Pls note: I own none of C.S. Lewis's lovely work, just the idea :)

Summary:

Minerva Pevensie is the daughter to Susan Pevensie, one of the Great Queens of Narnia. The winter after she turns 14, she is chosen by her Aunt Lucy to journey with her to the wardrobe, and the land of Aslan himself – Narnia. When she gets there, she has to prove her worth, by helping prevent a looming war with Archenland. In the process though, she falls for a half-blood of the sea – a human that has the same powers of a mermaid. As she gets more and more distracted with his enchanting eyes and alluring features, the war rapidly comes closer. Soon, the only way out of this situation for the glorious kingdom of Narnia is through marriage and since the King of Archenland only has a son, and she is the only girl of suitable age, she has no choice but to marry in order to save the kingdom she also fell for. Will she marry to save the many, or join love to save herself? And who is that rather handsome Narnian that Aunt Lucy is flirting with?

The sun was neither setting nor rising as my aunt Lucy smiled and patted the place next to her on the old chair. I walked over cautiously. Her eyes sparkled and her hair cut in the same bob she had for years – apparently so long that she still looked like a teenager, despite being 28. She acted a lot older than her age sometimes, even on the off chance she acted like a grandmother – like now.

' Minerva, come, sit here. I want to tell you something.' She said in her cheery voice.

' Yes?' I mumbled, sitting next to her.

She looked right into my boring brown eyes. ' Have you ever heard of Narnia?'

I froze. Like the stories that she got me a few years ago? Why would she be asking me that when she knew all too well she had brought it the books for me?

' Yes. You gave the books to me a few years ago, remember?' I gently tapped her head. ' Are you okay there, Aunt Lucy? I think you're coming down with something.'

She half-laughed then I saw her face chill and become serious.

' Nice try, Min. And yes I do know about the books I gave you. Can you tell me the names to the four children seen throughout?' She asked me slowly in the old, dusty attic.

I rolled my eyes. ' Yeah. Lucy, Edmund, Susan and Peter Pevensie. Just like Mum's name and Uncle Peter's and Uncle Edmund's and your name. Exactly the same. But it's not real. I mean, Talking lions don't exist -' I paused and put my right hand to the sky. ' To cause you no offence, Oh, Great Aslan.'

She laughed lightly. ' Don't worry, he understands. Not everyone believes in him, but he understands.'

I frowned. ' You say that like you know him.'

' I do. And now it's time you did too.' She told me, smoothing down my dress in an unashamed fashion – she knew I was 14, but she didn't care about age, to her I was a good friend, and friends do that sort of thing.

' What do you mean?' I asked her.

' Your mother and I, as well as Edmund and Peter are going back to Professor Kirke's Manor for the holidays and I want you to come. Aslan said we could only bring one child for each of us, and I choose you.' She looked at me softly. ' Please, say you'll come. I really want you meet him.' Lucy sounded a lot younger now, almost like a little girl begging to go to the toyshop.

She sighed and put her warm hands in her lap, gazing up at nothing in particular, reminiscing of her childhood. As she looked off into the distance that wasn't there, I saw her features grow in youth. She looked younger, more innocent than she was. This was one of the few times that she was back in England – she liked to travel the world, find something that she liked and could stay with – she hasn't found anything yet though. She wore a pretty red cotton floral dress, with white scalloped hem to just below her knees and light brown lace up shoes with white socks to just above her ankles. She lightly tapped absentmindedly, a broad smile coming on the longer she looked on.

' Okay Aunt Lucy, I'll come.' I told her finally.

She laughed and clapped her hands. ' Right! Well, we don't have much time to get ready. We have to leave in four days.'

' Four days?' I cried. ' I thought it would be over the holidays?'

' It is.' Lucy said. ' You see, your mother, Peter, Edmund and I have finally worked out the Narnian time span. They have holidays too, so we are going on their holidays, not ours. I'm sorry.'

I shrugged, realising I would miss out on school – yes!(Don't tell my teacher mother that I said that!) ' Okay. I'll get packed up.' I said, standing.

' Only for about four days. Cair Paravel should have some clothes that should fit you, but just in case, pack a few pairs of shorts.' She called as I walked out the door.

About two days later, I was ready. I had everything and a checklist that was already worn.

List for Professor Kirke's Manor/ Narnia.

Three dresses

Light blue floral to my knees

Dark red floral to just below knees

Purple long sleeve to my knees

Three pairs of pants

Beige pleated shorts to knees

Black pants

White shorts to knees

Five pairs of socks

Three white pairs to just above my ankle

Two pairs to my knees

Three shirts

One pale orange scalloped collar blouse

One plain white blouse

One mauve scalloped collar blouse with frills

Two skirts

One red tartan to my knees

One pale pink one to my knees

Three cardigans

One grey

One black

One pale blue

Other normal undergarments that I will not write on this list

' So, Minerva, are you ready?' Asked Lucy.

I nodded. ' As ready as I'll ever be for Narnia. I hear you never know when you go, so I'm holding on to this suitcase tight.' I shook it in my hands for good measure.

She smiled. ' Right. We're taking the train since all of us will be able to go at once, that is if Edmund can hurry up.' She called over her shoulder, ' Ed, get a move on! Aslan won't wait all day!'

A low voice shouted back, ' Gee Lu, hold on. I have to find some more batteries for the torch I left there last time.'

' They're in the second draw in the kitchen, Uncle Edmund,' I said.

A man in his thirties with black hair poked his head out of a cream doorway.

' Thanks, Minerva.' He smiled.

While I sat on the train, I wiggled my teddy bear's paws nervously – I had to bring Bear with me or else it wouldn't feel right. Then, my knees started to jiggle. Next, my eyes started to dart about like nothing else. Lucy put a warm hand on my knee.

' Calm down Minerva.' She shook her head. ' You're acting like you're getting ready for an exam.'

I sighed. ' Sorry. I just… what if Narnia doesn't like me?'

' Narnia loves everyone, even the people everyone else hates. You'll be fine.' My Aunt said reassuringly.

I nodded again and started to read the mathematics book my mother roped me into bringing. Yikes.

My mother chose one of her students from the school she taught at – I didn't particularly like her much, too stuck up and bossy for me. Uncle Edmund chose my cousin, Uncle Peter's son, Markus. He was 10, about the same age Aunt Lucy first went to Narnia - he's so cute with his adorable blonde hair! Uncle Peter was bringing along one of the young boys his other son, Daniel knew, Paul. Out of all of us, Paul was the oldest, nice old 15 and 7 months. He made me feel so little even though I was technically the tallest in my class back in London. And sure he was only a year and a bit older than me, still he was skinny and lanky and tall! It was scary! He was like a giant, the same height as Uncle Peter.

Right, so this doesn't exactly sound finished, but I'll get to the "ooh, look it's a big manor and a grumpy old lady" bit later.

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