"Lu, are you ready?" Edmund Pevensie shouted to his younger sister. The bedroom door opened, and out came Lucy, adorned in a very Narnian looking dress, with a bow and arrows. She grinned. "Ready." They walked arm in arm, downstairs, where their cousin Eustace waited for them. He was too was wearing very Narnian looking clothes. As was Edmund, but the latter's were more regal looking. You could say they were fit for a king.

"Ready?" Eustace asked. The others nodded. He opened the door, then taking Lucy's other arm. The trio walked down the street together, until they arrived at the venue at which the annual Medieval Festival was being held. Every year, the town gathered in the centre of town, dressed in medieval garb, and celebrate their history. This year, Lucy was sure she would win the archery competition, she'd been practising. Edmund was also sure he'd win his favourite competition, sword fighting. After all, he'd tied in a duel with Caspian, the undefeated King of Narnia.

Narnia. Oh, how it broke both their hearts just to think of the place. It'd been their home. Time, and time again. And now they were expected to just let go.

But it wasn't that simple. Not in the slightest. They both longed to roam the halls of Cair Paravel, race through the enchantingly beautiful forests, explore uncharted waters and discover new islands.

How all three of them longed to see their old friends again. Captain Drinnian, Gale, most of all, Caspian. And those they would never see again, even if they were to return to Narnia. Mr Tumnus, the Beavers, Reepicheep.

Lucy couldn't help but think, 'How could Aslan do this to us?' After all, he knew they considered Narnia their home more than they did England.

As they pushed their way through the crowds, the three got separated. Edmund shrugged it off, heading towards the sword fighting competition.

Lucy did much the same, but rather towards the archery competition.

Eustace just wandered, hoping to find a comforting familiar face soon. He soon ran into Jill Pole, a schoolmate. They shared a courteous, quite awkward conversation, before heading their separate ways. Eustace heard a crowd cheering, and followed the sound, only to find his cousin in battle with Jack Williams, a young man who spent his time chasing after Lucy.

Edmund didn't like him one bit. Jack was two years older than he. It was a revolting thought. An enormous age difference, and Lucy was disgusted by the thought as well.

As Eustace watched, peering through gaps, he noticed how much better his cousin was. He also noticed the large amount of girls in the crowd, cheering both on. He chuckled, rolling his eyes at the thought. Edmund's much too focused on other things to show an interest in girls. And Jack was too focused on Lucy.

Speaking of Lucy, the young girl was also standing in the crowd, cheering for Edmund. She'd always wanted to be able to handle a sword, but she knew archery was her better sport. Much like her sister, Susan. Although, Edmund had taught her to shoot. She suspected Susan's magical bow probably aided her more than your average bow.

Lucy slowly slipped away from the crowd, heading back towards the archery competition. It was nearly time for her turn. She joined the crowd of people surrounding the targets, watching the young boys compete. Some were quite good.

'Lucy...' The girl heard a deep, regal voice whisper in a quite, almost ashamed voice.

'Lucy... I'm sorry... I've made a mistake... Please, forgive me...'

She looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. But she couldn't see anything.

'Lucy...'

That voice, she knew it. But, from where? Could it be...?

"Aslan?" She whispered in her head.

'Lucy...' The voice began to fade. 'Lucy... They need your help...'

"WAIT! Aslan? What do you mean?" Lucy wailed. What on Earth was happening?

"Lucy!" Came two much more familiar voices. "Ed, Eustace! Did you hear it too?" The boys nodded. "What do you think it means?"

"Lucy," Edmund began, "I think Narnia is in trouble. But this isn't normal trouble. This is something not even Aslan could have expected. This wasn't supposed to happen."

Instantly, Lucy was filled with dread. "Wait, but what did he mean by 'I'm sorry' and 'Please forgive me'?" Both boys shrugged. "Maybe Aslan needs our help." Eustace suggested. "Maybe his mistake was saying you weren't to return." A rush of hope shot through the Pevensie siblings. Oh, how they hoped that their cousin was right.

'Lucy...' The voice was back, and stronger than last time. 'Lucy... You must return... Immediately. With your brother and cousin. In the forest... Now!'

Lucy grabbed the boys hands and pulled them through the crowds. "Lucy, where are we going?" Edmund asked, confused as to where his sister was taking him.

"To the forest. Aslan told me."

He nodded, picking up his pace, now he knew where he was going. As did Eustace. Reaching the edge of the forest only caused them to run faster. The moment Lucy realised Narnia was in trouble, she knew she had to find a way back. It had been two years since they had left Narnia for what Lucy had thought to be the last time. They still hadn't left Cambridge, despite their mother's promises, but they didn't mind it so much after Eustace had been given a bit of a wake up call.

"Where now?" The trio stood in the middle of the forest, scanning every inch of their deep green surroundings. "Over there!" cried Lucy, spotting a tree with an opening in it. They ran towards it, all climbing through the small opening.

Once on the other side, they looked around. Where were they? "Luce..." Edmund said in a disbelieving tone, "does that look like Cair Paravel to you?" Lucy whipped her head around, only to find the castle she once called her home, standing right in front of her, in all it's former glory.

"But, I thought you said Cair Paravel was destroyed by the Telmarines." Eustace said, confused. "Well, it was." Replied Edmund. "Either we're in the Golden Age, or someone restored Cair Paravel."

"But, who?" Lucy asked, also confused. How long had it been in Narnian years since they'd been here last?

"Lucy? Edmund? Eustace?" Came a very familiar, very comforting voice. The three children looked for the source of the voice, and found their dear friend, King Caspian X, standing right before them. "Caspian!" Lucy squealed, running to him, and enveloping him in the biggest, tightest hug she could manage. Oh, how she'd missed him. Caspian returned the hug, lifting her slightly and spinning the girl.

They pulled away, and Caspian greeted the boys with much more manly hugs.

Lucy couldn't resist any longer. As Caspian greeted Edmund, she asked the king, "Caspian, how long as it been since we left? You don't look a day older than when we left."

"Well, the Dawn Treader just returned to Narnia last week. At most, it's been two weeks. What about for you?"

"Two years." Replied Edmund.

Caspian raised his eyebrows. "That's odd. But what's even more odd is that you're in Narnia. Didn't Aslan himself say you weren't to return?"

Lucy nodded. "He said Narnia needed our help. Isn't there something wrong?" Caspian shook his head in response. "No, nothing I can think of."