Hi everyone! This is my first proper story, so I hope you all enjoy it! I've read so many Chronicles of Narnia fanfics that I couldn't miss my chance to write one. Thank you to Sultal who encouraged me to carry on writing in my own style and for the lovely review for my other story. Please have a look at their stories, they are ALL amazing.

Thanks and enjoy,

phantomshadow99

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Louise's POV

Fire was all I could see. The sky was lit with the permanent haze of orange, white flashes filling the plane-filled sky. The short space between me and my mother seemed the only thing that was out of place in the chaotic living room.

"Quickly Louise, we need to get to the shelter!" grabbing my hand tightly, my mum pulled me along to the garden. We passed by all our family photos, me and my father, my mother and my little brother all looking happy before this nightmare. She passed by them all, not even glancing at them. Throwing me into the shelter, she quickly shut the door and I caught a sight of a bomb slowly falling onto the house next door. I covered my mum on the floor and shut my eyes tight, trying to ignore the noise and the shaking of the tin container.

"Are you alright mum?" I slowly got up, brushing the dust from me and helping her up. She looked tired, something that the war had done to everyone. "It won't be like this forever mum, war will soon be over." I smiled, trying to make the situation lighter. Shaking her head, she looked at me with ancient eyes.

"It will carry on, and the longer you stay here the worse it will be for both of us." I winced at her words, knowing she was on about the evacuation of children my age. I sat on the bunk and she sat with me, clinging to my hand like her life depended on it.

"But mum, I can't leave you on your own. And how could I cope, being so far away from you?" I knew I was the only thing keeping her sane, and if I went away I knew she would get worse. The floor was covered in mud and dirt, but it allowed me to avoid my mother's gaze. She sighed heavily before speaking.

"Sweetheart, it's been 6 months nearly since your brother and father passed on, and I don't want to lose you to." Her voice held such desperation that I was pulled to look at her. Glistening tears started to shed in her hazel orbs, completely different to my light green ones. I smiled faintly, and nodded.

"I'll go mum and I promise I'll come back when this stupid war is over." She breathed out a sigh and relaxed slightly. I laid my head in her lap as she gently stroked my hair, all the while we listened to the bombs and sirens outside.

"You'll soon be back home darling; it won't be long before your back in my arms." As I slowly fell asleep, my mother's words didn't have much comfort for me, even if I wanted them to be true.

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The station was crowded with other children, young and old, all with parents with tear-stained faces. My mum had her arm hooked through mine, keeping a tight hold of me as we tried to find a path through the other families saying goodbye. As we got closer to the gate that would soon separate us, we stopped, suddenly realising this was it. I put my bag down as she pulled me close into a hug. Closing my eyes tight, I wanted to remember this moment forever.

"I'll be back soon mum, don't worry. Just take care of yourself." My mum chuckled and held me at arm's length.

"It's you I'm worried about. Please be good where you're staying, my uncle was very kind to allow to stay with him." The whistle started to blow to announce boarding and my mum squeezed my hand. "Well, goodbye my darling, I'll meet you back here soon." I nod, reassuring myself that we would. She gives me one last kiss and pushes me away from her, and I hurriedly give the woman my ticket to get on the train. The train is overfilled with children young and old, hanging out the windows and waving madly. I managed to find a gap and spot my mother, crying freely and waving at me.

"I love you mum!" I shout and wave back, letting a few tears spill. I watch her as the train pulled away from the station, slowly growing smaller. Children walked past me in groups, finding where they would sit. Sighing, I joined them. Finding anywhere would be a blessing on this train, I thought. I looked up and found a small space in a dull little carriage. Four people sat on one side, obviously related due to the same noses placed on each of them. A young boy and girl sat on the other side, looking scared and already homesick.

"Is it alright if I sit with you? Appears to be no other room on this train." The young girl looked grim but the little boy nodded and smiled at me. I smiled and nodded at him, reaching up to put my suitcase on the shelf. Two strong arms helped me to push it on, seeing that I had clearly been struggling. I turn around and one of the four siblings faced me. He was tall, perhaps a year my senior. Blonde hair complemented his serious but sparkling brown eyes. He smiled at me, and held out his hand.

"Peter Pevensie, at your service." I shook his hand, and smiled my first true smile for months.

"Louise Heart, and thank you, it's nice to know there are still some gentlemen in this war." I sat across from him, next to the little boy. At the mention of war, the little boy held onto my hand and squeezed it. I looked down at him and squeezed back. "Luckily our boys will soon win, and it will all be over," I told him and he looked slightly reassured. Peter looked between us and smiled at me and nodded.

"May I introduce my sisters Lucy and Susan and my brother Edmund." Lucy, the youngest, had the biggest smile and I instantly liked her. Susan was beautiful, wavy dark hair and pale skin, the image of perfection. She smiled at me as well and I instantly wanted to be her friend. Edmund was the black sheep of the four, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye while staring out the window. I instantly wanted to tell him off. I raised my eyebrow to Peter, and shrugged a mouthed sorry to me. I smirked, realizing there was nothing to do about the young brother.

"It's lovely to meet you all." I said, smiling at them all. I caught Peter's eye and he smiled at me, not looking away.