Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe with a Small Twist...
A/N: Hello, people of the world! This is ThePeacockFeather with another fanfiction! I love the Narnia movies! While I was watching The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe yesterday, I had a revelation… if Aslan had a daughter who is a shape-shifter, how would that effect the story? Would she do any good in the fight against the White Witch? Would she get along with the Pevensie children? What will happen? Here it is…
Disclaimers: I don't own ANYTHING!
P.S. Aslan's daughter doesn't officially come into the story until the Pevensie children meet Aslan himself.
Chapter 1…
London, England…
In the dark night sky of London, German bombers flew silently, waiting to strike.
It was the year of 1940. World War II had just begun the year before.
Edmund Pevensie watched the planes from his bedroom.
Edmund's father had gone away to fight in the war leaving Edmund and his sibling and mother alone at home.
There was an explosion in the distance as a bomb dropped from the sky.
Edmund foolishly stayed where he was, watching the raid with strange amusement.
"Edmund!" his mother suddenly appeared by his side. "What are you doing?! Get away from there!" She grabbed Edmund by his shoulder and ushered him out of the room.
The ground shook as more bombs landed nearby.
"Mummy!" young Lucy Pevensie yelled from her room to be heard over the deafening sound. Her hands were covering her small ears tightly and she looked like she was about ready to cry.
Her door swung open and Susan Pevensie rushed in, carrying a flashlight. "Lucy, com'on!" she told her little sister.
Susan took Lucy's hand and they both ran for the tornado shelter outside.
The sisters rushed into the humid and sticky evening air.
Behind then were their mother, Helen Pevensie and their oldest brother, Peter who was dragging Edmund along.
Susan threw open the door to the cellar and everyone piled into the tiny space.
But before Helen could close the doors, Edmund sprinted back out and ran back to the house.
The bombers were getting dangerously close to their neighborhood.
"Edmund, come back here!" Helen screamed but the boy did not listen.
Peter, being the brave and caring brother he is, went after Edmund despite his mother's cries.
Edmund happened to be running back to get one certain item.
It stood on the bedside table in his mother's room. A photo of the children's father in the military.
Just before Edmund could take it, there was an explosion so close that it shattered the windows of the house and knocked the boy to the floor.
It was a miracle that the 10 year old doesn't get any glass splinters.
Edmund managed to grab the photo before Peter caught up with him and shoved him violently out to the tornado shelter.
Outside, the girls were screaming for them to run as bombs landed around them.
By another miracle, the entire family makes it safely through the bombing.
One week later…
The Blitz had forced many mothers to send their children to the country where they can escape the bombing.
Helen Pevensie too, had to send away her children.
The train station was busy that day.
The Pevensie children stood with their mother, in the middle of the crowd.
Helen tied a label onto Lucy's coat. "You need to keep this on, darling."
Lucy nodded grimly and hugged her plush teddy bear.
"Are you warm enough?" Helen asked her youngest daughter.
Lucy nodded again and embraced her mother sadly.
"Good girl…" Then Helen handed Susan a label and moved on to tying one on Edmund's coat.
"Country's boring…" Edmund commented.
"Boring is safe." Susan snapped back while finishing attaching the small sheet of paper onto her shirt.
"If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go…"
"If Dad were here then the war would be over and we wouldn't have to go!" Peter pointed out rather harshly.
"You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?" Helen asked her son hopefully.
Edmund did not answer.
Helen attempted to hug Edmund but he pulled away.
The caring mother moved to Peter. "You will look after the others won't you, Dear?"
Peter blinked back tears. "I… I will, Mom…"
Susan looked at her feet when her mother addressed her.
"Susan…"
Susan looked up.
"Be a big girl…"
Susan sniffled a bit and tried to smile.
Helen drew in a short breath and said, "Alright… off you go."
The four children picked up their luggage and joined the line to board the train.
Helen waved to her children as they disappeared into the train carts.
The train then left the station with toot of its whistle.
The Country…
The train dropped Lucy, Edmund, Susan and Peter at Coombe Halt.
The air was quiet and cleaner than what they were used to.
The children heard an automobile coming up the dirt road. They quickly gathered their things and rushed to the road.
Lucy waved at the driver but the he didn't even look at them as he drove past.
"The professor knew we were coming." Susan said, confused.
Edmund fumbled with the paper attached to his coat and tried to read it. "Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled…"
Peter turned his head to look down the road.
The sound of hoof beats caught his ears and a white horse trotted in their direction.
The horse pulled a small wagon with a little and stern looking lady driving it. She stopped in front of the children and stared at them with a hint of disgust.
Peter and Susan glanced at each other. "…Mrs. Macready…?"
"I'm afraid so." The woman looked the Pevensies over. "Is this it then? Haven't you brought anything else?"
"No ma'am…" Peter muttered. "It's just us."
Lucy nodded at the woman supportively.
"Small favors…" Mrs. Macready jerked her head to the back of the wagon as if motioning for the children to get on.
Moments later…
The professor's house came into view after a bumpy and awkwardly quiet ride. It was a large brick building that looked like it's been there for centuries.
"Professor Kirke is not accustom to having children in his house," Mrs. Macready was saying as she lead the guests into the mansion. "And as such there are a few rules we need to follow." She turned around to look at the kids. "There will be no shouting. Or running. No improper use of the dumbwaiter. NO touching of the historical artifacts!" she shouted just as Susan was about to touch the nose of a marble bust.
Susan froze.
Edmund tried not to smile.
"And above all…" Mrs. Macready lowered her voice as they passed a tall black door. "… there shall be no disturbing… of the professor."
The radio played the news of another raid in London.
It was nighttime and Lucy laid in a bed trying to sleep.
Peter stared out the window.
Susan turned off the radio after a while.
"The sheets feel scratchy…" Lucy observed her bedding sadly.
"Wars don't last forever, Lucy," Susan comforted. "We'll be home soon."
"Yeah, if home's still there," Edmund muttered bitterly.
"Isn't it time you're in bed?"
"Yes, Mum," Edmund answered mockingly.
"Ed!" Peter shouted.
The unhappy boy didn't say anything else.
Peter turned to Lucy. "You saw outside. This place is huge. We can do whatever we want here. Tomorrow's going to be great. Really."
Lucy felt a bit better that night.