Hey there this is my third Narnia fan fiction, I decided to write a Peter/ Susan fan fiction which will eventually turn into a Peter/Susan/Caspian, fan fiction, this first chapter is very short but it is basically just giving a background of the characters you can understand them better.
Note: This may become more obvious in this chapter but in this story Peter and Susan are not brother and sister, but as I said this does become obvious.
London 1939:
Peter Pevensie was fifteen going on sixtenn he had lived in London his whole life. He went to school there, his house, 23 Brick street, was there. Peter had soft golden hair that fell just below his eyes in a fringe, his eyes were a deep brown. He had always been good at school but since his father had moved into the army his confidence and self esteem drop dramatically the responsibility's had shaken him and for once in his life of not wanting to be treated like a kid he wished he was.
One thing that did not help this was his brother Edmund, they had never really got on with each other, they had both in fact known why, there were just too different. Peter had always been sensible and forwards but Edmund had always been daring he had been stupid so many times Peter had lost count, the time where he decided to climb onto the clothes dolly, or the time when decided to jump in the tin bath full of water which spilt over the kitchen carpet and all over his best Sunday suit. Peter was usually be caught raising his eyebrows towards his brother after one of his daring games. It had become even worse ever since the air raids it stressed his mother so much if he wasn't in the Anderson shelter.
Things again had gotten worse ever since their father had gone to war, it was harder then for their mother to cope with him. You would think that at eleven years old he would have matured a little more but unfortunately for Peter and his mother this had not happened. Peter would usually write this in his diary at the end of the day, some people would find it strange but Peter was intelligent he needed facts on what had happened every day, his fine scrawled writing was thankfully so distinctively hard to read, not even Ed would try to read it, which he had done even so.
Susan Wilder was fourteen she also lived in London, and went to school there yet she had never lived there her whole life. When she was just seven years old her mother had died in child birth after having Lucy her younger sister, who was seven. Ever since Lucy could walk they had both been taken up and down England so many times they could not count. Their father was a business man in York, where they were originally from, he'd hated seeing his daughters ever since their mother had died, especially Susan who was the spitting image of her mother. She had dark brown locks that hung loosely to her shoulders and the most captivating eyes and creamy pale skin, to any one else she would be beautiful but to her father she was to hard to even look at.
Life in London with her mother's cousin had so far been very hard, she had heard about the terrors of the war before she moved to London but she never expected it to be this bad. Every single night she was always clinging to Lucy in an Anderson shelter. She felt more sorry for Lucy she was only seven and had moved around more than ten times, this had made a huge effect on her for a start Susan had to teach her the alphabet and how to count properly and use numbers. Even though she had only gone to school for at the most six months at a time Susan was still exceedingly smart, she practise writing in her diary every night, she hoped one day to become a writer, it not only have accounts it also had poems, songs and even pictures sometimes, it was sad but that diary had been there with her all the time it was one of her only friends and one of the only things other than herself she could rely on.
Sorry it is short I will update tomorrow please tell me what u think!