Author's Note: So I've been waiting to start this and finally got around to it. I hope you like it!


Disclaimer: I only own Aaryn Gold (pronounced the same as Erin or Aaron).

Chapter 1- Of Bombings and Trains

I, Aaryn Gold, was playing chess with Edmund on the living room floor when the warning sirens for an air raid went off. Wide-eyed, we ran to the window in horrified fascination. We watched as bombs hit nearby homes and businesses and exploded. The ground was quaking and I felt sick to my stomach.

My parents are out there! I thought, panicking. My parents should be picking me up sooon! Where are they!

"Edmund! Aaryn! Get away from there!" Mrs. Pevensie cried out, pushing us away from the window and closing the drapes. "Peter!" she called. She grabbed both of our arms. "What do you think you're doing?"

"My parents!" I cried frantically.

"They'll be fine, Aaryn." she said. Just then, Peter ran into the room.

"Peter, quickly, the shelter now!"

"Come on!" He yelled, grabbing our hands.

"Wait!" I cried. A necklace my mum had given me for my birthday was on the ground and I reached out for it.

"Come on, leave it!" He yanked us out of the room, empty handed. Just then, Susan and Lucy came running down the stairs in a rush and we all followed Mrs. Pevensie to the bomb shelter.

"Come on, quickly!" she yelled. There were numerous shouts of "Run!" and screams as bombs dropped nearby.

"Wait! Dad!" Edmund yelled, he turned to run. Peter made a rough grab at his shirt, but missed it. "Ed!" he yelled.

"Edmund, No!" Mrs. Pevensie yelled frantically as Ed dashed to the door. Peter took off after him, calling over his shoulder.

"I'll get him!"

"Peter, come back!" The two boys dash inside the house. I stood with Susan and Lucy in shock. What if a bomb hits while they're in there?

"Hurry girls, into the shelter." Mrs. Pevensie said, ushering us in. She stood at the door as the three of us piled onto a bed and Lucy erupted in tears.

"Come on! Hurry!" I heard Mrs. Pevensie cry and turned as Peter shoved Edmund in and followed after him. Edmund was breathing heavily and laying on the ground, a picture of their dad in his hands.

"Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!" Peter rants and I throw him a glare.

"Why can't you think of anyone but yourself?" I yelled angrily and rose from the bed. "Can't you see he's upset?" Peter fumed angrily.

"Why you little-"

"Stop it!" Mrs. Pevensie yelled, then turned back to Edmund. "Shh. It's okay." she cooed as she gathered him into her arms.

"Why can't you just do as you're told?" he said to Edmund. Then turned in a huff and slammed the door. I went over to Edmund as soon as his mom moved to check on her daughters.

"Are you alright?" I asked, draping a blanket over his shoulders.

"I'll be fine." he answered, then opened up his hand and stretched it out to me. In it was the necklace my mum had given me.

"Oh, Ed!" I cried excitedly, wrapping my arms around him with a smile. "You don't know how much that means to me!" I clasped the necklace around my neck. It was a single square diamond on a chain that my mother had found when she was younger. She gave it to me when I turned twelve.

The next day, we headed to the train station. They were evacuating the children to the countryside. I had still received no news of my parents, but Mrs. Pevensie said that she would send me a letter as soon as she heard word from them. Right now, she was attending to Lucy.

"You need to keep this on darling. Alright?" she said as she pinned on a tag to the youngest daughter's shirt. "You warm enough?" Lucy nodded. "Good."

"If Dad were here he wouldn't make us go." Edmund said.

"I Dad were here and the war was over then we wouldn't have to go." Peter answered. I rolled my eyes and Edmund sent him a glare.

"You will listen to your brother. Won't you, Edmund?" Mrs. Pevensie asked him. Edmund huffed, defeated. His mum stood and tried to give him a kiss on the cheek, but Edmund turned away. I felt horrible. It wasn't her fault he had to leave. I wish my mum were here to see me off. She turned to me.

"You too, Aaryn." She said with a smile. She adjusted my coat. "Try not to fight with Peter too much. And be a good friend to Edmund, he needs it." she said sadly. She kissed my forehead and I smiled. She always was like a second mum to me. She spoke to Peter and Susan then shooed us off as the conductor yelled.

I walked beside Edmund as Susan tried to grab his hand.

"Hey. Get off! I know how to get on a train by myself." he yelled. I pushed him forward.

"Stop being a baby, Ed." I said.

"May I have your tickets, please? Tickets please." A woman asked Peter, but he'd been distracted by another train unloading soldiers. No doubt looking for his dad.

"Peter." Susan reprimanded, pulling the tickets from his hand and handing them to the woman, smiling apologetically. They passed through and found their compartment with two other children already in it. They sat sullenly. I sat between Ed and Lucy as the train started moving. I ran my hands through my short blonde hair that reached just above my shoulders, trying to comb out the tangles as I watched the countryside rush by.

It wasn't long before the two children were dropped off. I watched as some adults checked their tags and herded them off. Lucy moved to sit by Peter and laid her head on his shoulder. We all looked at him with wide eyes.

"It's an awful lot like cattle herding." I said under my breath.

"Perhaps the Professor will be a kind man." He said reassuringly. Susan held my hand comfortingly and I felt myself relax. Maybe he would be.

"Coombe Halt! Coombe Halt!" The conductor yelled. Peter grabbed each of our suitcases and handed them to us before leading the way. We followed closely and came out on a rickity platform. The train blew its horn a few times before heading off.

We all stared at the sign. It said Coombe Halt, but we were in the middle of nowhere. We heard the sound of a car engine, picked up our bags and ran down the steps of the platform, waving at the car. They honked twice and kept going.

"Well they were genteel." I rolled my eyes.

"The Professor knew we were coming." Susan said, unsure.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled." Edmund said, examining his tag. Just then we head a woman making a clucking noise with her tongue as a horse clip-clopped down the road toward us. She stopped in front of us.

"And whoa. Whoa." She looked at us expectantly.

"Mrs. McCready?" Peter said hesitatingly.

"I'm afraid so." We looked at each other. This lady did not bode well with the 'professor is a kind man' theory.

"Is that it then? Is that all you've got?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. We all seemed to be tongue tied, except Peter.

"Yes, ma'am. It's just... us." he answered.

"Small favors." she said condescendingly and jerked her head toward the carriage, signalling us to get on.