Hey! This is my first story, so please be kind. The first part might be boring, but I promise things will pick up in the next chapter. So, read and review. I hope it's good!

Eh, we don't own Narnia. Nor do we own Peter, Susan, Edmund, or Lucy. We do not own Aslan or Orieus, nor the beavers or any other characters created by C.S. Lewis. If it seems familiar to you, it probably isn't ours either. So, there.


Cecelia Mai Barclay stood in the kitchen with her mother, making chocolate chip cookies for the arrival of the Stanford family. They heard a knock on the door. "Oh! That must be Emilia now! I'll get it!" She ran over and opened the door only to find that it was not the Stanford's, but was a telegram carrier.

"Is Brigitt Renee Barclay present?" He asked.

"Yes, she's in the kitchen. I'll go get her." Cecelia replied.

"Mère! Mère! It's for you!" Her mother smiled her thanks and walked into the living room of their small house. She took the telegram from the man and immediately fell to the floor in tears. She threw the telegram across the room, as if to make it disappear. Cecelia slowly walked over and picked up the telegram. NO! The she silently screamed. "NO! Père!"

Her Père... was dead. Her father had died in war. She ran to her room crying, only to find it wasn't her room anymore. It was her best friend's room, her only friend, Mildred. Now, she was no longer crying. Her best friend was laughing and she could barely smile. It had only been two months since her father's death. It was then they heard the bombs. They ran to the shelter, the only safe place. Once they were sure the bombing was over, and the sirens had stopped. Mildred's parents had agreed that Cecelia should be taken home, so her mother knew she was all right. They arrived at her house, or what should have been her house. It was now nothing more than ruins and rubble.

"Mère! Mère!" she yelled out in anguish.

Her father, dead. Her mother, dead. She was all alone in the world. She stayed in the middle of the street Arielle's family crying behind her. Blackness engulfed the street and everything around her. She looked around, trying to find a way out. She ran in circles, tears falling from her face. She was lost and alone, with nobody to help her find her way. It was then a door appeared in the middle of the darkness. She ran towards it, touching it as if to make sure it was real, before running through it.

/

Ten-year old Cecelia Mai Barclay woke up screaming. She felt a hand resting on her should and turned to see a young girl staring at her with concern. "Are you alright?" the girl asked. Cecelia nodded and quickly averted her gaze to the window, watching the passing scenery. At the moment they were traveling over a lush green plain, with the occasional tree filled with large red and purple fruits. Those that had fallen were now staining the ground a rich red color that looked like wine.

The girl looked to the older boy in the compartment as if for help, but he only replied with a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, my name is Susan Pevensie," the girl started, "and these are my siblings Peter, Edmund, and Lucy." Susan said as she pointed to each of her siblings. Cecelia nodded her head before quietly muttering, "Cecelia."

As she sat, she quickly looked over the other four children. The oldest boy, named Peter, had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He appeared to be the same age as Emilia. Something about him, made Cecelia feel insignificant. He had a special quality that made Cecelia look up to him, before she really even knew him. Yet, he still felt like a child to Cecelia.

She looked at the girl who had spoken to her. She seemed to be the next oldest, probably only a year young than Peter. She too had blue eyes, but she had black hair that fell just past her shoulders. She was a very pretty girl, and she probably would get many suitors when she was older. She sat with poise, and seemed to have a certain quality, she seemed almost motherly.

She then turned to look at the younger two. The boy named Edmund was staring out the window, as she had been doing earlier, and seemed to be the same age as she was. He had raven hair and chocolate brown eyes that seemed to be filled with sadness, and yet at the same time were filled with mischief and trouble. He seemed to be very unenthusiastic about communication, even with his siblings, whom he pushed away when they tried to engage a conversation.

The one whom Cecelia guessed was the youngest, was the little girl named Lucy. She had blonde hair and blue eyes like the oldest boy. She smiled with such joy, that it seemed to cause those who talk to her to smile too. She was talking with Peter now and she seemed very enthusiastic about the conversation they were having, while Susan just smiled and nodded her head occasionally.

Cecelia turned back out the window only to realize they were now going through what appeared to be a very large forest. The trees were clustered together so tightly, it would probably be impossible to walk through. The leaves were now a beautiful array of reds, golds, and browns, and every now and then a leaf would fall from the tree, only to be swept away by the train. Within the minute the forest was gone, and replaced once again with the lush green fields.

Here, the grass was quite tall, and most likely wild. It was blowing beautifully in the wind, with the sun shining down upon it, making the grass almost shine. As the train went on, the grass began to fill with wildflowers, a rainbow of colors. There were pink, red, blue, and yellow, but her favorite were the purple ones. They were taller than the rest, and were larger. It seemed as if they were trying to get more attention than the rest of the flowers.

The flowers were swept away and soon replaced with a large lake. The water was a gorgeous deep blue, unlike the lakes near the cities which were contaminated with pollutants. This lake was a wonderfully clear and looked as if it was untouched by human hands. The lake was sparkling in the sun almost as if it were a precious gem.

It was only then that she realized they were yelling the name of her station. She stood up only to see the other four Pevensie children were also standing up.

"Oh!" Lucy exclaimed in delight, her short blonde hair bouncing up and down. "You're at the same station as us!"

"Obviously." Edmund commented shortly. Lucy scowled and stuck her tongue out at Edmund before turning back to Cecelia.

"Mum told us before we left that there weren't many people living out here and that it was mostly country. I wonder if that means you'll be living near us?" Lucy asked herself while walking through the train. Unfortunately the five children had been seated quite far back in the train, and were now making their way to the front. As they walked by, Cecelia noticed most of the other compartments were already emptied by this time.

Once they finally had gotten out of the train they were left alone standing on an old wooden platform that looked as if it would fall apart at any second. Cecelia hesitantly took a step forward before walking over and sitting down on one of the two benches there, while the Pevensie children all sat down on the other. Cecelia was waiting to be picked up by the Standford family, who were to be her legal guardians. Her father had died three months ago in war, while her mother had died only a month ago from a bombing.

Cecelia's family and the Stanford's had been friends since before Cecelia could remember. They had one daughter, named Emilia Audrey Standford, whom she thought of as a sister. She called Emilia's parents her aunt and uncle, even though there was no true family relationship. She sat there for awhile thinking of the Stanford's house. She had never been there, but she had seen pictures. Whenever the two family's would meet it had always been at Cecelia's house, though she didn't know why.

As she sat there a black car drove up with a young woman driving it. Cecelia stood up and grabbed her bag before walking to the edge of the platform. The woman practically jumped out of the car before running to Cecelia and wrapping her arms around Cecelia's neck. Cecelia stood there unmoving, still facing the road, until the woman let go.

"Oh Cecelia!" The woman said with a thick French accent. "It must be so hard on you. Come on now. Lets get in the car."

The Pevensies watched the two get into the car. They could see them talking inside before Cecelia burst into tears. The woman tried to comfort her for a moment, but saw that nothing was working. She frowned slightly, her eyes at this point now teary themselves, and drove off.

"Any idea what they said?" Edmund asked.

"I saw her mouth the words: mère and père, which I believe those are French for mother and father." Susan replied.

"French? In England?" Peter asked.

"Don't ask me." Susan replied.

/

A week after Cecelia arrived at the Standford's house Emilia and Cecelia were outside. Emilia was sitting on a swing hanging from a large oak tree, while Cecelia was practicing her archery. She strung an arrow to her bow and gently plucked the string watching it soar through the air and land swiftly in an apple that was hanging from a tree. Emilia looked up when she heard a thump and saw, on the ground, an apple with the arrow Cecelia shot lodged in the center.

Cecelia continued doing this, until she had four apples on the ground. She ran over and picked them up before going and sitting down beside Emilia on the swing. She quickly and quietly began to take the arrows from the apples, trying not to break them as she did so. When she was done she handed an apple to Emilia, and both girls began to munch on their snacks.

While sitting beside Emilia she looked at the miniature orchard the Standford's had. It consisted of six trees evenly spaced beside the fence, almost like a dividing line between the two yards. She remembered Emilia telling her stories of climbing the apple trees. She remembered one story of Emilia falling out of the tree and breaking her arm. Cecelia laughed as she though of this.

"What?" Emilia asked, quite confused at Cecelia's laughing.

"Nothing."

When Cecelia finished her apple she stood back up and strung another arrow to her bow, this time aiming for a further target. She aimed at the farthest tree she could see. Beautiful deep red apples hung from this tree, and Cecelia aimed at one on the top. She was about to pull the string when Emilia's mother, Genevieve, called from inside.

When she heard Emilia's mother, she turned to look at her, accidentally sending the arrow flying off in another direction. She heard a boy shout and looked over to Emilia. Both girls exchanged panicked looks before running off towards the fence. Emilia jumped over while Cecelia pushed herself over it, running to where they heard the sound of the scream.

They looked up into the branches of a tree to see a boy staring wide-eyed at his book. In the center shot straight through the binding was an arrow, only an inch away from his face. Cecelia bit her bottom lip seeing how close she had been to shooting that arrow at his face.

"Wow." Emilia whispered to herself. "You have really good aim, or maybe, really bad aim. I'm not really sure, but he sure was lucky!" Emilia said before letting out a low whistle.

"Shut up." Cecelia said, playfully shoving Emilia. "I didn't mean to."

"Excuse me!" Emilia yelled towards the boy. He looked away from the arrow to see the two girls standing there. He was about to say something when he stopped and yelled out,

"You!" he shouted dropping the book to the ground. He jumped down from the branch he was sitting on and point to Cecelia. "Your that girl from the train station!"

Cecelia stared at him for a minute, quite confused. It was only then she recognized him. He was the Edmund boy in the train compartment. Cecelia hastily nodded and pointed to the arrow.

Edmund grabbed the book and snapped the arrow in half to get it out of his book. Once he managed to get the arrow out, he stomped off towards the house, book and arrow in hand.

When Edmund had turned his back Emilia stuck her tongue out at him, causing both girls to start giggling. Cecelia was the first to come to her senses.

"Wait, where is Edmund going?" Cecelia asked Emilia.

"Who?" Emilia asked, confusion covering her face.

"That boy! Where is he going?"

"To tell on us maybe?" Emilia suggested.

"We should follow him." Both girls began to follow Edmund towards the house, where the three other children from the train station were drink lemonade and talking to one another.

"Look who came to join us." Peter stated sarcastically, "And he brought friends."

"These are not friends. They're enemies!" Edmund yelled, slamming the book onto a table.

"What happened to your book?" Susan questioned looking at the book oddly. It was then that Edmund showed the other three the arrow.

"They're attacking us!" Edmund yelled.

It was then that Lucy exclaimed: "Oh! I knew it! I just absolutely knew that you would live near us!" Emilia and Cecelia had just walked up to the porch at this point and both were quite out of breath.

"He," Emilia puffed pointing to Edmund, "is a very fast walker."

"Well I'm not exactly going to walk slow when people are trying to kill me!" Edmund yelled.

"Edmund be nice!" Lucy yelled before walking towards Emilia and Cecelia. "My name is Lucy Pevensie, it's very nice to meet you." Lucy said while sticking out her hand.

"I'm Emilia Standford, and this is Cecelia Barclay." Emilia said as she grabbed Lucy's hand.

"Oh yes I know. We all met her on the train about a week ago."

Edmund and Peter were now discussing what had happened.

"I was peacefully reading my book when an arrow came flying at my head. I lifted my book to shield myself. Luckily it worked or I wouldn't be here right now." Edmund stated in an overly dramatic tone. "I'm telling you, those two are trying to kill us."

"We are not! Cecelia shot that accidentally!" Emilia yelled at Edmund.

"Well maybe she shouldn't be shooting arrows at all!" Edmund yelled at Emilia.

"I'll have you know that Cecelia is a champion archer!" Emilia said crossing her arms.

"It's hard to tell!" Edmund yelled indicating the book that was sitting on the table.

Emilia turned on her heels before stating "We're leaving."

"Fine with me. You two go home to your parents and cry!" Edmund shouted as the two girls began to walk away. Cecelia stopped in her tracks when he said this. She clenched her fists with such force that her knuckles turned white.

"What?" Cecelia asked, still facing away.

"I saw you crying for your parents at the train station. There are tons of evacuees out there, and I didn't see them crying for their parents. Lucy didn't even cry!" Edmund shouted. Peter scowled at Edmund. That was a lie, and Edmund knew it. Lucy did cry when she found out, and when they left.

Cecelia turned around and walked back towards Edmund. Quietly she whispered, "You idiot" before slapping him straight across the face.

"What was that for?" He asked in an annoyance.

"Don't you dare talk about my life like you know all about it! You don't! You have no idea what goes on in my life! If I want to cry then I'm gonna cry! Because unlike you, I'm not self-center brat who worries to much over other people's lives! Try for once to mind your business!" Cecelia yelled. She took her hand and slapped him once more across the face before turning and leaving. "I'm going back, but you can stay." She said to Emilia before walking off.

"What was that about?" Edmund asked while rubbing the cheek she had slapped.

"She's not an evacuee." Emilia said.

"She's not?" Susan asked, at this point very confused.

"Cecelia's parents are dead."

"Nice one Ed. Now look what you've done." Peter said while smacking the back of Edmund's head.

"Hey! Why is everyone doing the today?" Edmund asked as he walked away from Peter.

"Because you're an idiot." Peter replied shortly. Lucy at this point looked quite sad.

"That's horrible! How... well, how did they, how did they die?" Lucy asked with reluctance.

"Her father died about three months ago. He was a soldier in the war, he died in battle. He mother died about a month ago in one of the bombings."

Susan covered her mouth with her hand and whispered "How horrible," while Peter held a teary-eyed Lucy.

"Edmund you need to apologize to her." Peter said, a stern look on his face.

"I'm not going to apologize!" Edmund yelled, still rubbing his cheek.

"Come on then. We should go apologize for Edmund." Susan said as she began to walk back with Emilia.

"Come on Edmund." Peter said as he dragged Edmund behind him, who obviously didn't want to go.

They jumped over the fence that separated the two yards, and walked into the house through the back door. Luckily enough, both of Emilia's parents were gone and she didn't have to explain who they were. They climbed a set of stairs that led to a long hallway filled with bedrooms. Emilia pointed to a door and Susan knocked on the door.

"Come in." they heard someone from inside state. They walked into what they guessed was Cecelia's room though right now it was only a bunch of boxes surrounding a bed and a desk. Someone were open, displaying books and other small items, but everything was still in their boxes except a picture of her family when Cecelia was younger.

Cecelia turned to see who it was and frowned when she saw the three eldest Pevensie's standing in her room. Peter nudged Edmund forward who just slapped Peter's arm and shook his head no. Peter and Susan frowned and pushed Edmund out into the hallway with Lucy and closed the door.

"Cecelia, we're here to apologize on Edmund's behalf, since he won't apologize himself." Peter said as Susan nodded.

"He really is sorry, he's just to, I don't know, embarrassed I guess, to apologize." Susan said as she stood there with her arms crossed looking quite uncomfortable.

"It's fine he didn't know. I should apologize too. I shouldn't have slapped him, no matter what he had said." Cecelia said as she looked at her feet. The three stood in silence for awhile, waiting for someone to talk.

"Well," Susan said breaking the silence, "tomorrow, if you want, you could come over to our house after lunch and we could do something together, all six of us."

Cecelia smiled. "That'd be great."

The two eldest Pevensies smiled, opened the door, waved, and turned to leave. Cecelia made to close the door, but stopped when she heard a voice.

"Cecelia?" Edmund asked her, looking quite embarrassed.

She cocked her head to the side as if to ask what. He looked down at his feet and ran a hand through his black hair before saying, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, I, I didn't know." Cecelia nodded and shut the door. Edmund turned to follow his three siblings, only to find that Lucy was still standing there.

"You like her." Lucy teased Edmund.

"Shut up! I do not." Edmund whispered, in hopes that she wouldn't hear their conversation.

"Sure, sure whatever you say. Though I know you do." Lucy said as she skipped down the hallway.

"That prat." Edmund said with a scowl.

/

"The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe." Susan said as she stepped down out of the wardrobe, the wooden floor of the spare room creaking as she did.

"One game at a time Lu, we don't all have your imagination." Peter said with a frown as he watched Edmund and Susan leave the room.

"It really was there… I really did go to Narnia, and I was there for hours! I even met a faun named

Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy said, her eyes quite teary.

"Lucy. That's enough." Peter said, ending the conversation before swiftly following after the other two.

Lucy took one last glance at the wardrobe, before walking out herself.