A Not-So-Golden Age

by The Writer0214

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Narnia, not Aslan, not the Pevensies, not Caspian. They belong to C.S. Lewis, Disney, and Walden Media. Of course, I own the characters I have added for effect.

Author's Notes: This story will surprise you. It's my first time to write a Narnia fic and turn it into something modern. Just an idea I thought up. I was actually quite uncomfortable during the first stages of writing, but once I got the hang of it, I fell in love with my work! Anywho, I gave the Narnia story a twist. This story takes place years after The Last Battle. The Pevensies are reborn…but in the 90s. And they struggle to face the challenges the real world has to offer. Enjoy!

"Why don't you ask her out?" Edmund said, as he came up to me after church, one Sunday, "Or ask for her number? Talk to her, Pete."

Edmund, Edmund, Edmund… Some things never change. Still a kid while wanting to be an adult too soon. Dad says it's like he's a teenager trapped in a 10-year-old boy's body. I looked away from the girls. I had been watching them play a game of volleyball. I was looking at a girl on Susan's team. Her name was Rosebud. I turned to face Edmund and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ed," I said, "How can I ask her out? With the secret I'm keeping? I can't do that. She would turn me down."

Edmund chuckled. "Right. Secrets like portals to other worlds? Hah! If I was a girl, I would turn you down."

"Thanks for being so understanding."

"You expect sympathy from a guy who put a slimy frog inside my dress and let it slide down my back?" Lucy said, coming over to where we were. She wiped the sweat off her brow with a towel (she had to change if she wanted to play She couldn't play in her Sunday dress).

"Yeah, like you believe him," Edmund said.

"Truth is, I do," Lucy retorted.

Edmund walked off smirking.

I knew Lucy was sincere. She believes in me. Now that's something I don't deserve right there. I didn't believe her, once upon a time. Now I know how it feels like to be in her shoes. Yes, I do have a secret. If anyone else heard about this, they would think me mad. Nuts. Insane. You would too. You see, I'm the only kid in school—probably the whole town—who believes he had a former life and has been a king in a kingdom far, far away. I'm the kid who believes in doorways to another dimension. I am Peter Pevensie. And this…is my story. Not just my story. Lucy's as well. And Edmund's. And Susan's. But they have chosen to forget.