Narnia: The Chronicles of the Lioness

Chapter 1

By: Koinu-chan16

Disclaimer: I own nothing. (runs off to go cry in the corner)

Summary: LWW, Peter/OC. Lizzie and the Pevensies are sent to an old manor in the country where they discover a certain magic wardrobe...

Author's Note: I started writing this story for a friend, but now I'm obsessed with it... She had a crush on Peter, so I started rewriting LWW, only with a new character named Elizabeth Robinette. I was posting it on Quizilla and now I'm revamping it to post it here.

Introduction/Back-story: Elizabeth or Lizzie Robinette is of French decent on her father's side (hence the last name) and her mother is Ruth Kirke, the daughter of Professor Digory Kirke and his wife Polly (I don't think they got married in the books, but for the purpose of this story they are).

Liz has long, wavy, reddish-blonde hair and her eyes are blue-green with gold starbursts around the pupil. She has fair skin and full lips, and her nose is a little crooked from breaking it when she was nine, but it had healed well and is barely noticeable (Peter had dared her to climb the oak tree in the back yard...).

The Pevensies moved in next-door to Lizzie when she was seven (Peter was 8, Susan was 7, Edmund was 5, and Lucy was 3) and they had all become good friends, but as they got older and when the war set in, they grew apart.

Both Lizzie's dad and Mr. Pevensie were in the RAF (Royal Air Force) and had been sent off to defend the country, but before they had left, they built a bomb shelter big enough for both of their families in the Pevensie's back yard.

Only a few days ago Liz and her mother received a telegram saying that her father's plane had been shot down off the coast of France. No body had been found but he is presumed dead.

Mmmmkay, I talk too much, so on with the story...

The Chronicles of the Lioness

May 20, 1940:

(Peter's POV)

I can hear the rumbling engines of the German planes and the thunder of their bombs in the distance as each one comes closer.

I'm terrified as I flip on the torch in my shaking hand and I grab a couple of blankets from the hall closet.

From the living room I can hear Mum's voice, "Edmund! Get away from there!" Then I can hear her screaming my name, "Peter? Peter! The shelter! Quickly!"

"Lucy, come on!" cries Susan as she drags a terrified Lucy from the bedroom at the end of the hall. The bombs are getting closer; the light from their explosions down the street shimmers through a slit in the kitchen curtains...

I rush to the back door and hold it open for my family, "Come on!" I yell; I can feel the door vibrate violently in my hand as the house trembles, almost as though it was afraid...

Susan runs through first, half dragging the crying Lucy. Next is Edmund, closely followed by my Mum. I fly out the door behind them and into the chill darkness.

Slowing down, I risk a glance between the houses and down the street, I can see brilliant flames. I run faster.

"Dad!" I hear someone yell and suddenly Edmund pelts past me and back into the house.

Mum is standing in the lit doorway of the shelter, "No Edmund!"

"I'll get him!" I yell as I whirl and sprint after him. I chase him back to the house, feeling the fear rise in my throat. I follow him into Mum's bedroom where he snatches the picture of Dad off of the vanity.

The walls shake and a tremendous explosion sounds. I slam myself into Ed and knock him to the floor just as broken glass and debris rains down on us.

"You idiot!" I growl as I drag him to his feet and pull him out of the house.

A low thudding rumble fills the air as I fly across the lawn towards the safe, lit haven of the shelter. I'm going to die! I think repeatedly.

As we reach safety I fling Edmund in first, he lands in a corner where he whimpers, still clutching the picture of Dad.

"You are so selfish!" I hear myself scream, "Why can't you think about anyone but yourself!" I sound so angry, but I'm really just terrified for him...

Mum says my name in pleading warning. I stop, breathing heavily, and glare at Edmund one more time, "Why can't you do as you're told?"

I slam the door and look around, "Where are the Robinettes?" I ask.

Mum shakes her head, she doesn't know.

A scream sounds outside; I rip the door open just in time for Mrs. Robinette to rush inside, but no Lizzie.

Mum jumps up, "Ruth, where's Lizzie?!" she asks as she grabs Mrs. Robinettes shoulders.

Lizzie's Mum looks around wildly "She...right behind? ...Lizzie!" she screams and jumps up to go after her, but I'm already gone.

"Peter!" I hear my own mother scream.

I run towards Lizzie's house and vault over the short brick wall separating our lawns. Panic is pounding in my chest, has something happened to Lizzie?

A dark figure comes out the back door; Lizzie.

Suddenly, a bomb hits her house and the shock waves knock me off my feet and slam the air from my lungs.

I scramble to my feet, gulping in air, and I see a dark form on the ground at the edge of what used to be the back patio of a house.

"Liz!" I yell as I hurl myself at her, praying to God that she's alright, but when I grab her arm I feel blood...

End of Chapter 1

So, would anyone like me to continue? Please Review!

PS: (To my readers of Tears and Broken Glass) ...I have a little bit of writer's block where that story is concerned, so it's on hold for a while as I work on this one and my college homework. I'm really sorry! I WILL finish it though!