A.N. Oh my Aslan, another started fanfiction without finishing the others. I will finish the others eventually. I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia, sadly, because if I did, there would be a lot more Edmund in it.
Narrator POV
Helen looked at her five children adoringly. They were all so different and special in their own way.
Peter was the oldest at 13. He was strong and smart. He was the obvious leader and knew it too. He could be cocky. He had wheat gold hair and shining blue eyes like the sea. Susan was lovely and beautiful at age 12. She had dark brown hair that flowed down to her waist and the same eyes as Peter. She was the smartest out of all of them, and was always looking out for her siblings. She was often a mother hen, and sometimes took it to the extreme, but she meant well.
Charlotte was the middle child at 10. She was Edmund's twin, older by ten minutes, and like him in so many ways. They were both stubborn and clever, but Edmund was more sullen and mischievous. He got into a lot of trouble, while Charlotte tried to keep him out of trouble. They looked so much alike, much different from their siblings. They both had jet black hair and black eyes. Their pale freckled skin was in such contrast to their tan siblings.
Charlotte was a little strange compared to her sisters, Lucy being her second one. In public, she wore pretty dresses and hair bows, but at home, she was so much like a boy. She would wear Peter's outgrown clothes and roll around in the mud with her brothers. Susan would complain that she was being very unlady like, but she didn't care.
Lucy was the youngest at 9 and very curious. She was so very sweet and kind to everyone, even her outcast, sullen older brother. She acted very young and innocent, childlike, but not immature. She was a treasure. She had light brown hair and Peter and Susan's eyes, glowing with delight.
Helen was snapped out of her thoughts by the whirring of the sirens. The children's eyes widened as they clambered to grab their toys to bring to the bomb shelter. Running out the door, the children looked above to see Nazi planes circling the sky in daunting numbers. Diving into the shelter, they slammed the door and hunkered down until morning.
NARNIANARNIANARNIANARNIANARNIANARNIANARNIA
A train whistle drowned out the sound of Lucy's tears as she hugged her mum goodbye. Helen offered her a last small, sad smile before turning to her second youngest. She tried to kiss Edmund's cheek, but he shied away from her affection, so she was content with kissing his temple. She next turned to her middle child. Charlotte, for once had a serious look on her face. She wasn't crying, but she wasn't smiling. She let go of Lucy's hand for a moment to hug her mother. Helen bent down to kiss the top of her head as she grabbed Lucy's hand once more. Helen turned to meet Susan's tearful gaze before hugging her, telling her to be a big girl. Lat she turned to her oldest, Peter. He had silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he hugged her, promising to look after the others. With one last nod and a watery smile, she sent her children on the train to the country, to the professors.
Once seated in their train car, Lucy burst into tears clinging onto Peter's arm. He lifted her into his lap, hugging her and glanced over at Susan, who was focused on the twins. The twins had taken the bench across from the others. They were looking at each other, having, what the others liked to call, a silent conversation. They could talk to each other with only their eyes and understand each other. They nodded at each other before grasping hands and looking out the window.
Holding hands was the only form of affection Edmund could tolerate, and only with his twin. Maybe it was because she was the only one to really understand him, or maybe it was because he liked her best no one knew, but they were just happy to see him showing any emotions other than anger at all they didn't care who it was to.
After the hours on the train, they finally reached their stop and got off. Alone, the children walked down the steps, looking back and forth, confused as to where they were supposed to go.
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled", Edmund broke the silence looking at his tag. Just as he said that, the snapping of a whip and the clopping of horses came to their ears. An older woman of about 50 (not that 50 is very old) came into view with a horse drawn carriage.
"That's it", she snapped, "haven't you brought anything else".
"No ma'am", Peter replied, "it's just us".
"Small favors." She motioned for them to climb into the back of the cart. Susan, Lucy, and Charlotte clambered in with the help of Peter, before he climbed in after them. Pulling Edmund up behind him, they cart jerked and moved, with a whinny from the two horses.
Within a half hour, a giant mansion came into view, much to the delight of the children. With smirks on all of their faces, even Edmund, they all knew they could have great fun in there.
A.N. So, tell how you like it. I would also like ideas as to where to take any of my other stories in progress. I have ideas as where to go, but I'm not sure exactly how to get there. Comments, suggestions, and criticism are greatly appreciated. Love and hugs.
