AN: this is just the prologue to explain some things that need to be explained for the story to make sense later on. The story is mostly going be about Lucy (With some side stories that twist into the plot) but she's not in the prologue much. This takes place during "The Magician's Nephew" (Sort of) the next chapter will take place during "Prince Caspian" and will be based mostly off the movie but also the book. This is also going to be a Edmund/Lucy, Peter/Susan, Caspian/Susan story. So if you don't like those pairings you probably wont like this. Also it's going to be Very very AU.
prologue
"King Frank, your majesty, rise up and make haste!" A horrified voice called out.
King Frank sat up in bed. Someone was pounding on the bed chamber walls. The panicked voice was familiar. It must have been someone he knew well.
Queen Helen, who'd been laying beside him sat up and looked at her husband wide-eyed. "What do you suppose is going on?"
"I don't know, Nellie." He answered, getting up out of bed and fast-walking to the door.
"Hurry, my king!" The voice behind the door pleaded.
"Master Koreen, is that you?" The king asked, unlatching the door, "Whatever is the matter?"
Master Koreen, a faun and a trusted adviser to the king stood there shaking all over. "The castle is under attack!"
"How is that possible?" King Frank asked him. "There's been nothing but peace in Narnia for ever so long."
"Well it's over now!" The faun cried. "The rebels are attacking the closed draw bridge as we speak."
"Oh, Frank!" Wailed the queen. "What's going to happen to us?"
The king remained calm. "Please, Master Koreen, what sort of creatures are these?"
"I'm not sure, they may be human, or they may be simply foolish creatures of Narnia gone back to their wild ways. They wear such dark armor that I can't quite make out their shape on this cursed dark night. There's hardly even any moonlight." Master Koreen explained.
"We must fight them." King Frank said bravely.
"Frank, you don't know how to fight!" Cried Helen. "I don't want to lose you."
"Hush, Nellie, my love, for this must be done." He told her. "It's a matter of safety and honor. We promised to be a good king and Queen. I promised Aslan I'd be the first to go off to battle and the last to retreat, did I not?"
"Yes," Helen sighed. "You did make a promise, and you must keep it. But do be save, my love."
"Now," Frank was saying. "We must get you and the children to a safe place."
"The children, yes." Helen agreed. "But not I, I shall stand by you in battle with my own bow and arrows."
"You will do no such thing." King Frank argued.
"I will." Helen insisted stubbornly.
"But Nellie!" He pleaded. "You could be hurt. And who will watch the children and see that they are kept away from this battle?"
Helen thought it over for a moment. "Master Koreen shall do that."
"Me?" The faun gasped. "Not I!"
"As queen, I order to you do it." Helen told him firmly.
Master Koreen shook his head. "My queen, I mean no disrespect to you or your beloved children, but surely you understand that I cannot care for the little darlings? I'm not a motherly person, my queen. Nor a fatherly one for that matter either. I would be best used as a fighter."
The queen hardened her stare. "Master Koreen, you are their tutor and I know you are good to them, you will go to them at once-you're a bit old to fight anyway, you must remember that-and take then through the secret underground passages that leads to the great caves in the north."
"I?" the faun looked very nervous. "Not a nursemaid perhaps?"
"No, no, no." Helen said, getting up and putting her dressing-gown over her night-clothes. "You take them, and bring them back when we send word. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my queen." Master Koreen muttered as he raced down the hall to the nursery where the five children slept. As he ran, he continued to mutter. "Leaves me with the children, me! What's a mess this is turning into!"
The four children were all lovely. The eldest was a boy who looked almost exactly like King Frank but like his mother, Helen around the eyes. He had chestnut brown hair and black eyes. His name was Omar. he was ten years old.
The second eldest was also a boy. He had golden hair and bright green eyes the color of grass. He was very pale because he liked nothing better than to sit inside all day reading. His name was Len, he was eight and a half years old.
The third child was a girl, the only daughter of Frank and Helen. She had bright blue eyes and long black hair. She was timid and gentle by nature and motherly in spite of her tender age. Her name was Susan, she wasn't yet five years old.
The last child was the baby of the family at only two years old. He could both walk and crawl. He had dark hair like his sister. His name was Edmund.
All of the children had their own bed. Perfectly soft, stuffed with swan feathers. But more often, they liked to share, simply to be close to one another. During the day the could fight and even hate one another. At night they couldn't even dislike each other even a little.
All four of them were snuggled together in the bed of the oldest boy, Omar, because it was the biggest one. They were startled when the door swung open and Master Koreen stood there.
Edmund began to cry.
"Shh...dear brother, it's alright, there there." Susan tried to calm him.
"What are you doing here, tutor?" Omar demanded. "you've gone and frightened us half to death. Do you expect us to be bright and alert for lessons if you are intent on waking us up at this hour?"
"My prince, the castle is under attack." Master Koreen explained. "You must all come with me, we are to go into hiding."
"Not, I!" Omar said. "I shall fight."
"No, you will not." Master Koreen said. "You are too young,"
Omar pouted but because he was secretly afraid, did not press the issue.
Susan and Len began packing things they would need, clothes, blankets, pillows, and some food.
"One of you must carry your youngest brother." Master Koreen instructed. "He is too little to keep up on his own."
Susan picked him up and he began howling. "Hush, Edmund." She said, not unkindly.
The faun carefully lend them down the tunnels to the safe caves of the north. It was a two day fast walk underground. They all had to keep going and going, stopping only to eat and sleep.
None of the children liked this arrangement. Omar became unbearably grumpy, Len sulked, Susan became irritated very easily, and Edmund spent more than half of the time wailing.
When they'd finally reached the caves of the north, the two eldest ran as close to the opening of the cave as they dared, desperate for a little sunlight. Master Koreen followed them. Susan set Edmund down expecting him to follow the others, but rather he went deeper into the cave as rather a fast speed for such a little baby boy.
"Edmund, come back." Susan pleaded. "We all have to stick together."
"Look!" Edmund was headed for something strange and swirlly at the darkest end of the inner most part of the cave. It looked like ripples on muddy water but on hard rocks.
"Edmund, don't!" Susan grabbed into her brother right before he could touch the swirling brown wall in front of them. However, she lost her footing and fell right into the swirling wall herself, still clutching onto her brother, thus pulling him with her. Then all was black.
When she awoke, she felt very cold. She found that this was because she was face down in snow. She felt something pulling at her scalp.
"Wake up, wake up!" the something was pleading.
"Ow!" Cried Susan. Lifting her head up out of the pile of snow, noticed her little brother, beside her pulling her hair.
Memory is a strange thing. It can be so easily effected and changed in the blink of an eye. Trauma, fear, time travel, world travel, and much more can effect and change it.
With out knowing it, Susan had traveled through time and had landed in another world that wasn't Narnia. A world in which there was a place called England. It was nighttime there.
And whether it was because she hit her head or else if the was the shock of the whole thing, She found she could not remember anything other than that her name was Susan and the little boy beside her was Edmund. She did not remember her parents, her country, her two other brothers, or the fact that she was a princess.
She wondered why she could not remember anything and became fearful. Why was she in the snow wearing a long velvet green-and-black gown? And what was that silver ring on her thumb? It had a carving of a lion on it, but she hadn't a clue as to where she had gotten the ring to begin with. She did not remember her mother, Queen Helen giving it to her when she turned two years old.
Looking around her, Susan saw many well lit, warm looking houses. She was on a sidewalk beside a row of them. She also noticed strange things going back and forth in the road in front of her. She had no way of knowing they were only cars. She thought they might be anything and was afraid.
In one of the houses there lived a woman named Helen Pevensie, her Husband, Mr. Pevensie, and their two children, Peter and Lucy. Peter was only a year older than Queen Helen's daughter, Princess Susan. Lucy was about a year old.
Peter was very fond of his baby sister and spent even more time with her than Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie did. He was pretty good with little children even though he was only about six years old himself.
On this snowy, snowy night, he had been sitting by the fire playing peek-a-boo with Lucy.
By the third or fourth time he'd said "Pee-a-boo!" Lucy figured out that even when he covered his face, he hadn't actually disappeared and lost all interest in the game. And decided on a new game of "Let's tap my brother on the head over and over again until he gets fed up and goes to look out the window"
Looking out the window Peter saw two shivering figures. A little girl not much younger than himself and a little boy not much older than his baby sister. They looked so cold and alone. He had little doubt that they were crying.
His father had fallen asleep reading in the rocking chair and his mother had been tired and gone to bed early.
The little boy and girl noticed him looking out at them through the window. They looked back at him sadly.
The poor things, Peter thought, why should Lucy and I get to be warm and comfortable in there while those poor children freeze to death out there?
So he went to the side door and called them over. "Hullo."
"Hullo." Susan said, politely.
"My name is Peter." He told her. "What's yours?"
"I'm Susan, and this is my little brother Edmund." Susan explained.
"Hi!" Edmund waved at him.
"Where do you come from?" Peter asked her.
Susan shrugged. "I don't know, I can't remember, maybe Edmund does." She looked to her brother, "Do you remember?"
Edmund blinked at her. He couldn't quite remember either. And if he did, it wasn't very clearly.
"You both look cold." Peter told them, opening the door wider for them to get in. "Why don't you come in and get warm?"
"Oh, may we?" Susan cried happily, seizing her brother's hand and leading him into the warm home of the Pevensies.
Susan sat by the fireplace and folded the dress over her feet before edging a bit closer to the warm fire.
"That's a nice dress." Peter noticed. "I couldn't tell the way you had it all bunched up before."
"It is, isn't it?" Susan agreed. It was pretty grand looking now that the snow it had been covered in was melting off.
"I'll go get some blankets for you and your brother." Peter told her, heading for the hall closet.
Lucy, noticing the new people present, crawled over to them.
"Hi." Edmund said to her.
She sat next to him and smiled, resting her head on Susan's left arm. Peter joined the group moments later. And just like that, the four of them bonded for life.
Needless to say, Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie were quite taken back (to put it lightly), when they found they had two more children than they'd had before going to sleep.
"We'll keep them until someone comes looking for them." Mr. Pevensie said.
and no one ever came.
AN: Kind of random and not much, I know, but it'll all make more sense at the end. But I wont post/write more if I don't get reviews so review!