The Six

Hi everybody I'm M, this is a rewritten version of LWW, but with a few extra characters that I came up with myself. This whole story will be written in the view of a Pevensie or in the third person. This is based mainly off of the movie version of LWW. This will most likely turn into a series, with a story written for the Golden Age, Prince Caspian, the Dawn Treader, and after the Dawn Treader. I'm writing this story mainly for myself, so please no hate comments, but constructive criticism will be gladly appreciated.

Info about Characters (during LWW)

Pictures of characters and other Narnia updates can be found on my instagram @NarnianRoyalFamily

Emily-Marie Pevensie - 15 - Looks like Kenna (Caitlin Stasey) from Reign

Emily is Peter's twin and was born 7 minutes earlier than him, she is a free spirit who doesn't like to be controlled within reason

Peter Pevensie - 15 - Looks like Peter (William Moseley) from Narnia

Peter is Emily's twin, and although he is 7 minutes younger than her he is still her "big brother"

Jackson Treg - 15 - Looks like Bash (Torrance Coombs) from Reign

Jackson in the son of the Pevensie children's mother's best friend Jane, he grew up as a nextdoor neighbor to the Pevensie's, he is Peter's best friend, Jackson and Emily are in a relationship but none of the other children know

Susan Pevensie - 14 - Looks like Susan (Anna Popplewell) from Narnia

Susan is the most responsible and logical of the Pevensie children

Edmund Pevensie - 12 - Looks like Edmund (Skandar Keynes) from Narnia

Edmund is rebellious and strong willed, but like most twelve year olds doesn't always understand the severity of his actions

Lucy Pevensie - 9 - Looks like Lucy (Georgie Henley) from Narnia

Lucy is the most innocent of the Pevensie children, she is hurt easily but has a fiery temper that shines through when she wants it to

And now on to the real story

THE SIX

Emily's POV

I rub the minty green gem in my hand, it's cool surface calms me down. The gem was in the box father had carved for me before he went to war, that time feels so long ago. In the box were a few of my favorite things, an Irish blessing coin given to me by Father, Mothers pearl necklace, the one she wore in her wedding, she had given it to me on Peter and I's 15th birthday. There was also the key to Jackson's house, I still haven't told Peter about me and Jack, I promise I'll tell him one day. For now I will let him rest, I forgot how peaceful he looks when he is asleep.

I don't remember much about the air raid, one moment I'm answering the door to a frightened Jack and his mother Jane telling me there is an air raid coming, then I'm running with Lucy to the bomb shelter. I remember Ed turning back and Pete chasing after him, then they're thrown into the shelter with a broken picture of dad.

I don't remember much about my childhood, but I do remember Peter, Susan, and I playing with dad in the backyard. Dad and Peter would through a ball around, and whenever it would come near me or Susan we would scream. It was hard for the three of us when dad left, I remember Susan in the school restroom,crying her heart out when he left. Ed retreated into himself, he rarely talks to us now. Which is almost amusing, Peter and I used to beg him to be quiet. And Lucy well Lucy has become clingy, holding someone's hand wherever she goes.

Then we were walking into the train station. Peter was distracted staring at a group of soldiers walking by, I look to where he was looking and realize why. A man was walking by, he was probably 10 years older than Pete and I, but he looked exactly like dad did when we were young. I look over my shoulder to see A silent tear fall down Susan cheek. She saw him too, only now do I realize how glad I am that Ed and Lu didn't know dad when he was that age.

"You need to keep this on, darling. All right? You warm enough? Good girl." Mum said to Lu as she buttoned up Lucy's coat. Then she turned to Ed to help tie on his identification tag.

"If Dad were here, he wouldn't make us go." Edmund says. I rolled my eyes at the thought, but before I could say anything there went Peter with his mouth.

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

"You will listen to your brother, won't you, Edmund?" I heard Mother say, though I was not truly listening.

" Promise me the two of you will look after the others." Mother said to catch my attention.

" We will, Mum." I said mindlessly as I watched Jane hug Jackson while she cries, she was letting go of her last child, never knowing if she would see him again, I can't imagine how hard that would be.

"Susan. Be a big girl." Susan nodded and wiped a silent tear from her cheek

"Alright. Off you go." We each hugged Mother before we leave to board the train.

Now we are sitting here on the train in silence, I look down at the gem in one hand and the box in the other, and so I take my golden clip out of my hair and set it along with the gem in the box next to the key, coin, and pearl necklace. Lucy is sitting on my left by the window of the train, she fell asleep minutes after we got settled on the train. I'm relieved she finally fell asleep, I can tell she has been having nightmares. The past two nights in finchley have been tough, and I know she misses dad.

When we got the all clear to come out of the bomb shelter we found part of the house destroyed, luckily we had bags with everything we would need. We decided to search through the remains of the house for anything salvageable, as we did so Lucy found her stuffed teddy, she had dropped it on the porch while we were running to the bomb shelter. Within a second of finding it she ran to Pete and for the first time in years held her arms up to be held. Peter held her for nearly thirty minutes while she cried. Susan, Mother, and I went through the house and packed up anything that was saveable. Ed being Ed ignored everything Mother and I asked him to do, we gave up after about an hour of asking him to help clean out the cupboard. Once everything was packed we started moving it all over to Jane and Jackson's house, we were all lucky that their house was perfectly fine. Lucy, Susan, and I moved into a room across the hall from Jack's. Pete and Ed moved into the room next door to us, and Mother moved into the room across from them. We found ourselves quite lucky that the Treg's had such a large house. All three of Jackson's older brothers had moved out and gone to war and his two older sister had both gotten married last year.

Before we left for the train station mother told us we were going to her father's cousin's house, she had spent summer there as a child and knew that he and his housekeeper would take good care of us. Lucy cried when Mum told us that she was not coming with us, she said that because of the evacuation procedures they were not allowing adults to evacuate until all children had left. She said that she probably won't evacuate at all, as all of the letters Father sends us hint that the war will end very soon.

I look up from my thoughts to see Peter staring at me, our eyes meet for merely a second and we understand everything the other is thinking. I suppose it has always been that way between the two of us, almost a twin telepathy thing. He is angry, not at anyone in particular, though for a second I think he saw through the wall I put up when I think of Jackson, but that fear quickly passes. He is angry at the world for being so harsh on his family. That is something I will always admire about him, though he is a few minutes younger than I, seven to be exact, he will always be my protector. And I will always be the person he confides in, even if I don't always confide in him.

Then I look over at Jackson, though I try to play it off as if I'm simply staring into space. Peter would kill Jackson if he knew that we were, though I'm not even sure what we are. I simply know that we are something different. Jackson is reading a newspaper, or at least he is trying too. I can tell that he is worried, most likely about his mother, she kind of went insane when her older sons went off to war. Jackson was really all she had, her husband had died early on in the war, he was one of the first to be drafted in our hometown. He had previous military experience and was extremely athletic, it was a blessing in a curse.

All of a sudden the train stops, I look up and realize we are some of the only children left on the train. Yet none of us stir when they announce the station. That is until Susan begins to stir and pack everything up to get off of the train, we all follow her lead and step of the train. As the train pulls away I look around.

"Great, we are in the middle of Nowhere, without an any direction as to where to go, or who we are supposed to meet." I say, though the look Susan shoots meet makes me immediately regret saying it.

We all head down the steps to road, right as we get there a car pull by. Lucy and Edmund try to wave it down, but have no luck. Lucy looks at me and I can tell she is on the verge of tears, I grab her and a give it three quick squeezes.

"Perhaps, we were incorrectly labeled." Says Edmund, as he checks his identification tag. Susan looks at hers as well before saying.

"The Professor knew we were coming."

Jackson the turns and we all see and older women, most likely a few years older our own Mother. Driving a horse pulled cart down the dirt road. She stops in front of us and looks down in a judging tone.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter questions, before turning to look me in the eyes. We share the same thought, what have we gotten ourselves into?

"I'm afraid so. Is this it then? Haven't you brought anything else?" She replies. We pile into the back of the cart, luckily there are benches to sit on. Though Susan, being afraid of heights trembles slightly as we first pull away from the station.

Lucy and Mrs. Macready strike up a conversation, Edmund stares of into space. The rest of us, all sit in silence, glancing at each other uncomfortably. We arrive and start to attempt to unload the cart. Jackson gets of and starts to unload the cart, Peter gets out to to help, then Susan, the Edmund, I help hold Lucy's hand as she attempts to climb out. But Peter grabs her by the waist and spins her around while she laughs. As I attempt to climb down, I clumsily misplace my foot and fall back. Thinking I was going to fall flat on my back I let out a desperate scream, only to find myself in Jackson's arms. I look up to see his face, then down as I notice exactly where his hand is, he knows exactly what I'm thinking. Then as I look over to see Peter, whose eyes are wide, I feel my bum (which previously had a hand on it) hit the hard dirt with a thud.

"Thanks a lot Jackson" I say sarcastically, as he helps me up. I brush my skirt off, pick up my suitcase, and grab Lucy's hand. Then we all begin to walk up a beautiful grass hill to a into the great mansion owned by the Professor.