-A Note from the Author-
Ok, well before you everyone goes up in arms over a few things, let me take time to explain. In this piece of hopefully wonderful fan-fiction, i do not tend to stick with the usual continuity of the Chronicles of Narnia series.
You could treat it as an un-official follow up if you like. One main difference... most probably for me by more colourful with my imagination, is to set it in the present day. Oh, and before you say thing like "So, will the Pevensie children be all old and wrinkly?" I answer straight back saying No! Im treating this fan-fiction following the lines of if the Narnia series itself was set in the present day. And yes i might mess with the continuity and somethings might not add up to the usual Narnia mythology. But at the end of the day it is my wonderful creation and i tend to write how i want to write it. I admit im not the best writer in the world... but i do try my best.
The first chapter is stemming from my own experiences of people bullying my when i was young... but dont worry im not going to make it a "Thou should not bully thy friend" story! Its just to get into the swing of things and to get a feel for the character.
So sit back, enjoy and get sucked in to my depiction of Narnia.
-Prologue-
-Prologue-
The land of Narnia had a long, and in some case very violent history. Many of the people remembered the 100 year winter which brought on the tyrannical rule of Jadis. Also known as the White Witch. This very name struck fear in the hearts off all Narnians. To even survive her presence was a blessing.
Times changed, albeit only for a short time. Then Pevensie siblings were sucked into Narnia through the strangest of means. The wardrobe had given the four the door to the destiny, if only all of them decided to follow it.
The rule of High King Peter, King Edmund, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy spanned decade. This was the golden age of Narnia. But only when the one thing that brought them to Narnia, cruelly brought them out of it.
Narnians thought that were abandoned. But Aslan knew different. The Pevensie four needed to learn to live without Narnia. They needed to enjoy their normal lives, to the fullest as no-one ever knows when they will come to an end.
A year later they were again pulled into Narnia, in a different fashion of course. Narnia was in a state of turmoil. Narnians were thought to be extinct. Chaos was put to order again thanks to the Pevesie's and the new King of Narnia, Caspian.
But one day, tragedy struck. Back in England, Peter, Edmund and Lucy were talking about their times in Narnia and of Susan's betrayal, she now exclaimed that Narnia was nothing other than a childhood memory. She threw it away just like that.
While they were waiting for the next train, it happened. All they heard was screeches of train tracks. Screaming. Darkness. Peter, Edmund and Lucy had been killed that day. The train took their life as quick as it is to bring life into a world. Peter, Edmund and Lucy found themselves lying in a field of the greenest grass, with not a scratch on them. Their lives were claimed in one world. But obviously not in another. They were back. They were in Narnia.
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Susan did not know what to do. The reports, the interviews. The only survivor of her family. Her parents gone in the same tragedy. She knew she must do something. No longer she thought of Narnia. Not once. Until she had to go to the crash scene.
Nothing out of the ordinary. As the remaining survivor she had to. The bodies had to be identified. She did so, her heart breaking when she saw everyone. She knew what she had to do. Look away. Start again. As she walked away, to a new life she noticed something grasped in Peters cold hand. A scrunched up piece of, what look liked... parchment? On it was a mass of ash. No words legible. Except for two. When she read them her heart froze. She knew she had to turn her back. But these words would always be in her mind for ever. They will always haunt her to the day she dies.
Cair Paravel.