1940

Edmund watched the battle high up in the sky, intrigued. The siren wailed continuously, but Edmund paid no heed to it. Danger might be inevitable, but he was content to sit here in his dream, watching the flashes of light overhead.

Mrs Pevensie noticed her son as soon as she entered the room, and an expression of shock lit her face as she hurried towards him.

"Edmund! Get away from there!" She closed the curtains as she called for her eldest son

"Peter? Peter" he came into the room "quickly! the shelter now"

Upstairs, Susan sifted through her things, with a torch in her hand. The war had come to them, and for once she felt something again. The same thing that had taken her father away had come, and she didn't want to be swept away by the threat it posed.

"Mummy!" yelled a terrified Lucy.

Susan turned to see Lucy curled up in a frightened ball under the covers of her duvet. Her dark blue eyes were wide with horror, and she hurried over and grabbed the younger girl's cold hand, helping her out of her bed.

"Lucy, come on"

The Pevensies raced downstairs to the kitchen, before unlocking the door and racing outside to the shelter. Aeroplanes flew overhead, dropping bombs, and they all ran for their lives.

"Wait!" cried Edmund, "Dad!"

He turned around and ran back towards the house, and Peter sighed heavily and sprinted after him, shouting, "I'll get him!"

Susan felt that she had gone suddenly cold as she watched her two brothers running back towards the house – running straight into danger.

"Peter, no!" shrieked Mrs Pevensie, "Come back!"

Edmund ran back inside and Peter followed him

"come here!" the sirens grew louder

"Edmund get down" Peter pushed him to the floor as a bomb exploded nearby

"Come on you idiot" Peter pulled him up and Edmund scrambled to grab the picture, which was of his father

As they ran their mother called out to them "come on hurry"

The boys quickly rushed inside the shelter, Peter pushing Edmund roughly onto a bed. His blue eyes flashed with anger.

"Why can't you think about anyone else but yourself?" Peter fumed,

"You're so selfish! You could have got us killed!"

Mrs Pevensie glared at him.

"Stop it" Her tone would usually tell Peter to do as was told, but today Peter was feeling rebellious and defiant.

She embraced Edmund stiffly, and Edmund gave Peter a bitter look, and that was what prompted him to speak again.

"Why can't you just do as you're told?" demanded Peter, before closing the door to the shelter.

The four children stood with Mrs. Pevensie in the train station. They were being shipped off somewhere safe following the bombings the previous evening. Mrs. Pevensie knelt next to Lucy and fastened a small pack on her.

"You need to keep this on alright?" Lucy looked around nervously "you warm enough? Good girl"

Their mother moved around her children fastening their tags to them.

Edmund glared at the Children Evacuation poster. "If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go," he complained.

"If Dad were here, it would mean the war was over and we wouldn't have to go" Peter snapped.

Mrs. Pevensie looked at Edmund, her eyes begging him. "You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?" She asked. Edmund just nodded his head.

Mrs. Pevensie hugged, or attempted to hug Edmund but he leaned away from her. She moved on to Peter. She engulfed him in a tight hug

"promise me you will look after the others?"

"I will, Mum," Peter replied.

"good man" she said as she looked at him

She looked at Susan, and came over to hug her as well.

"Oh, Susan," she whispered. Susan looked as if she were about to break down, but put on a forced smile "be a big girl" Susan choked back tears as she hugged her mother to her

"alright, off you go" Mrs. Pevensie watched as they pushed through the lines and up to the workers asking for their tickets. Peter reached for the tickets, but then something caught his attention. A group of soldiers passed through the train station. Peter, too caught up in that, only noticed what was going on when Susan nudged him in the arm.

"Peter, tickets," she whispered.

"Oh, right" Peter handed the station worker his ticket and walked over to where the others were waiting. "Come on,"Peter told them, leading them on the train. They hung out of the window and waved to their mother for as long as they could

The train took off out of the platform and the children were still trying to find seats. They came across a booth with only two other kids in it. That's where everything changed.


2011

"repeat it again" a loud voice called out over the dance room. Anna groaned due to exhaustion, ballet was an incredibly difficult profession and her ballet mistress was being exceedingly difficult. She stood up straight again and re-started her routine again. Her feet were aching so every time she went en pointe she winced in pain. But she knew that pain must never be shown or she could lose marks in the competitions.

After practice she ran up to her younger cousin Heather

"Anna you always have to practice, its not fair!" her 11 year old cousin pouted

" you know that I am training so I can get in to the Mariinsky Ballet company, it is internationally known as one of the world's greatest ballet companies, I have to get in there main troupe" I stressed to her

"I know but you should spend more time with me" I looked at her, we crossed the road and stood on the train platform

"okay, now I promise that I will spend more time with you" I held out my pinky finger, she linked hers to it and we walked into the station.

Waterloo station was packed as usual, I saw a really old fashioned train, I looked up and saw a lot of children dressed in clothing from the 1930s

"what are we wearing Anna?" i looked at her, surely i was wearing my jeans and t shirt that i had put on after practice, i looked down and saw myself wearing a pair of flat suede boots, a flower printed dress with a loose collar, a nd a dark grey cardigan with black dots on at. I noticed I still had my bag and my bracelet, but I also saw that i had a large suitcase with me, I wallked over to a man standing near the train

"excuse me, what year is it?" he looked at me like I was insane

"it's 1940 miss, are you ok?" i nodded my head and walked away, i pinched myself to check whether I was dreaming or not but as i felt the pain, I assumed that I was not

"I don't think we are in london anymore sweetie" she looked at me with tears in her eyes and hugged me tightly, the women all around us looked at us sympathetically.

The man I asked for the year came round all of the children and hustled us on to the train, i kept a tight grip on to Heathers arm so we didn't get separated.

We found an empty compartment and sat down. I looked on the labels that we had on and they both said the same name so I breathed a sigh of relief.

As we left a third station, a group of four children walked past, they were obviously looking for a place to sit, I walked out of the compartment

"if you are looking for a place to sit, there is plenty of room in mine and my cousins compartment" they looked at me

"thank you very much" the oldest girl said to me offering a small smile. They walked in and sat down with us