3rd POV
Screeching filled the air, quickly followed by explosions. Houses quaked and trembled beneath the power of the many bombs. Sirens sounded, signaling an attack. Everyone was moving, trying to find shelter.
"Edmund! Get away from there!" Edmund's mother screamed at him, pulling him away from the window where he had been watching the bombs fall. She pulled him away and pulled the curtains to a close.
"Peter," she turned her head away from Edmund as she called for her other son.
"What do you think you're doing?" Edmund's mother grabbed him by the shoulder's trying to shake some since into the poor boy. Another boy ran in, this one taller than Edmund.
"Peter, quickly, the shelter. Now!" Their mother shouted, as Peter grabbed Edmund and started to run.
"Come on!" Peter yelled at his little brother, but Edmund was trying to run the other way.
"Wait!" Edmund yelled.
"Come on! Leave it!" Peter jerked hard on Edmund's arm and Edmund was forced to follow.
Their mother ran around franticly, gathering things to support them through the night.
"Mommy!" A little girl screamed. A young woman ran into the room that housed the little girl.
"Lucy, come on!" Susan screamed, grabbing her younger sister. "Come on, quickly!" Susan yelled, never letting go of Lucy's hand.
"Run!" Peter yelled. "Run!" He repeated.
There was a mix of screams coming from the family as they darted for safety, but the one that stuck out the most was Edmund.
"Wait! Dad!" Edmund turned on his heels and ran back towards the house.
"Ed!" Peter yelled.
"Edmund, no!" The mother shrieked, fearing for her son's life.
"I'll get him!" Peter yelled, running after his brother.
"Peter, come back!" The mother shrieked, now fearing that she would lose two of her children.
"Ed! Come here!" Peter ran faster, trying to catch up with his brother. It was then that Peter heard the sound of something whizzing down to earth – another bomb.
"Edmund! Get down!" Peter yelled and threw himself down to cover Edmund. A bomb hit and exploded, causing the window to shatter.
"Come on, you idiot, run!" Peter pulled Edmund to his feet as Edmund grabbed a framed picture with broken glass.
"Get out!" Peter shoved his brother forward, not wanting him to be dead, but partly wanting him to get hurt. The brothers panted as they ran for the bomb shelter.
"Come on!" Their mother screamed, fear sketched onto her face. Peter shoved Edmund through the door, where Edmund landed flat on his face.
"Why can't you think of anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could've got us killed!" Peter hollered at Edmund, letting his anger boil over.
"Stop it! It's okay. Shh..." Their mother tried to comfort them all, but it wasn't working. They could still hear the explosions, though they were slightly muffled.
"Why can't you just do as you're told?" Peter questioned his voice softer.
He, no doubt, just thought of what would have happened if Edmund hadn't made it out alive. Edmund was trying not to cry, trying to prove that he was strong. Peter turned and slammed the door to the bomb shelter shut.
The train station was crowded. People were everywhere, trying to get their children to a safe place. Kids were crying, parents were crying, it was a sad, depressing atmosphere. The Pevensie family could just barley hear someone shouting over the crowd, 'Alms for the poor'. It was hard for them to see their home land like this.
"You need to keep this on, darling. All right?" Mrs. Pevensie said to her youngest daughter, Lucy, as she tied a ticket onto her bag.
"You warm enough?" Lucy gave a small nod. "Good girl."
"If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go." Edmund declared.
"If Dad were here, it's mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go." Peter replied, annoyed that his brother was making things difficult.
"You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?" Their mother gave Edmund a hopeful look.
Edmund stayed quiet. His mother gave him a hug but he pulled away. He didn't want her to touch him. She was betraying him. She didn't want him around. His mother gave him a small air kiss, hoping he would forgive her. She moved on to Peter, who gave her a hug.
"Promise me you'll look after the others," she whispered in his ear, her heart breaking and tears forming in her eyes.
"I will, Mum." Peter replied, his voice thick with emotion.
"Good man." His mother smiled and moved to Susan.
"Susan. Be a big girl." Mrs. Pevensie hugged her oldest daughter, not wanting to let go.
After a few moments she pulled away. Mrs. Pevensie took a step back and looked at her children.
Lucy: brown hair, covered by a brown hat, pushed neatly behind her ears. Her brown eyes sad and scared. Her cheeks red from the cold and her eyes slightly puffy from crying.
Edmund: black hair covering his pale forehead. His brown eyes sad and cold. His cheeks red from the cold air that surrounded them.
Susan: her brown hair neatly done in curls, framing her pale face. Her brown eyes holding fear and sadness and determination. Susan was the young woman she acted like.
Peter: his dirty blonde hair, neatly brushed. His pale face full of sadness and hope. His brown eyes searching his mothers. His lower lip trembled slightly, begging to give away his hidden emotions.
Mrs. Pevensie smiled at her children, "All right. Off you go."
Tears formed in her eyes as Lucy turned back towards her and began to sniffle, trying to reign in her emotions.
"Hey, get off. I know how to get on a train by myself." Edmund snapped as Peter tried to help him.
"May I have your tickets, please? Tickets, please." The ticket lady was getting annoyed but Peter hadn't heard a word she said. He was staring at some of the people who were off to fight in the war. Part of him wanted to go with them, but the other part told him that he should stay with his family.
"Peter." Susan sighed as she grabbed the tickets out of Peter's hand and gave them to the lady.
"That's right. On you go." The lady told them and they started to leave, Peter giving a quiet 'thank you'. Peter grabbed Lucy's hand, not wanting her to get lost. When they got to the train Lucy turned and caused Peter to stop.
"Come on, Lucy. We have to stick together now." Peter told Lucy, bending down to be face to face with his youngest sibling. Lucy started to cry.
"Everything's gonna be all right. It's gonna be fine." Peter tried to comfort her. When they got onto the train and it was about to depart from the station, the Pevensie children stuck their heads out the window, much like every other kid on the train, and waved good-bye to their mother, who wiped a tear from her eye and smiled as she waved back. Each of the Pevensie children called things along the lines of 'I'll miss you' and 'I love you' to their mother.
They walked what seemed like forever before they found a compartment with only two small boys in it. They took the empty seats within the compartment and placed their luggage in the compartments above their heads. They went on, stop after stop, never reaching their destination. They were positive they were some of the last kids on the train. They soon came to their stop, but they were not pleased. They were out in the middle of nowhere. They heard beeping and started to run towards the road, hoping it was their ride. But the car kept going.
"The professor knew we were coming." Susan announced, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled." Edmund suggested as he lifted up his label and began to read. He hated the way that made them sound, but he knew it was a possibility.
In the distance they heard what sounded like a horse and then a woman shouting. They turned their heads and saw a white horse pulling a wooden wagon, an old woman sitting in the driver's spot.
"And whoa. Whoa." The woman called out trying to get the horse to stop. The horse stopped in front of the Pevensie children and gave a snort. The woman stared down at Peter and Susan, seeing that they were the oldest.
"Mrs. Macready?" Peter called up uncertainly.
"I'm afraid so." Mrs. Macready called down. "Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?"
"No, ma'am. It's just us." Peter declared, glancing at his brother and sisters.
"Small favors," Mrs. Macready nodded her head to the wagon. Once they were seated, Mrs. Macready ushered the horse to move. Several minutes later they came up to a mansion.