Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I hope you enjoy this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia, nor its characters.
Also, the characters are original, with original names. Here is whom they will be similar to:
Clara Loveland = Susan Pevensie
Julie Loveland = Lucy Pevensie
Thomas Loveland = Peter Pevensie
Jem Loveland = Edmund Pevensie
Curtis Nottingham = Eustace Scrubb
Prologue
"Clara!"
A slender, dark-haired English girl glanced up from her book and frowned at the sight that greeted her.
"Clara, tell this boy to let me alone!"
Clara let out an exasperated sigh before tearing her cousin away from her younger sister.
"Curt, leave my sister alone, alright?"
The tawny-haired boy looked extremely enraged. "My name is Curtis!"
Clara rolled her eyes. "Fine, Curtis," she spoke without malice. "Stop bothering my sister."
"How could I not when she was driving me to insanity with her foolish tales of fantasy?" he demanded loudly.
The auburn-haired young girl beside him crossed her arms, indignant and offended.
"Fairy Tales are not foolish, mind you!"
"They are too!" Curtis shot back in a taunting tone. "Fairy tales are for babies! For toddlers! For children well under your age!"
"You take that back right now, Curtis Nottingham!" exclaimed the red-headed girl, her face fiery red from fury.
"Hush, Julie!" interrupted Clara. She held her sister back with one arm while keeping a firm grip on her cousin's shoulder. "And you too, Curtis! What's the matter with both of you? Didn't we all promise we would make an effort to get along?"
Julie's anger immediately diminished, and now she looked down at the floor shamefully.
"I'm sorry, Clara," the twelve-year-old murmured. Then, with a clench of her jaw, she muttered, "I apologize, Curtis."
Clara glared at her cousin, who returned it with a prideful look.
"Curtis, apologize," ordered Clara in her best motherly tone. Curtis scoffed.
"Me? Apologize? Ha!" He made a fruitless attempt to shake off Clara's grip. "I shall do no such thing! I have done no wrong, and I have accepted the brat's apology. What is the reason I must apologize to her?"
"Curtis Nottingham!"
"Clara? Julie?" called a voice. "We're home! Is something going on?"
"Thomas! Jem!" squealed Julie, delighted by her brothers' return. "You've come!"
Thomas, a handsome, golden-haired boy of eighteen, smiled down at his little sister. "Yes, Julie, we've come." He then scrunched his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. "What's going on?"
Julie pouted. "Curtis wouldn't apologize when I did."
Jem, the other boy of chestnut hair, stared at his cousin with an incredulous expression.
"Why? What happened?"
Before Clara could reply, splashes of sparkles rippled throughout the floor. As the glow surrounded them all, a gust of wind blew, knocking them out.
Clara couldn't even manage a scream as darkness engulfed her.