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Prologue
The last hot sweaty day of the summer holidays was upon the four Pevensie children we know so well. They were enjoying the last rays of sun for a long time, yet not taking in any of them but all thinking miserably of the long year of university to come.
After siting in silence for what seemed like hours, the youngest brother of the four, Edmund, unenthusiastically suggested that they retreat into the steadily decaying Mansion in the middle of the countryside where these remarkable teenagers had been sent five years earlier as evacuees- to escape the war in London.
Their parents died in the most honourable ways possible. Their father went to war against Germany, never to return: as for their mother… well she stood her ground, as an air-raid occurred, and you can guess the rest. The Mansion across the lawn from the heroes and heroines of this story was owned by a very old professor, who had given them shelter and the opportunity of the best adventure of lives.
The youngest of the four, Lucy Pevensie, had found a wardrobe even older then the house, in an upstairs room leading to the amazing world, Narnia. These four children had been back once more before the older two, Susan and Peter, were told they were not to return because they were too grown up, however the younger two, Lucy and Edmund, returned once more to save Narnia. At the end of their third journey they were once again sent reluctantly home by the king of Narnia; Aslan.
Chapter 1
The thought of returning to work
As the four young adults slowly dragged their feet back up the stuffy house, Peter started complaining that the others were getting it easy again.
"This is so unfair, you lot are so lucky. All you have to do it carry on studying for your stupid exams!" He said, with a hint of envy in his voice for his younger siblings, "I have to find a job and get a life of my own!"
Edmund whispered so that only his younger sister Lucy could hear,
"I can't wait to be rid of him. He keeps giving us lectures on how to pass our exams; and he's the one saying they're stupid and pointless!"
"Ed, don't say that. I know you'll miss him, we all will whether you like it or not." Lucy replied with as much surety as she could muster.
They had reached the drawing room, as the professor shuffled out with the assistance of his ageing house keeper, Mrs Macready. They all bid the professor goodnight before perching on the edges of their own seats. After fidgeting around Lucy finally settled in to a drowsy looking pose as Peter broke into his usual lecture on the importance of exams. Susan, having completed her exams and waiting for her results, felt not particular need to listen to her brother's drowning, and merely chanced a glance at her younger brother. To neither of the sister's surprise, Edmunds ears had gone red, which was a sign his anger was boiling up inside him. They continued to look in to space because he had never actually got angry at anyone over the constant lectures from his brother.
But, if he had not got angry there would be no story, so...
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! YOU THINK YOU KNOW IT ALL BUT YOU DON'T!"
Edmund went red in the face yelling at Peter. Lucy and Susan both jumped out of their skins. Lucy even let out a tiny scream of horror.
"HOW DARE YOU! I AM TRYING TO HELP!" Peter retaliated.
"YOU ARE DOING NOTHING BUT BORING US TO DEATH!"
"Is THIS, how you feel?" Peter turned and asked his sisters angrily.
"Please don't bring us into this, and please stop shouting, you'll wake the Professor." Susan pleaded.
"Well I don't know why I was wasting my time helping you." Peter grimaced in the direction of a tomato red Edmund.
"Peter, please don't-"
"AND WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?" Edmund demanded, cutting across Susan.
"That anyone trying to teach you anything, is wasting their time. Why you're so stupid they should put you back in first year!" Sneered Peter, not bothering to try and hide the fact he thought this was an excellent come-back.
A tear fell out of Lucy's eye and landed on her hands; tightly clasped in her lap.
"You don't really mean that." She whispered on the verge of crying.
"Don't you think so too?" Peter said, obviously very satisfied with Edmund's silence.
"No, of course not!" Susan said standing up, she turned to Edmund and hoped he would calm down.
"YOU'RE A POMPOUS TWIT!"
Edmund yelled before sprinting out of the room with tears pouring down his face.
"What was that for? Can't you just leave him alone?" Said Lucy, glowering at Peter as she sped out of the room- also with hot tears running down her face.
"Really, the day before we go back!" Susan said to a disgruntled looking Peter,
"We're the ones who have to act like the parents around here, and you're acting like a five year old!"
Susan ran after the fading ponding of feet. Peter felt terrible, the time he'd been too hard on Ed before, Ed had ended up in an ice-prison. He sighed, and followed after his brother and sisters.
Lucy rounded the corner she had seen Edmund's shoe heel disappear round seconds before to find an empty dead end. Something knocked her forwards, she turned to see Susan very out of breath apologising through sharp breaths.
Lucy turned back to the solid corner, like a very short passage with no destination.
Susan, still pondering how out of shape she was, obviously had not seen Edmund disappear round the corner and so Lucy stepped forward, into the dead end and thought to herself,
'Surely this was where the passage leading to the boys bedrooms had been?' Lucy thought she might be going mad and hallucinating. So she reached out for the flowery wall paper, expecting to feel cold solid hardness, instead she found her fingers puncturing through something that felt like water and rippled the flowery surface, but was not wet but dry. Stunned by this out of the ordinary phenomenon, she pulled back her fingers to inspected them, but before she had time to say anything to Susan about her going mad, or ask if this was a dream, an arm rippled and broke though the flowery, dry water wall and grabbed her by the arm, it took her so much so by surprise that she forgot to resist, and fell forward through the wall.
