So, hey there. New story, it's one about Peter Pevensie =]

I sat in my compartment in the train. My fire red hair hung loosely in waves on my shoulders. A tear came down from my forest green eyes, I had just said goodbye to my Grandmother Polly. My grandmother Polly had been all that I had. My mother, Jocelyn, had died when I was five. Not long after my father brought me to her mothers mom saying he could no longer care for me, that it was to painful. Since then Polly was all I had, all I had known. At least once a year the I would go to a man I had grown to know as Professor Kirke, who was a good friend of my grandmothers. Over the years the I had heard many stories of a place known as Narnia, a place the I had once visited when I was fourteen.

The door of my compartment slid open, bringing me out of my trance. The first thing I noticed was the train had left the station, and the city was passing by the window. "Excuse me," I heard a male voice. "But are these seats open?"

I looked to the door to see a boy, maybe a little older, defiantly taller, standing with his bags in his hands, behind him I could see three others, one boy and two girls. I assumed they were his siblings. "No, they are open. You may sit here if you would like," I spoke softly.

"Thanks," the boy mumbled.

I watched out of the corner of my eyes as the boys siblings filed into the small room, while the older blonde boy put the luggage overhead. I couldn't help but think of how handsome he was. I mentally slapped myself, after today I wouldn't see him, right?

I looked back out the window, then that was when I noticed the youngest, a girl, probably around eight, sitting by the window directly across from myself. She had short brown hair and looked incredibly sad. I frowned; I hated seeing people sad, especially the younger ones.

I cleared her throat as the boy with blond hair sat next to me; I blushed slightly noticing everyone's attention was all of a sudden drawn to me. I leaned forward slightly, "Do you like stories?"

She gave me a confused look, "Stories?"

I sat back in my seat, "Yes. You just looked kind of sad; I thought maybe it would cheer you up. If you think about it, it's going to be a long train ride, at least for me it is, but I have some amazing stories."

"Stories about what," she asked.

"Well of this place I like to call Narnia."

"Narnia, what's Narnia?"

I smiled and giggled slightly, "A magical land. I have stories my grandmother Polly told me…and more."

The young girl stood up and sat between her brother and the I. "Could you please tell me about these stories?"

"Well I was never any good at the ones my grandma told me of her adventures," I said honestly. "How about I tell you one of my own…about a girl I will call her Lydia. Lydia was in her room one night, after hearing her grandmother tell of the place called Narnia. She stood from her bed, when a sensation of falling came upon her. She never felt herself hit the ground, and when she opened her eyes she was in a field. When she sat up the sun above her was shinning brightly, that was when she knew she was no longer home.

"At first she thought she was alone, till she saw two others next to her. One was a girl, maybe a year younger. The other was a boy, who looked to be about two years younger. The girl had dark brown hair, it was almost black. As for the boy he looked to have light brown hair, but they both had the same vibrant blue eyes. The two both looked at Lydia, who only smiled at them. 'Where are we,' asked the boy.

"Lydia could only shrug, 'I don't know, but I might have an idea. My grandmother told me about this place, she called it Narnia.' The two only questioned her about it, and the girl could only say the things she knew from the stories she had heard. From the three introduced themselves. The other girls name was Blaire Caldwell, and the boy was Godric Edwards, they were cousins.

"Eventually the three began to travel, till they met the great Aslan. He spoke of a prophecy. 'Narnia will fall into the darkness and the three guardians shall appear. When all hope seems to disappear, they will rise up and mend Narnia, lead them back to the original glory'. Lydia, Blaire, and Godric were those that the prophecy spoke of, but they had doubt in them. They said of how they were just ordinary people, how this must be a mistake, but they were the guardians.

"They found out what this darkness was, an evil man who went by Wulfric. The three young guardians were brought to the place known as Aslans How. There, they trained. Before they knew it, they were at war. The war was brutal, so many seemed to die, and Aslan, he wasn't there. As Lydia fought with her sword, she did not see Blaire or Godric, which worried her. Over the time they had been in Narnia they had become close friends. Though Lydia quickly brought herself back to the battle, and there not far from her was Wulfric. Her heart sank though, she saw Godric being struck by Wulfric's sword. 'No' Lydia screamed as she rushed towards the two. She engaged into battle with Wulfric, and as they did he struck her in the side, causing her to fall to the ground."

The young girl gasped as the older one took a break. "Oh please don't stop there, what happens to Lydia?"

I smiled slightly, looking at the other three, who seemed to be listening; they all had a look of intrigue. I took a breath, "She got up. Lydia was determined; she would not give up no matter what. As she got up, the sky grew dark, she felt her life slipping, but that didn't matter, the people of Narnia needed her. She fought and fought as the sky turned black as coal and she felt as cold as ice. But as hope was almost a distant memory, she stabbed him in the heart, and Wulfric perished by her sword. And as he gasped his last breath the sun appeared a little behind the clouds and this fight was over. With a smile, the girl collapsed tired and draining of blood from her wound."

"Please tell me Lydia survives!" The little girl half yelled.

"Lucy," scowled her older sister. "That was rude!"

The girl named Lucy blushed, "I'm sorry."

"No it's alright," I said the giggling at the Lucy. "To answer your question, she does, and so does Godric, and they eventually find Blaire. From then on they lived there in Narnia happily; they became Lady Lydia, Lady Blaire, and Sir Godric. They lived in Narnia and ruled, almost like a king or queen would, but they were just the council of Narnia. And because they were so adored by the Narnians, in the honor of the three guardians, the Narnians built Cair Paraval, a grand castle enough room for hundreds of people. It took only three years to build, but it was a grand place, absolutely stunning. And there they lived out the rest of their lives together."

"Narnia sounds like an amazing place," Lucy said beaming at the me.

I smiled, "Glad to hear it."

Lucy's smile faded, "My names Lucy Pevensie by the way."

"Oh that's right," I spoke as I realized I hadn't even introduced myself, "I never introduced myself either, I'm Marlow Seeley."

Lucy smiled, "That's a pretty name!"

"Why thank you very much."

"I'm Susan," said the older girl, "Lucy's sister."

She looked at the younger boy, "Edmund," he mumbled.

"Don't mind him," said the eldest. I couldn't help but notice the glare he was shooting at his younger brother. "He is just a grouch," his face softened as he looked at me, "I'm Peter."

Lucy turned to her eldest brother, "Wasn't her story amazing Peter?"

He smiled, "Of course."

Lucy turned back to me, "Could you tell another story?"

"Lucy I don't think she will have time."

Lucy frowned, "Why not?"

"Because," began Peter. "We are almost at our stop."

I looked out my window; I could tell I was close to my stop as well. "Same here, I'm afraid the next stop maybe mine," I spoke sadly.

Peter seemed to look at me with a look of curiosity in his eyes, "The next stop? Who are you staying with if I may ask?"

I looked back at him, "His name is Digory Kirke, a close friend of my grandmother."

Peter let out a chuckle, "Maybe Lucy will get to hear more stories."

Soon we had arrived at our stop. One by one we stepped out of the train, Peter went first to help his younger siblings, besides Edmund. I went last, "Come on, let me help you." Peter stretched his hand for me to take.

For a moment I just looked at his hand, then back at Peter who was waiting to help me. I quickly shook my head, "No thanks I don't need any help." I jumped down, walked out to my things that were already off of the train. I could feel Peter's eyes on my back, but I decided not to react to it. I didn't want his help, I had far to much pride.

The five of us watched as the train pulled away leaving us alone at the station. "Where is the Professor," asked Lucy.

"Maybe we were labeled wrong," suggested Edmund as he looked at his tag.

"Probably late," I told my new friends.

Just then a car could be heard in the distance. The four Pevensie's made a quick motion of grabbing their things and running off of the platform to what they guessed to be the Professor. Just as the car passed, they seemed surprised that it only honked then kept going. I giggled picking up my things and walking up beside them. "He doesn't have a car," I told them.

"Then how is he suppose to pick us up," Peter asked. I looked up at Peter, I was about to answer. But as I looked up at him my words caught in my throat. There was something about him, something so familiar. That was when it hit me, Peter was like him. I don't know what told me this, but there was something that was so familiar. "Well," he pushed.

As if on cue, and saving me from my embarrassment, a horse and wagon could be heard. It pulled up, I knew the woman, and it was McCready. The other children looked up, "Mrs. McCready," Peter asked.

"Afraid so," she said in her stern voice looking down upon them. She looked back at me, "I see you're back Miss Seeley. So is this all you've got?" She asked all of us looking at all our belongings.

"Yes," Peter told her.

She grunted, "Small favors. Well come on now, get in."

In no time Peter began putting out things into the wagon while I helped everyone get in. Peter finished and got in, and once again offered to help me up. I declined yet again and got up, then sat down. Peter sat next to the me, I noticed he was looking at me once again, which I ignored again.

When we arrived at the manor McCready decided to tell us all about the rules of the house while giving a tour. I already knew all about it, so I completely spaced out, though; was brought back when Susan was being yelled at about not touching the historical artifacts. After a long trip we all decided to retire to our rooms, Susan, Lucy, and I in one room. While Peter and Edmund in the room next door.

I sat on my bed, Lucy in her bed, Susan next to me on my bed, and Peter by the window listening to the radio. Though, as soon as the announcer said something about the bombings Susan made a quick move to turn it off. Peter glanced at her, and then they both looked at their younger sister. "The sheets feel scratchy." Peter sat at her side, Susan at the foot of the bed.

"Wars don't last forever Lucy," Susan said trying to comfort her sister. "We'll be home soon."

"Yeah if home's still their," Edmund said as he walked into the room. I frowned; he was kind of getting on my nerves now, couldn't he at least try to act optimistic for once? I wanted to say something, but knew it wasn't my place.

"Shouldn't you be in bed," Susan asked while sending him a glare.

"Yes mum," he shot back.

"Ed," Peter warned.

Edmund sighed, and then I spoke up, walking next to Lucy's bedside and sitting on the other side of Lucy. "Lucy, this place is huge as you saw. I promise it's not that bad here."

"Marlow is right; tomorrow will be great, really. Now you should be getting to bed," he told her.

"But I'm not tired," Lucy complained. She looked at me with hope in her eyes, "Do you have any other stories?"

"Lucy she is probably tired."

I shook her head, "No it's alright." I looked at Lucy and smiled, "Have I told you about the story of Lady Lydia's ball?"

"No, what's it about?"

"It's a love story you could say."

"Oh I do love those, please tell it to me?"

Susan sighed, sitting down on her bed. Peter stayed where he was, while Edmund left the room. "Well," I began. "Lady Lydia was turning eighteen, and in honor of the day a ball would be held. All the Narnian's were invited to join and the royals of the neighboring land Archenland. Lydia walked into the hall, Godric and Blaire were already there speaking with the newly crowned king of Archenland, King Holden. Instantly she noticed him, he was tall. His hair was a light brown color, and it framed his face perfectly. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, and his skin was fair. He was only about twenty, but he held himself proudly, it was remarkably admirable. He smiled as he saw Lydia, he had a beautiful smile. Lydia couldn't help but blush. The king walked to her, taking her hand and kissing it. At that moment Lydia felt as if she could die.

"But before Lydia could really say much, she only had time to introduce herself, before Blaire dragged her off to her room to get ready. From there it only took them about an hour, and Blaire left Lydia alone to inspect herself in the mirror. Her hair was off to the right side of her face. Her dress was a pale blue with silver lining, fitting her hair perfectly. Her dress was strapless, and it fit her curves perfectly. She took a deep breath before gaining the courage to enter the room that was waiting for her. As she stood in front of the door she could already hear the voices and the music inside. As soon as she stepped into the room though everything fell silent like you see in the movies! The music stopped, and so did the talking. The people became silent, and everyone stared at Lydia. At that moment she thought she could die, that she should run back. But right she wanted to she heard a handsome voice call her name, it was King Holden. He kissed her hand, asked her for a dance which she gladly agreed to. And that dance began it all. At first he told her she looked lovely, and by the way he looked at her, she saw the honesty. They danced the whole night together, the whole time she felt so good about being in his arms. Sadly that night ended, but the King would be staying for the next week. Before she went back to bed though, he gave her a kiss on the cheek before going off to bed.

"Over the next week they were almost inseparable. King Holden was kind, brave, and true. He was magnificent," I told them, a giant smile on my face. "They fell in love, but they were unspoken feelings at first. Soon enough Holden had to go back to his people…" I trailed off slightly with my smile falling. For a moment I went into a trance, but quickly came back down to earth.

Lucy tugged on my arm, "What happened?"

I looked at the girl, hoping no one had noticed. "The night before he told her he loved her, asked her for her hand in marriage, for her to go to his home in Archenland. Lydia wanted to, so she did. And they got married, and lived happily ever after." I put a fake smile on my face, acting happy. Truth was I was sad, but I knew I shouldn't ruin something like this for Lucy, she needed a good story.

"Oh that was lovely," Lucy said dreamily.

"It would have been," I muttered as I thought about the story. About the truth, and the lies within it.

Peter stared at me, "You alright?"

I looked up, "Yes. Just tired, that's all. If you don't mind, I'm going to bed." Without another word I laid down in my bed. Peter left for his room, and Susan and Lucy fell asleep in their beds. When I thought it was safe, I began to weep, thinking no one could hear me, but Peter could through the thin walls.

So that was the first chapter, so review? It would be really cool! :D