I have recently rediscovered my love for the Chronicles of Narnia while browsing through . I tend to favour stories where OCs feature quite heavily, but I often find myself unsatisfied with the OCs themselves. So, I decided to give it a go myself. I'm unsure how Aneira (Aneira is pronounced an-EE-rah) will play into the story, though I have a few ideas. I'm open to suggestions as to how you'd like her to change the story, if at all. I'm hoping I haven't made her a Mary-Sue, but if she has any Sue like qualities, please let me know so I can fix it before it gets extreme! Thanks!

Also; this chapter and the next few will stick quite closely to the story line of the films (since this is movie-verse). There will be differences though, since another character's presence can change the story line majorly.

DISCLAIMER: The Chronicles of Narnia does not belong to me. It belongs to it's respective owners and I am not one of them.

On with the story!

One

Bombs and Departures

Aneira sighed softly, staring desolately out of the window. Her best friend, Edmund, was playing himself at checkers on the floor of his home. Aneira watched him for a brief moment in the reflection of the window before returning to scouring the streets. The Pevensie household was surprisingly quiet for a change, but mostly that was because Aneira and Edmund weren't running around having faux battles or something similar.

Aneira had been staying with the Pevensies for nearly three weeks. Her father, too, was away in the war and her mother had fallen ill with stress, so she couldn't look after Aneira. Since the Pevensies had been friendly with her family for years, Mrs Pevensie has offered to take Aneira in until her mother recovered or it was time to be evacuated. They were going to the station tomorrow to be evacuated and nobody was really happy about it.

Aneira felt terrible for Lucy, the youngest Pevensie. The girl was only eight and was most upset at having to leave her home. All the Pevensies were, really. Lucy was just the most vocal about her emotions. Aneira, however, wasn't too upset. She had already left her mother three weeks before, and though she was going to miss her terribly still, it would be no different to how she felt the first week at the Pevensies.

Sighing again, Aneira slipped from the window and out of the living room, retreating to the kitchen instead. Peter was there, staring blankly at a plate he was washing. A small smile quirked on Aneira's lips as she walked over to him, gently taking the plate from his hands and starting to dry it. Peter started in surprise, looking down at Aneira's unruly mop of brown hair.

"Lost in your thoughts again?" she voiced after a moment, tilting her head to look up at the taller boy.

"Hmm," was all she got in reply, and the pair started washing and drying in silence.

Though Aneira and Peter did not always get on well, she was always there for support when he needed. They often had chats in the middle of the night, usually focusing on Peter's fears regarding the war and the fate of his family. Aneira very rarely came to him about her fears, since she had Edmund to talk to, but Peter didn't feel comfortable talking to his family. She knew from experience that if Peter wanted to talk, he would when he was ready.

A few minutes passed and Peter open his mouth to speak, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by the air raid siren blared through the town. They both froze, eyes locking for a brief moment before they jolted into action.

Aneira barrelled into the living room, following Mrs Pevensie's form. Edmund was standing at the window, watching in amazement as numerous bombs dropped to the ground. Mrs Pevensie yelled at him, tugging him away from the window before grabbing a few blankets and disappearing from the room. Aneira ran over to Edmund and grabbed his hand, pulling him after her as he struggled.

"Why aren't you coming?" she demanded, whipping around to face him.

"Dad!" Edmund yelled in reply before snatching his hand away and grabbing a photo of his father. Aneira waited impatiently, fear and nerves pulsing through her.

"Come on Ed!" she yelled, hand out for him to grab. He did, and the pair were about to run out to the shelter when the ground shook and they fell to the ground. Aneira couldn't help the small scream that escaped her as Edmund scrambled upright, grabbing her hand again and pulling her with him out into the garden.

Mrs Pevensie was standing in the doorway of the shelter and she called across the garden for them to hurry. They sped up, hands tangled together as they sprinted down the path and into the shelter. The door swung shut behind them and Aneira collapse onto a bed next to Lucy, trembling as what had just happened sunk in. She forced herself to breath evenly as Peter sat beside her, gently gripping her chin and tilting it upright.

"You're hurt," he noted softly and she blinked in surprise.

Reaching up and tentatively prodding at her forehead, she winced as she touched something sticky and pain shot through her briefly. She pulled her hand away and winced slightly again as she saw they were red with blood.

"Glass must have broke when the bomb fell," she stated shakily. "Didn't notice, must have been the adrenaline." Peter's eyes flashed dangerously but before he could say anything, Aneira continued. "I'm fine, Pete," she assured him firmly. "I've had worse falling out of trees."

Peter stared at her for a moment before standing and retreating to his bed. Aneira sighed and slumped slightly, starting when a feather light touch brushed her hand. She turned and smiled at Edmund's concerned face. She repeated that she was alright but allowed him to fuss since he very rarely was openly affectionate in any form.

By the time he was done fussing over her like a mother hen, Lucy had curled into a ball and fallen asleep. Mrs Pevensie decided it was time for everyone to sleep. They would spend the night in the shelter for safety, so everyone claimed a bunk and settled down for sleep.

Long after everyone's breaths had evened out, Aneira was still wide awake. She wouldn't admit it, but the close call with the bomb had terrified her and she was having trouble falling asleep. She desperately wanted to toss and turn, but didn't want to risk waking anyone. She sighed and shifted slightly, staring at the bunk above her.

A head popped over the side of the bunk and Aneira jumped, cursing under her breath as she glared furiously at Peter as he climbed out of his bed and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Honestly Pete, how many times have I told you not to do that?" she demanded in exasperation, careful to keep her voice low.

He simply shrugged and flashed her a brief smile before they lapsed into silence. "I'm scared," Peter admitted eventually, staring determinedly at his feet.

Aneira smiled in sympathy. "Me too," she whispered, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder lightly. He looked up at her, blue eyes wide. "The thing is, Pete, being afraid is alright. It's nothing to be ashamed of," she told him pointedly.

He smiled at her sheepishly. "I know," he murmured. "But I still hate admitting to it. It makes me feel weak."

Aneira slithered out of bed and sat opposite him, eyes boring into his. "Being afraid doesn't make you weak," she whispered fiercely. "It makes you brave, because you recognise your fear and carry on anyway. You don't let it control you; you fight through it."

Peter stared at her for a moment before a smile spread across his face. "When did you get so wise An?"

"Around the time you started treating me like I was," she retorted gently, her smile showing she was teasing.

"Thank you," he muttered sincerely.

Aneira hugged him tightly, waiting for him to hug back before she whispered, "Any time, Pete. Any time."


The next day, the Pevensies and Aneira left for the train station. They didn't have much with them, just a suitcase each of essentials. Mainly clothes, since they weren't sure how long they were going to be staying at Professor Kirke's house. Aneira also had a small bag with her, containing a book and a locket from her mother.

The train station was packed with people, the majority of which consisted of children. Aneira didn't like crowds very much and she wrinkled her nose slightly in annoyance. She and the Pevensies stood in a line as Mrs Pevensie said goodbye. She stood between Edmund and Peter, Edmund's hand in her own.

Aneira didn't listen much as Mrs Pevensie said goodbye to her children, too busy scanning the crowd. She had never been to a train station before and she wondered if it was always so busy, or if that was just because of the evacuation going on. Edmund tugged on her hand suddenly and she turned arch an eyebrow at him when she realised Mrs Pevensie was standing before her.

Accepting the woman's hug, Aneira's free hand fisted in her worn jacket.

"Look after my boys now, Aneira," Mrs Pevensie said. "Lord knows they only ever listen to you."

Aneira nodded, blinking back the tears fighting to escape. "I will, Mrs Pevensie," she promised solemnly.

Mrs Pevensie gave her a watery smile before saying goodbye to Peter and Susan. When she was done, the five children left to go get on the train, Peter calling over their heads to stick together. Aneira clung tightly to Edmund's hand as they were shepherded onto the train. They came to a brief standstill when Peter got lost in his mind while looking at some young soldiers. Aneira frowned at his back as Susan snatched their tickets from his hand and gave them to a lady.

They piled onto the train and the Pevensies all poked their heads and arms through a window to wave goodbye to their mother as the train started to leave the station. Aneira's stomach knotted as she wished for her mother to be there, hand buried in her bag and fisted around her locket. She breathed in deeply before letting a single tear trail down her cheek.

Bye Mum, she whispered in her head.


Fin

Review please to let me know if I should continue! And please let me know how you feel about Aneira too!

~Rain