Hey people

First off, thank you to anyone how dares to read this. This isn't my first story or anything special like that but it honors me that someone would take the time to even click on this after that summary.

Secondly, for the purpose of, well, romance and characters and maturity, I've screwed around with the ages a little. They're still pretty young in PC so I felt it was necessary to age everyone up a bit. I'm not goinig to add exact ages for everyone but Edmund and Mary are around seventeen and you can base everyone else's ages off of that.

Confession time,people. I don't update. I mean, sometimes it happens but usually I'm that horrible person that doesn't update for a month...or a year. That being said, I will certainly try to keep updates regular but no promises.

Fell free to point out any spelling/grammar mistakes that I make. I try my best but no one is perfect and this is just for fun so there will be some mistakes in there at some point.

If you like, if you hate, if you think it's boring as hell, please review. I'll jump up and down and smile if you do. Hey, maybe I'll even update faster if you review. Seriously, reviews are the nourishment of authors and I'm starving. Please, I'll do anything, just review.

By the way, disclaimer, I'm neither dead nor a man so I definitely can't be C. S. Lewis. This is sad for so many reason but mainly because it means I own nothing. That goes for any and all other chapters I post for this story.

Sorry for how long this AN was but you got to start somewhere. Again, thanks for reading, hope you like it and please do review.

Mary Daniels was seventeen when her life was turned inside out, upside down, shaken and then spun all quite unexpectedly.

It happened on what had appeared to be an average day that started like most others with Mary being woken up by the yelling of her mother.

While Mrs Daniels was a petite woman, she had the voice of a fog horn and was all too comfortable using it. This particular morning she was loudly stating her opinion of the neighbour's choice in shoes.

Upstairs, Mary snorted at her mother's antics and brushed the sleep from her eyes. After a quick glance at her bedside clock (she'd overslept), she pushed her brown hair out of her face and got out of bed, prepared to face another dull day.

She rummaged through the clothes on her bedroom floor, hoping to find her school uniform. Her red blazer was draped over her vanity and her tie was half hidden in the corner. She miraculously found a white shirt in her closet and her grey skirt was at the foot of her bed.

Having accomplished one of the more difficult morning tasks, Mary started on the overall much easier job of making her hair presentable. She brushed the knots out (you would think that she had fought a war, not been asleep for the number of tangles there were) and used a simple white hair band to keep most of it off of her face.

She made it downstairs in twenty minutes (nearly a record), and was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast when she saw her mother for the last time. Mrs Daniels and her daughter had little in common when it came to looks or personality but the war had brought them closer to each other and it was a habit of theirs' to share the first meal of the day together.

"I don't know what Mrs Baker is thinking, wearing those ghastly things. Did you see them, Mary?" her mother began and all the girl could do was sigh and shake her head. Without looking at her daughter, Mrs Daniels continued, "They were red and shiny with heels so high I truly do not know how she didn't break her neck walking down the stairs. Oh, they really were only fit for a woman of lesser morals!"

Mary thought they sounded rather appealing and fancied a pair herself but she kept her mouth shut for she had long since learnt that arguing with her mother never went well. It was usually best to smile and agree. "That's scandalous, Mom."

"It truly, truly is! Why, I have half a mind to march over there and inform Mr Baker of the whole thing. He would be outraged if he know that his sweet little wife was wandering around London in those, those… things"

Mary rolled her eyes and smiled. She was sure Mr Baker know exactly what his 'sweet little wife' was 'wander around London in' and didn't care one bit. The couple fought regularly and very publicly and this wasn't the first time they had been the topic of conversation for the mother and daughter.

"I'm sure he would be just as outraged as you are, Mom. Unfortunately, I can't stick around to see .I'm already late and I would hate to miss my train," Mary said, "You know how much the headmaster hates it when we're late." She kissed her mother's cheek, plucked a muffin from the table and grabbed her school bag.

"I'll see you in the evening, hopeful we'll get a letter from Dad. Bye!" she called and was out the door before her mother could gossip anymore. Mary did like to gossip (everyone has their faults) but she had been sincere when she said she hadn't wanted to miss her train. She deplored being late and having everyone stare at her.

The walk to the station was quick and Mary was cheerily munching on the muffin that she had grabbed on her way out the door. It was plain and mostly tasteless but her mother had made a batch that morning so it was still warm and fresh.

As she walked down the stairs towards the platform, she was surprised by the large crowd. Dozens of school children had formed a ring around three boys who appeared to be fighting.

Mary rolled her eyes and smiled. She disapproved of fighting but this was the second time that week that there had been a fight and from the glimpse she had gotten, it seemed a older blonde boy from the previous scuffle was involved it this one too.

She cringed when the blonde got thrown to the ground. Mary had never been in a fight like this one but she could still appreciate the fact that a blow like that had to be painful.

The crowd roared when a slightly younger (around her age) dark haired boy throw himself into the circle and defended the blonde.

Mary bit her lip. The fight was more even now and it looked like someone might actually get hurt. It was funny to watch some prick get taken down a few notches but there was nothing amusing about someone getting seriously injured.

The excitement came to an abrupt stop when two adults came to brake the boys apart. All four looked dismayed and Mary couldn't help but chuckle to herself before continuing down to her platform.

The blonde and the dark haired boy from the fight had been joined by two girls and we're standing a few feet away from Mary on the platform. The girls were wearing uniforms that matched Mary's but that wasn't surprising seeing as St Finbar's was one of the larger schools in the area. Looking at them as a whole, it was easy to tell that they were siblings.

With her muffin now finished, she hummed quietly to herself and waited for train. She was content to leave the family to their business and think of the day ahead of her.

Shirley, one of her good friends, had a new beau and there would certainly be gossip about them. He was apparently older and Shirley was always terrified that he was going to sign up and join the war. She swore that she would marry him if he did but it seemed unlikely. Shirley had only just turned seventeen and had claimed to be in love with her last boyfriend, only to break things off with him two days later because 'his jaw moved strangely when he ate'.

As if Shirley wasn't bad enough, Catherine, or Catty, another friend, was barely passing history and had been having picnics and going on walks with some academic follow in hopes of him being willing to tutor her. It might have been a solid plan except Catty was only doing it for the lessons and he was madly in love with her or so she said. It could hardly end well.

Though maybe this was why Mary liked her friends. So what if Shirley and Catty were a bit silly and sometimes selfish, they were willing to take a risk and do something exciting. Mary herself was far too practical to do anything like that. It was nice to have something interesting going on, even if it was someone else's interesting.

As she casually glanced around, she noticed that one of the tiles had fallen off of the wall. She frown and took a step towards it but stopped when a second and then third tile fell. Right before her eyes, the entire wall started to transform from tile to rock.

"What..." was all she could gasp before turning to find somebody else. The boy next to her looked completely calm and Mary felt like screaming.

"Excuse me, but do you know what's going on with..." she trailed off because the boy didn't even glance at her. In fact, his eyes didn't even move from the spot on the wall he had been staring at.

"Pardon me but the tiles are coming off of the wall. Something is wrong!" she tried again to gain someone's attention and failed, again.

Mary ran a hand through her hair. This was insane. The were hardly any tiles left at all and Mary was sure she could see the light of day steaming in from a newly formed hol. The entire station might collapse. "Pardon me, the wall… something is wrong!"

Still, nobody else seemed to notice.

This wasn't happening. It was all some sick joke. "Excuse me" she tried again to gain the attention of the nearest person, more forcefully this time. "Excuse me but the wall..."she trailed off, her eyes focused now on her train, her all important train, her train that was now spending through the station without her on it.

She could see it's rear lights fade into the darkness beyond the platform and suddenly she wasn't on the platform anymore but in a cave.

It was the strangest thing. One moment she was standing there waiting patiently and the next she was in a large cave facing the ocean.

At least, she thought it was the ocean. She didn't recognize any of it. The cave had a large opening, bigger then the tunnel she had previous be in and the rock was a variation of greys and looked rough. The floor beneath her was rock but she could see the by the entrance it transitioned into pretty golden sand. Even from this distance, Mary could tell that the water was the most pure of blues and very clear. It was all absolutely beautiful and it made Mary want to puke.

There was no way this could be happening. The was no explanation. It made no sense. One moment she was standing there and the next she was in a bloody cave in the bloody middle of nowhere. It made no sense.

"Oh! Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh my god!" Mary repeated, her voice getting louder and closer to sobs every time. A final "Oh my god" was all she could choke out before she was in hysterics; sobbing, shaking, crying.

This was all wrong. It was all horribly, horribly wrong. She must have fallen down and hit her head, or...or maybe it was all one big hallucination from lack of sleep. God knows she didn't get enough.

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