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Well, this is one I wanted to do for a while and it was the winner of the poll, so here it is, the first chapter. And just so you know, this takes place during the movie. And, if you have better suggestions for the title, I'd greatly appreciate them since I really don't like this title that I currently have. Okay, that's it, here's the story!
Scarlet and the King
Chapter 1:
The Pevensies
"Bye Mum!" I said, as I waved out the train. I wondered if she could see more then my hand, considering the large group of children swarming around the train windows to say good bye to their mothers.
"Good bye Scarlet," I almost didn't hear her. I saw her hand rise from the crowd, waving back to me. Reluctantly, I backed away from the window, allowing someone else to wave to their mother. She'd be okay; my mother was a very collected, strong woman. She could take care of herself. I just wondered if I could. My mother was always there for me. I chuckled to myself as I went to find a place to sit.
"Get a grip, Scarlet." I said. "It's not like your going to some stranger's place." I was being sent to my grandfather's place. I hoped that there would be some other children there, or it would be incredibly boring. I think what I was most worried about was if she would still be there or not, there was still a chance that she could die. And my father to, the risk of him dying was much higher then my mother dying. I quickly dismissed the thought as I slid the door to one of the compartments open. Inside were two young girls, the youngest of which was sobbing hysterically while the oldest try to calm her down, while attempting to stay clam herself.
"Oh, what's wrong?" I asked, putting down my suitcase, sliding the door closed and rushing to their sides.
"I-I w-want to st-stay with m-my mother," the young girl sobbed.
"It's okay, you'll see her again," I tried to make my voice sound as confident as I could, but I wasn't even sure myself. "And the place your going, you might even have some kind of adventure," the little girl's face lit up.
"Really?" She asked, beaming. I nodded. "What kind of adventure?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Anything you want it to be," I answered. They started talking about what kind of adventures they wanted to have. I played along, just to make them happy. It was actually a lot of fun, making up these crazy worlds with these crazy creatures and somehow a hero was always involved who saved us at the last minute. Then we fell in love with our heroes and lived in a big shiny castle and had a lot of kids. I also learned that the girls' names were Elizabeth and Mary.
The fun lasted until we reached their stop. They didn't want to go, they wanted to keep making up adventures with me, but I assured them that we'd see each other again-even though I wasn't sure of it myself-and that they could make up adventures with each other. They were beaming as they walked off the train. I was left alone, to my thoughts. My things still sat near the door to the compartment. I picked up the lone suitcase and put it where the baggage goes before looking out the window at the passing scenery. I wondered how much longer it would take for me to get there while hoping that there would other children there. I didn't care how old they were, or how many there were, just as long as I wasn't there alone.
It was quiet since those girls left. I really wish that they were staying at my grandfather's house. We'd have so much fun. I thought of all the trouble we'd get into and how we'd drive Mrs. Macready insane as the train continued on it's way.
Finally, we arrived at the so called 'train station', which was nothing more then a platform with a bench, in the middle of nowhere. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and got off the train. I wasn't the only kid there. There were four others there, ages varying from teenager to young child. I wondered if they were staring with me and my grandfather. I was about to introduce me when a little car drove past. The four of them ran to the stairs. The car drove past. They stood at the bottom of the stairs, confused.
"The professor knew we were coming," the eldest girl said. That confirmed it; they were staying with me and my grandpa. He was the only professor for miles that I knew of at least.
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled," the youngest boy said looking at the label pinned to him.
"Or, perhaps, he doesn't drive cars-or even leave the house very often for that matter-and his housekeeper never comes early." I said, walking down the stairs to join them. They looked up at me.
"And you know this how exactly?" The oldest boy asked. It was only then that I got a good look at him. He was very handsome. He had blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes and a nice build and-I stopped myself. I didn't even know him yet! Still, it isn't bad to admire his looks was it? Without him knowing?
"He's my grandfather," I answered. "I'm Scarlet," I continued, sticking out my hand.
"I'm Peter," he replied, shaking my hand. "And this is Susan, Edmund and Lucy," I shook hands with all of them, noticing of their good looks. Susan was absolutely gorgeous. She had beautiful brown hair, kind blue eyes and a very pretty face. Edmund was a very strapping young lad with black hair and brown eyes. Give him a few years, the girls will crawling all over him soon. And then, there was Lucy. Adorable, cute as a button Lucy. She was too cute. She had short, chin length brown hair and an adorable, baby face.
"It's so nice to meet you all," I said, smiling widely. It wasn't going to be boring anymore! Not with four other children here. We were going to have so much fun!
A cart pulled by a familiar white mare came up the road, being driven by the familiar old house keeper. I smiled as the cart stopped by us. I walked up to the horse and stroked her nose, completely ignoring what was going on between Mrs. Macready and Peter and his siblings.
"Hey girl, how are you doing?" I cooed. I got a nicker in response. I remembered when I first met this horse. It was after his old horse had died, me and my parents came for a visit and found out grandpa had gotten a new horse. She was a friendly horse and took to all of us immediately. I gave her a kiss on her nose before walking around to the back of the cart and climbing in with the others.
I spent most of the ride back catching up with Mrs. Macready. She really wasn't that bad, just a little grouchy.
As we came up to the house, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy stared up at in aw. I remember when I first saw this house-when I wasn't a baby. I was very young and I thought it was the biggest house ever. Peter got off first and started helping everyone off, Edmund had refused his help. I don't know why, but I was surprised when he had reached for my hand to help me. I smiled as I accepted his hand and let him help me down. He smiled back.
Once we were inside the house, Mrs. Macready started going through a list of rules.
"Professor Kirk is not accustomed to having children in the house," Mrs. Macready was saying. Well, except for one and we never visited that much anyways. "And as such there are certain rules to be followed. There shall be no running, no shouting, no improper use of the dumbwaiter, no touching of historical artifacts," she had raised her voice at the end of her list, eyeing Susan sternly. "And above all, there shall be no disturbing of the professor," Mrs. Macready went on. That would be one rule I'd have to ignore, he was my grandfather, after all. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
Mrs. Macready proceeded to lead Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy to their rooms while I turned to the room I always stayed in whenever I came for a visit. I smiled at the familiar walls and décor. I sighed as I walked over to the bed and laid my bag down on it. I put my hands on my hips as I thought of what to do next. I could unpack, but I wasn't particularly fond of unpacking. A smile spread across my face and I took off down the hall towards my Grandfather's study, breaking one of the rules Mrs. Macready had laid down.
Once I came to the door of his study, I stopped myself, excitement and happiness welling about inside me at the thought of seeing my Grandfather whom I hadn't seen in a few years now. I smiled and bit my lip as I raised my hand to knock on the door.
"Whose there?" I heard him ask.
"Someone," I answered. The door opened and I saw my beloved Grandfather standing there. It took him a moment to recognize me but when he did, he smiled.
"Scarlet, you're here!" He said, opening his arms. I smiled, running into them and throwing my own arms around him.
"I missed you Grandfather," I said.
"I missed you to," he said before we broke apart. We smiled at each other before he ushered me into his office. "So, tell me, how is your mother doing?" He asked.
"She's doing okay, still sad about father, though." I replied, leaving my own emotions out of the mix, but he could probably see through it.
"Yes, she does love your father very much." He said. I sighed then. He was right; my parents really did love each other. We sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke.
"Now, tell me what you've been about to these few years," he said. I smiled as I told him about the things that had happened to me since I had last seen him all the way up to the little girls on the train, where I stopped.
"Grandfather," I said.
"Hmm?" Was his reply as he lit his pipe.
"Do think I'll have any adventures with these kids?" I assumed he knew about the Pevensies since he was taking them into his house. My Grandfather smiled at me.
"Of course you will," he said. "Now, tell me about the other children staying here, are they nice?" I smiled and went on to tell him as much as I knew about them so far.
I really do not like the end of this chapter, I was kinda rushing to get it done, but tell me what you think! And please suggest more titles. And also, there is a new poll with more stories I wanna do, so please go vote for what you want. Titles and ships for the stories are near the bottom of my profile. Alright, that's all R&R! And please be nice, this is my first Narnia story.