Disclaimer: Narnia belongs to C. S. Lewis

Prologue: The Calm

Okay that was it. Enough was enough, my mind just wasn't going to concentrate on reading tonight. I slammed the book shut putting it down on the table beside me.

Something was off. I didn't know what it was, but it had been there for a few days. I didn't know if I was the only one who felt it, but knowing my siblings it was likely.

Susan was too logical. Not as much as before Narnia. But she would tell herself that obviously nothing was wrong, and so not to worry about it.

Peter and Lucy were too hopeful. They saw nothing was wrong and hoped it would stay that way.

But I? I had been through enough with the witch to know better than to take things at face value. Just because all seemed calm didn't mean there wasn't something brewing underneath.

I'd already spent several days trying to work out what I was missing. And yet the only thing that seemed even remotely bad was the weather, which had turned cloudy.

Just then I turned my head to look around at the window, and watched as the sky opened and it started to rain.

And that's when it clicked. What the feeling was.

It was the feeling of the calm before the storm.