Hello there! Here's the first chapter of my story! It's actually my first time writing a fanfic for Narnia so please do go easy on me! Some of you might find the contents in the first two chapters familiar because this is the edited version of the story "The third son and daughter of Adam and Eve' I've deleted that story and recreated this one. The new characters and Pevensies will meet at chapter 3! First two chapters will give a brief background of the story. Please READ and REVIEW! Thank you!

Back To Where They Belong

A guy who was wearing a blue jacket uniform and spectacles started to walk towards the newspaper stand. He cleared his throat and swallowed his saliva as he looked at the dark haired girl beside him, who was wearing a red coloured uniform, reading the newspapers. He recognised the school of that particular uniform straight away. He was noticing her for quite a long time and now, he finally had picked up his courage to talk to the girl in front of him.

"You go to Saint Finbar's?" he started the conversation.

The girl looked up at him and replied, "That's right," She gave him a slight smile.

"I go to Hendon House. Across the road," He continued, feeling rather happy that the fact she smiled at him. However, the girl was not feeling the same at all.

She gave him an awkward smile as he carried on.

"…I've seen you," said the guy, "Sitting by yourself,"

The girl took the chance to shoo him off indirectly but politely, "Yes. Well, I prefer to be left alone,"

"Me too!" said the guy, smiling happily, "What's your name?"

The girl looked slightly annoyed by now as she turned her back against him. She did not want him to know her name, or let's say her real name either. "Phyllis," she lied, trying to sound convincing as she looked back at him in the face.

"Susan!" a familiar voice called out from behind.

The girl looked rather startled after she was caught in an awkward situation like that. She turned and saw another brown haired girl running towards her. She was much younger and there was an anxious look on her face. "You better come quickly!" she said to the older girl.

The girl took at one last glance at the guy standing behind her, apparently who was still in shock, and ran off quickly with the younger one.

The two girls ran across the road hurriedly and went into the train station. It was packed, with students. Mostly everyone there was heading to the same direction, school. They heard a loud commotion in front but it was too crowded to even see what was going on. Both cheering and jeering were heard from their ears and they sensed something bad just by hearing it. After being managed to squeeze through the group of students in front of them, both of them were shock to see what had just happened in front of their eyes. A few teenage boys were attacking one particular person, beating him, or trying to beat him up brutally.

The golden haired boy who was being beaten up looked up and managed to make an eye contact with the older girl. She just merely shook her head as he suffered another blow from another person and his head was pushed towards the wall.

At the next moment, before they knew what would happen, another dark haired boy appeared from the crowd and went throwing himself to the group of boys.

"Edmund!" shouted the younger girl.

The fight of kicking and punching went on and on as the crowd encouraged them more and more, louder and louder by each blow. It was unstoppable until they heard a sound of whistle from behind, blowing hard at them, trying to disperse them while leaving the few behind as they continued to fight. The police managed to prevent the situation from getting worse.

"Act your age!" he shouted at the golden haired boy when he was about to confront another guy.

With that, everyone went on their own ways and the two boys followed the two girls silently, walking behind. They managed to find a bench for the four of them to sit on.

"You're welcome," said the dark haired boy as he sat down, at the side.

"I had it sorted," the golden haired boy replied with annoyance.

"What was it this time?" the dark haired girl asked the golden haired boy, who was already standing up, facing the three of them, his siblings.

"He bumped me," he replied.

"So you hit him?" the younger girl asked in shock.

"No Lucy," the golden haired boy explained, "After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologise. That's when I hit him,"

"Really?" said the dark haired girl, "Is it that hard just to walk away?" She was the most mature person among the four siblings although she is the second eldest after Peter Pevensie, who is the golden haired boy. Her name is called Susan.

"I shouldn't have to!" Peter argued back, "I mean, don't you ever feel tired being treated like a kid?"

"We are kids," the dark haired boy spoke again, frankly.

"Well, I wasn't always," Peter told them.

The other three exchanged glances at each other. They knew what their older brother was talking about.

"It's been a year," began Peter as he walked back to sit down on the bench again, "How long does he expect us to wait?"

"I think it's time to accept the fact that we live here," replied Susan, trying to knock some sense to Peter, "It's no use pretending any different,"

Susan turned her head after finishing her last sentence and saw someone she dreaded to see at that moment; the boy at the newspaper stand. She quickly turned back and faced her siblings. "Oh no, pretend you're talking to me," she told them.

"We are talking to you," replied the dark haired boy.

"Edmund," Susan hissed as she looked at her younger brother, who was the third oldest after she and Peter.

"Ouch!" Lucy shouted as she jumped out from her seat.

"Quiet Lu," Susan reminded her sister, gently.

"Something pinched me!" said Lucy, pointing to the bench.

"Hey stop pulling!" this time round, it was Peter who stood up.

"I'm not touching you!" said Edmund, defending himself.

"Look, would all of you just…what is that?" asked Susan, looking at something in front of her.

By that moment, all the Pevensies were already stood up, side by side as they stared at the incoming train passing by in front of them in an extremely fast speed. The strong wind was blowing against their body. Something was simply not right.

"It feels like magic!" exclaimed Lucy.

"Quick," said Susan, "Everybody hold hands,"

"I'm not holding your hand," complained Edmund when Peter was about to hold his hand.

"Just…" Peter's words were cut off as the wind grew stronger as if they were going to be blown away from their feet.

Papers began to fly everywhere while the Pevensies looked around. No one seemed to be affected by the wind, except them. It was weird. They looked up at the ceiling and found out that the lights were going to collapse and tiles were going to drop down on their head at any moment. Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy looked to the front where the train was still passing by at its full speed. They saw something unbelievable. Sea.

They stood rooted to the ground. They knew they were not in the railway station anymore, but a cave and the train was the last thing that disappeared from their sight when they were brought to this serene world in front of them.

The four of them slowly walked out of the cave and found themselves standing on a beautiful beach. The waters were crystal clear and the sand was soft. The sound of the moving waters was like a melody to their ears, calming their soul in a relaxing way. It was as if they were in a paradise. The Pevensies could not believe the scene in front of them as they looked around in awe.

It was Lucy who made the first move. She turned and faced her older siblings and gave a wide smile. The other three knew exactly what she was thinking. At the next second, she and Susan were the one running towards the beach, followed by Peter and Edmund.

"Shame, you're not as quick as me, Ed!" Peter yelled playfully as he ran towards his sisters.

"Last one in's a rotten egg!" shouted Susan.

"Watch out!" laughed Peter as he took off his school jacket, preparing to jump into the cooling waters. "Here it comes!" He added on as he saw Edmund running to his direction.

Every one of them went into the sea and splashed each other with waters, having fun together as a family. Neither of them remember they were actually in a railway station, preparing to travel to school for a new semester. They were too busy to think of that at that moment.

"Wait a minute," said Lucy, trying to take off her cardigan and went back to join the others in the water

"Come on Susan, hurry up!" said Peter as Susan was waiting for Lucy.

"Come on, it's lovely!" Susan urged Lucy to be faster.

They Pevensies were still playing joyfully until Edmund stopped and looked at something above.

"Edmund! Ed? Ed!" Susan called out to him.

By that time, Peter had stopped and looked at the same direction as he did. "What is it?" he asked Edmund.

"Where do you suppose we are?" Edmund asked, curiously.

Peter gave out a laughed and replied him. "Well, where do you think?"

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia," Edmund told them.

With that, silence invaded their playing mood as the four of them began to turn serious and looked at the deserted bits of building above, on the hill side.

…

There was a beautiful house, a house that everyone dreamed of to live in for the rest of their lives. The living room was the first room when entering the house. The room was filled with very lively furniture. Comfortable leather couches, colourful rugs over the bare wood floor, and a large display case with pictures, books, and many memories of friends and family. Further down the living room came another room into sight. It was as if a perfect residence for anyone who dreamt of it.

However, there goes a saying of "Never Judge the Book by its cover". The house maybe everyone's dream to be lived in but people would never know what was like 'staying' in that extravagant house of the Spenvesons.

"Aliyah Hurdwood!" yelled a voice of a woman as she pointed to her empty cup on the table, "Can you hurry up and pour me some tea?"

It was a Monday night and the Spenvesons were having their dinner together as usual. A girl, who was known as Aliyah, took the teapot from the side table and walked up to the dining table and poured the tea into the woman's teacup. Half way through pouring, Aliyah accidentally scalded her hand.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Aliyah as she quickly took some napkin and went to clean the woman's hand.

In an immediate action, the woman brushed away Aliyah's hand and stood up. She wasted no time to give her a tight slap across the face. She ended it with a nasty smirk on her face. "That will teach you how precious my hand is,"

While the commotion was going on, someone was standing at the side eyeing them, especially the woman. His eyes glowed with fire as he stopped whatever he was doing and approached the table. He pointed his finger directly at the woman and said bluntly, "You have no rights to slap my sister."

Aliyah quickly stood behind her brother and pulled him back on his shoulders, trying to inform him to think about the consequences he or they would be facing but he ignored her. He took Aliyah by her wrist and held it tightly before speaking again, "She did nothing to deserve this. She already said her sorry,"

Before anyone could react, a sound of banging the table was heard as a man stood up from his seat, staring angrily towards the two siblings. He could not stand anyone treating his wife rudely despite who is in the wrong. Besides, he assumed he is correct all the time. This is how he is, Vernon Spenveson, the head of the family, husband of Diana Spenveson and the father of his both children, Ashley and Jessica Spenveson.

"It's just a slap," said Vernon Spenson, as if a slap meant nothing to him, "Why are you so worked up?"

"Do you mind me slapping Ashley or Jessica just because they did something wrong by accident?" the boy challenged back.

"How dare you speak back to me Andrian Hurdwood!" Vernon Spenveson bellowed. The whole room was in silence with people glaring at each other, as if they were going to kill each other just with their gaze. It was Vernon Spenveson who broke the silence again. He took hold of Aliyah's another hand and pulled her towards him. He placed her hand on the table forcefully and said, "Do you want to see more of it?" he said it with some harshness in it. Without a reply, he took the teapot with his other hand poured the boiling liquid down, mercilessly at Aliyah's hand.

Aliyah instantly screamed in pain, "Stop! Please stop!"

A torrent of abuse filled the air but Vernon Spenveson disregarded the agonizing screams of Aliyah. He merely just carried on. Deep inside, he knew Andrian would not let this happened to his sister, and he was right.

"Stop!" shouted Andrian as he came forward trying to push the older man away, "You're hurting her!"

"And?" Vernon Spenveson prompted to the boy with a smirk on his face.

Andrian had no choice but to resign to his fate. "I'll do anything. Just let my sister off," he said, unwillingly.

"Ah," said Vernon Spenveson as he sat down on his seat again. He took his time to think and cleaned his mouth with a napkin before opening his mouth to speak again. "I heard your room needs cleaning, Ashley,"

A smile began to form on the boy's face as the thought of having someone cleaning his room made his evening even better, especially after watching such an 'entertaining' moment during his dinner. "Yes father," he said while eyeing both Andrian and Aliyah, smiling cheekily.

Andrian just wished he would have the courage to go in front and punch that annoying face of his when he stood there staring back at the Spenvesons.

"I guess we all have finished our dinner," Vernon Spenveson continued as all of them stood up from their seats, "Clean the table before doing anything,"

With that, the family of four walked out of the dining room. Jessica Spenveson was the last among the four so she turned and walked back to the two siblings, who were standing looking dumbfounded.

"Since you said you'll do anything…" said Jessica, smiling rather evilly "Why not you go and throw the garbage too? That doesn't make a difference do they?"

She did not wait for anyone of the two to react and she headed back to her room after her last sentence leaving Andrian and Aliyahto clear up the clutter of mess.

Aliyah was lucky. After washing the dishes, all she needed to do was just to have a wash and rest in the attic. Both Andrian and Aliyah stayed in the Spenveson's attic eversince they moved in with them. The attic was actually the only place where they can relax and find peace for all the time. On the other hand, things were not easy for Andrian. He was expected to pack up Ashley's school books and shelved them into his cupboard. Before that, he had to clean up everything the Spenvesons left on their dining table and washed the dishes with Aliyah. Furthermore, he had to clear the unfinished junk food in his room and bring it to the garbage store in the house and bring the bag of garbage outside the house for the rubbish collector to collect the rubbish. By the time he finished all the demanding chores, it was past midnight. He went back to the attic and found out Aliyah had not sleep yet.

"Not Merlin again?" asked Andrian, looking at the book Aliyah was holding. She was sitting on her mattress on the floor, lying comfortably, or trying to lie comfortably on it.

"Is that a problem?" Aliyah replied back, smiling back at his brother.

"You've been reading that for ages," said Andrian as he went to search for his clothes to bathe. He had been sweating a lot ever since that incident back at the dining room just now, "Are you not sick of it?"

"Not once that I remember," replied Aliyah, looking back at her book.

Andrian laughed after hearing upon what his sister had just said. "It's just a legend. Just a story about an old wizard called Merlin and a King named Arthur. Nothing interesting about that and there's no magic in this world," Andrian still insisted that the book was boring and he ended with a helpless tone, "Certainly, there's no miracle in this world,"

"A good story doesn't disinterest its readers even though he or she read it for a million times," Aliyah told her brother as she looked up, "Miracle does happen, when you believe in them,"

"I've always believe I'll be able to get out of this house and get away from this family," said Andrian, frankly, "And see where I am now? Still stuck here being a slave. I'm already 17 and you're 16. It's been five years. Nothing will change I guess,"

Aliyah just kept quiet. She knew she does not have the rights to talk now, especially at this moment. She knew how Andrian felt. She hated it too. She did not understand why she must be different from the others of the same age as her. After all, leaving the orphanage does not seem to bring happiness to her either.

After a long pause, Andrian went and sat down beside Aliyah. He held out his hand and said, "Let me see your hand,"

She shrugged and gave a non-committal jerk of the head, "My hand is fine,"

Andrian knew she was obviously lying. "Well, prove it then," he challenged her.

There was silence again. Without any hesitation, Andrian took hold of Aliyah's hand and pulled up her sleeve.

"Your hand!" he exclaimed as he looked up at his sister in shock.

"I know, as swollen as pig trotters." said Aliyah a matter-of-factly.

Andrian saw the sadness in his sister's eyes. How he wished he could end the misery for the two of them right now.

"I'll apply some medical oil afterwards. Don't worry about me," Aliyah said as she pulled down her sleeve and gave her brother an encouraging smile. She began to ask him about what Vernon Spenveson asked him to do.

"It was disastrous," replied Andrian as he rolled his eyes. "But I'm glad that he didn't call me to tidy Jessica's room. I walked past her room just now and it was..." Andrian could not find the perfect word to describe Jessica's room. Aliyah understood what Andrian meant and gave a meek laugh.

"Alright then," said Andrian, "Remember to apply the oil and rest early. It's been a long day," He reminded Aliyah.

She nodded her head.

While Andrian was about to walk out of the attic, he heard Aliyah called out to him. He turned and faced his sister. "Yes?" he asked.

"Well, sometimes you don't have to be so protective over me," said Aliyah as she looked at him, dearly, "I've grown up and I'm not the little Aliyah anymore. I don't want you to suffer because of me either,"

"What to do…" replied Andrian, forcing a smile, "You're my sister after all. I promised father and mother to look after you before they left,"

With that, Andrian closed the door behind him and walked towards the bathroom, quietly.

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