Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to C.S. Lewis and his book series; The Chronicles of Narnia. Only the OCs Luna Pevensie and Stellaluna (the kitten) belong to me. The storyline/plot/order of events is all from The Chronicles of Narnia as well, I basically copied the screenplay by Ann Peacock (and transcribed by Stuart C.) since I'm a terrible writer.

Character Ages (Not accurate, made up for my story)

* Peter - 17

* Susan - 16

* Edmund - 14

* Luna - 14

* Lucy - 12

A/N: I am well aware that the Pevensie father did not, in fact, perish in the war. However, I took artistic liberty in killing him off. He's not exactly a main character or anything, so it really doesn't change the story overall. It's mainly there to strengthen the bond between the siblings. Plus, it makes for more drama! XD Also, I wanted to apologize for creating such a short chapter. I haven't had much time recently, and it was all I could do. I tend to stop writing when I lack motivation and inspiration so… yeah. That's why each chapter will be anywhere from 1,000 to 3,000 words - without consistency. Sorry!

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1,662

Peter grabbed Edmund's arm in an attempt to bring his little brother to safety. The brunette struggled in the grasp of the older boy. Susan gathered her books, ribbons, and flashlight from the bedside table. She noticed her younger sibling was still in bed. Lucy woke up suddenly to find Susan shaking her vigorously.

"What's going on?" She asked groggily. Luna ran into the bedroom with a distressed expression on her face, a black kitten on her shoulder.

"Susan, Lucy, we need to get to the shelter, c'mon guys!" She insisted. Meanwhile, Edmund pulled away from his brother's tight grasp, running back to grab a grainy photo on his bed.

"I wouldn't forget you, Dad." Peter sprinted towards the dark-haired boy, his face contorted with worry and anger.

"C'mon you idiot! Don't be so selfish! Why can't you ever listen to anyone but yourself!" Peter cried, stress permeating his tone. Edmund heard the undertone of worry in his brother's angry screams as he pushed the younger boy into the shelter. He scowled and slammed the shelter door after all the Pevensies had safely entered.

Peter Pevensie ran past the faded, tiled walls of the train station, his four younger siblings in tow. Susan gently draped a dark green wool scarf around her younger brother's shoulders. "Mother would want you to keep warm." She commented softly. Edmund scowled again, his nasty attitude once again appearing on his pale face.

"If Father was here we wouldn't have to worry about the stupid war, and we sure as hell wouldn't be leaving right now." He replied angrily.

"Watch your mouth Ed!" Peter softly smacked the back of Edmund's head. "If the war hadn't begun in the first place and Father was still here we wouldn't have to leave. Don't make this about anything else. Now, Mother has left me in charge, since I'm the eldest-"

"Why isn't Mother coming?" Lucy asked, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. She was quickly comforted, wrapped in Luna's arms.

"She wants to go with us Lu, but she has to stay here and work in order to support all of us. Get it? Mother's a brave woman." Luna reassured the younger girl. Lucy nodded, the tears drying as she was relieved of the worry.

"All aboard!" The conductor gestured for the Pevensies to go aboard the train. They followed behind the mass of people boarding the train, their heads hardly noticeable behind those of the adults.

"C'mon, let's go!" Peter called, following his siblings onto the train. Luna tucked the kitten in her scarf as they passed the conductor.

The five Pevensie children stumbled through the dying meadow towards a large mansion in the middle of nowhere, stopping abruptly once they reached the huge wooden doors.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Edmund asked skeptically.

"And do we know if they're expecting us?" Luna turned to Peter, who shrugged in return.

"I just followed the directions Mother gave me." He responded. Lucy hesitantly knocked on the large double doors. The children didn't have to wait for long - seconds later the door opened to reveal a tall, bony woman, her deep frown revealing spiderweb-shaped wrinkles.

"What do you children want?" Her voice crackled with annoyance and impatience. Luna stepped forward and smiled at the woman in hopes of warming up to her.

"Are you Mrs. Macready, Mr. Kirke's housekeeper?" Her attempts were in vain, as she saw when the woman answered.

"I am indeed, and you will address him as Professor Kirke, understood? You are the Pevensie children I presume?" She leered at them.

"Yes, our mother sent us here, but we have no luggage since we were in such a hurry." Peter answered respectfully.

"Well, I suppose I should let you in…" Mrs. Macready's eyebrows were creased in frustration as the children filed in. The gazed in awe at the crimson and gold colored carpets, white, wooden arches of the house, the high ceilings and huge spaces, so lost in their surroundings that Mrs. Macready nearly tripped over Lucy.

"Watch it child!" She sneered. Lucy stepped back to the comfort of her older sisters as the housekeeper continued, "Now, there will be some rules you all must follow as guests of the Professor. There will be no shouting or running, or any other childish behaviors that would distract the Professor's important work. Do not use or touch anything without mine or the Professor's permission, especially the valuable artifacts-" She narrowed her eyes at Edmund during this, as he had reached towards a crystal vase behind him. He quickly retracted his hand and moved to the other side of his elder brother as she continued, "And above all, absolutely no disturbing the Professor. He has very important work to be done." After listing off the rules, Mrs. Macready led the children to their rooms. As the oldest sibling, Peter received his own room. Right next to his, Susan and Lucy shared a room. Across the hall from the two rooms, the twins shared a third.

Peter opened the door to find light yellow walls and a beige carpet that matched the decorative lining on the walls. Model aeroplanes hung from the ceiling in one corner, a model of a solar system in the opposite. A large bed sat against the smallest wall with striped pillows and dark blue sheets and blankets. The wall opposite his bed consisted of bookshelves and a nice, wooden desk, complete with a matching chair and the room was nicely furnished and decorated. It was clear that the room hadn't been used in a while, but the Pevensies were taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Peter instantly felt welcomed in the homely bedroom. He instantly flopped backwards onto the large bed, exhausted from the journey to the mansion.

Susan and Lucy discovered their room had creamy white and pink rose wallpaper, dark fuschia carpeting, and a large bed covered in white frilly sheets, blankets, and a fluffy comforter. There was a large dresser and closet for their clothing, a huge teddy bear in the corner, and a deck of cards and jacks had been left on top of one of the nightstands.

"Hey, there's only one bed!" Lucy pouted.

"We can share it, we are sisters after all." Susan laughed as Lucy's face instantly lit up.

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Of course not!" Susan gave her sister a genuine smile which was instantly returned. Susan sat down on the edge of the fluffy bed while Lucy hopped up behind her. She twirled the elder girl's dark locks between her nimble fingers.

"How come we look so different?" Lucy asked, a hint of sadness evident in her quiet voice. Susan turned to look at her sister's auburn hair, sapphire blue eyes, and sprinkling of freckles.

"Well, you, Luna, and Peter look more like Dad, with the exception of Peter's blond hair, while Edmund and I got Mom's looks." Lucy knitted her eyebrows shyly.

"I guess that makes sense, but I do wish I looked more like you." Susan frowned at her sister's comment.

"Lu, you look just like your sister Luna, and you're both gorgeous. People would kill for that hair color! Besides, you know you wouldn't look as cute without your freckles!" Susan teased her little sister, grabbing at Lucy's freckled nose playfully, earning a giggle from the twelve year old.

Luna instantly fell in love with their room the moment she saw it. The walls were a midnight blue with glow-in-the-dark stars painted on the ceiling, and two black-blanketed beds next to each other. Bookshelves lined one wall while medieval images sat above a worn wooden desk on the opposing wall. Edmund instantly gravitated towards towards the drawings of knights and noblemen while Luna felt drawn towards the overflowing bookshelves. She pulled out a leather-bound novel and sat on her bed. She looked over to see Edmund gingerly placing the framed photo of their father on the table next to his bed. The black and white photo hid her father's bright red-orange hair, but his freckles were still visible, giving him a youthful and playful appearance.

"You really miss him, don't you." Luna whispered as she watched the silent tears streaking down her brother's cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess I just really looked up to him, I guess." Edmund sighed. Two days before they left their quiet little home, their mother received a letter from the army, informing her that her husband had died in battle. All the children were devastated, but Edmund was affected the most. Had any of the others asked that question, Edmund would have grown angry, but he could never get angry at his twin sister. She understood that his sour mood was a result of their Father's death, and she looked so much like him, it comforted Edmund to be around her.

Luna watched as her brother cried silently, getting up to sit with him. Edmund leaned into her embrace, and she rested her head atop Edmund's. When Edmund had finished crying, he flipped through the book that Luna had taken from the shelf in order to distract himself. "You really like this fantasy stuff, don't ya?" Luna's eyes sparkled as she replied.

"Yeah, it's like a whole 'nother world! We don't have magic or mystical creatures here, but they feel so real in the books. I wish we lived in a place like that!" Luna's excitement brought a smile to Edmund's tear-stained face. When she was happy, he couldn't help but feel happy along with her. It was a twin thing.

Throughout the house rooms went dark and voices fell silent. Peter fell asleep without changing into pajamas, seeing as he was so exhausted. Susan and Lucy had fallen in slumber in their sisterly embrace, smiles on both their delicate faces. Edmund and Luna had pushed their beds together to make one big bed. They slept on their own ends, facing each other in a symmetrical formation. Luna's kitten curled up against the girl's heaving chest.