Disclaimer: I own nothing except... my two characters. Other than that... not so much...
A/N: I am so sorry it's taken so long to write this sequal but I have it now. Um... Review. And this is a sequal so see the warning on the first chapter of A New Hero, 'cause I won't write it again. 'This may be a MarySue... yada yada yada.' Just read that and you'll be good. Other than that, please review!
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Kaylee Turner, a seventeen-year-old blonde girl, silently sat just outside of the London underground. In a few short minutes, she'd be stuck in a stuffy train for hours on her way to a boarding school with the rest of her friends. Fresh air was the only thing she wanted before the horrible ride. Unfortunately, someone else noticed this and presumed she was upset, which she wasn't. "Hello," he said. "Are you all right?" The borwn-haired boy was slightly taller than her and from acros the street, she could see Susan was having the same issue as she was.
"Quite fine, actually," she replied, with a small, rather forced yet polite smile.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure," he replied. "Would you like to take walk with me?"
She thought for a moment, then said, "I'm married," and walked away leaving the boy scratching his head, wondering what had just happened. Techincally, she didn't lie. She just didn't tell the entire truth. Legally, in England she wasn't but in Narnia she was. This helped her get out of several tight spots in recent times.
"Kaylee!" someone yelled from behind her. She recognized this voice to be that of Lucy Pevensie, the little sister to her boyfriend/husband, Peter. The little red-head was followed closely behind by Susan, her brunette older sister. "It's Peter," she said, her braids bouncing as she dashed nto the station. Kaylee knew what that meant.
"Not again," Kaylee muttered angerly. Ever since they had returned to England from Narnia, he had been bitter and controlling, not at all as he once was. As she dashed into the underground, the sound of children screaming, "Fight, fight, fight!" surrounded her and her suspicions were confirmed. Peter was in the middle of the circle trying to take on two other boys slightly bigger than him. Even Kaylee could tell he was losing badly. Edmund, his younger brother, saw this too and jumped in to help.
Kaylee groaned as she heard the sharp squeal of a whistle sound. The fight was finally over thanks to several grown men but she knew Peter was far from finshed.
"You're welcome," Edmund said sitting down next to Peter.
"I has it sorted," he spat with a glare.
As he slammed his siutcase down next to his seated family and stood, Kaylee said, "What was it this time?"
"He bumped me," he whispered facing the rusty tracks.
"So you hit him?" Lucy asked, breathless.
"No," Peter said, his voice stronger. "They tried to make me apologize. That's when I hit him."
"Have you ever just tried to walk away?" Susan asked him.
"I shouldn't have to. Don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" he wondered, still angry.
"We are kids..." Edmund said with raised eyebrows.
"I wasn't always." He came back over and sat nect to Kaylee and Lucy. "Its been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?" he asked refering to the Great Lion, Aslan.
"I think we should just accept we live here!" Susan replied. No one replied to her and she rolled her eyes and looked around. "Oh, no," she whispered upon seeing the boy who tried to talk to her a few minutes ago. "Pretend you're talking to me," she said.
Edmund said, "We are talking to you."
Suddenly Lucy stood up and exclaimed, "Ow! Stop pinching!"
"What are you talking about, Lucy?" Susan said.
But Peter interrupted her with his, "Stop pulling!" The everyone was standing up.
"What is that?" Kaylee wondered alound.
"It feels like magic!" Lucy said excitedly.
"Everyone hold hands!" Susan ordered.
"I'm not holding your hand!" Edmund exclaimed to Kaylee. Instead of arguing with him, she grabbed his wrist even with his protests. The train tunnel began to disappear replaced by a rock tunnel. When the last of the train was out of sight, they were all faced with a beautiful beach with clear blue water. Everyone smiled and ran out of the cave.
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Cassie Sanders lay on her stomach on her bed with a book in her hand. The purple mattress rumpled underneath her petite body as her green eyes focused on the page in front of her. The events in the book captured her attention so much she didn't notice the door to her bedroom open. Her father called her name and she let out a rather bad swear word. "Geez Dad," she said rubbing her chest.
"What was with the swearing?" he asked as she tossed the book to the side and sat up.
"Nothing, you just gave me a fright," she said with a smile.
"I 'gave you a fright'?" he asked raising his eyebrows. "What is with you? Ever since that single day I made you ride the bus, you've been acting weird."
"What do you mean?" she asked trying to hide the worry that invaded her mind and clutched her heart.
"Well, you've been using expressions like 'You gave me a fright' and 'Oh for the love of Narnia' and 'Dear Aslan'. Who is Narnia? Or Aslan? And while you're sleeping you have said five names and these names only: Peter, Lucy, Edmund, Kaylee, and Susan. Who are these people? And why are you dreaming about them?"
"Uh..." she said. "They're characters... in a book..." she lied rather badly.
"Really? Which book?"her father quizzed.
Her eyes widened as she tried to figure out what to say next. She couldn't just make up a book... Unless..."My book," she said quickly. "They, uh... live in England and I've been doing research on how they talk so I can get it right. And...they, uh... go to this land, Narnia because this guy Aslan, who's the king of Narnia, to help save it from... the White Witch... It's called The Adventures in Narnia." It was clear her father didn't believe her and she smiled.
"You're getting a 'C' in English and yet you're writing a book?"
"Uhuh..." she said trying to sound convincing, yet failing miserably.
"Right. I highly doubt that and when you want to tell me the truth, come and find me..." he said walking out. "And your grandparents are here." The man closed her bedroom door behind him.
"Okay. I'll be down in a second," she replied. As soon as the door was shut she let out a sigh. A year had passed since she came back and she missed her friends deeply. Especially Edmund. Alsan had told her she'd go back. She just didn't know when. Shaking her head to clear it, she stood from her bed and walked over to her door.
But when she opened it, there was no longer the staircase she knew so well. Instead there was a wood, lush and green. At first, she looked shocked to see what she did, but she soon grinned and stepped into the forest, shutting the door behind her.
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Kaylee giggled as Peter chased after her. Soon, the blonde boy caught up, he too laughing. His arms warpped around her waist as he picked her up off the ground. She let out a little scream and they both fell onto the sand.
They both chuckled lightly, then Peter's lips lightly touched hers. The kiss deepened unitl they both needed to breath. Kaylee's eye fluttered open and she said, "You haven't kissed me like that in ages." Peter merely smiled. Another kiss was about to take place when a wave of water washed over the both of them.
Kaylee gasped and both looked over to see Edmund roaring with laugher with a wet peice of fabric in his hand. "Peter," Kaylee whispered, "will you kindly get off me so I can murder your brother?"
"Be my guest," he said rolling off of her.
Edmund's laughter faded, a look of horror replacing it, and he dashed away as Kaylee yelled, "I'm gonna get you, you little twit!" All five laughed and slashed in the warm ocean water for hours until Edmund looked up. He was soaked to the bone thanks to Kaylee and he asked, "Where do you think we are?"
"Well, where do you think?" Peter aked with a smile.
"It's just... I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." The rest of the children looked up to find the exact ruins on the slope of the mountain Edmund was talking about.
"What is that?" Lucy asked.
"Let's find out, shall we," Kaylee said looking for a way to get onto the cliff.
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Cassie, on the other hand, was having a less than pleasant time. The laces from her shoe got caught on a rock and she fell face first into the dirt. "Uh!" she said spitting out the mud that had gotten into her mouth. "Really? Really?" she yelled standing up. "I have been walking in the woods for two hours and... nothing! Absolutely nothing! Does anything live here anymore? Hello?!" At that point she tripped again. "Well, things couldn't possibly get any worse. And why did I just say that?" Something in the bushes rustled and she turned swiftly around. "Hello?" she asked.
Unarmed, she was quite afraid, and didn't want to face anything. Suddenly, something trpped her and she fell flat on her back. A mouse with a sword stood on her chest and said, "Your last words and choose wisly."
"Noble mouse, I wish not to harm you. My only wish is to speak to those who know what is going on in Narnia," she said calmly, trying to ignore the tiny sword pointed at her face.
"You will not fool me, Telemarine," the mouse said, getting ready to strike.
"What? There are no Telemarines in Narnia," she said, clearly surprised. "I am not a Telemarine."
"You truly do not know?" the mouse wondered lowering his sword. "Who are you?"
"My name is Cassie Sanders. I was-"
"-married to King Edmund!" the mouse said breathless. "That horn worked after all! Where are the others?"
"I was hoping you could tell me, Mister..."
"Reepicheep, Your Highness," he said, stowing his blade. "And alas, I cannot. You are the first of the Kings and Queens I have seen. Perhaps you could come with me. Some of my friends and I have an issue at hand that may need attending to."
"Lead the way, Reepicheep," Cassie said, holding out her hand. The mouse smiled proudly and walked away on two legs. Cassie smiled and thought Well, that went better than expected...
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A/N: Sorry. It is kind of short, but the rest of what I wanted to put in doesn't fit really, because then it'd be too long so I just decided to put it in another chapter. You'll be getting it soon enough, so in the mean time...Review.