult to walk down the sidewalk towards her apartment.
She was freezing by the time she made it to her small place two miles away, and up five flights of stairs. It was a small studio apartment, with a bed, kitchen area, and bathroom. With her scholarship it was the only one she could afford. She quickly stripped out of her clothes and rushed to the corner shower. Once the water was hot enough she leaped in and started rubbing the feeling back into her numbed limbs. She sighed in bliss, than in frustration, for as soon as she warmed up the hot water turned cold. Indicating that her shower was over.
She stepped out after turning off the water, and wrapped herself in her white cotton robe before taking her blue towel and rubbing it over her hair. She was in the mist of brushing her hair when the phone rain. "Hello?"
"Lucy." Came a female voice.
Lucy smiled. "Susan! I can't believe you're calling me. How is your honeymoon?"
"Alaska is breathtakingly beautiful, Luc. I wish you could see it." Susan said.
"Well take pictures and I can. How is Thomas, what is he doing?" Lucy asked.
Susan sighed, "He is trying to captain a ship, but the owner is unwilling to let him steer since he is not a registered captain. How is school?"
"I'll never be as great as Edmund, but I wish I was born a boy." Lucy confessed.
"No you don't. Just give those boys hell and you'll kick butt."They laughed together. "Lucy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Came Lucy's reply.
"Why did you go into politics?" Susan was serious now, their laugh was over. Lucy paused, she really didn't know how to answer, and when she didn't Susan sighed again. "Lucy, the real world isn't like Narnia. Things are just different here."
"I know, Susan, I know." Lucy said pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just have this feeling like I don't belong here, Susan. This isn't my world, this isn't where I belong. I...I..."
She stopped. Where her window once was, there was an ancient carved wooden door. At the top was a gold medallion of a long forgotten friend. "Aslan?'
"What?" Susan called. "Lucy? Lucy, are you there?"
"I have to go." Lucy said absent mindedly as she placed the phone back onto its receiver.
She knew that she shouldn't have seen the door. Her last journey to the dream-like world was to be her last, that was nearly seven years ago. Yet, now standing before her was a door that could only lead to her favorite place of all.
"Narnia." Lucy said as a smile crept over her face.
She approached the door cautiously for she didn't know where she would end up, but at this moment she didn't care. The metal was cold as she pressed it against her palm. With a calming breath she pulled downward on the curved handle until she heard the magical click. The door swung open with an eerie squeaking sound, reveling a long stoned hallway. She stepped inside and slowly began walking. No more was she ten steps into the hallway, that door to her world slammed shut with a deafening bang.
A chill ran up her spine as goose bumps covered her flesh. "Hello?" She quietly asked. Her only reply were the murmurs coming from the other end of the hallway. "Hello?" She called a little louder. She follow the hall until she came to two giant wooden doors with a tiny crack in the middle where the sound was escaping.
"Caspian, we need more time. The Pirates of DeLancore Island wouldn't dare attack us now. Not with your marriage two short weeks away." A deep voiced man said.
"Married?" Lucy whispered.
"I will not take that chance. This wedding will united two great nations. Our Narnians are fading. They are losing their will to survive. I will not loose what little of our history we have left." Came a voice Lucy knew all too well.
Using all her might, she pulled on the right side door and entered the Conference Hall of the castle. Still unaware of her state of dress she walked into the room full of men, where her eyes instantly found the man she held on a pedestal. "Caspian!"
The meeting stopped as all eyes fell upon the strangely dressed woman in the room. The king stood from his throne, his crown sat proudly on his head, his fur lined red velvet cape hung off his shoulders. A finely trimmed beard covered his face, yet he still looked how Lucy had remembered him all these years.
Lucy watched as his confused face turned into one of knowing. He walked down the four steps to the main floor as he approached her. He paused some feet away from her, looking deeply at her face. His smiled wider with a grin that reached from ear to ear.
"Susan."
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