Hey everyone! So, I've been formulating this story, writing it just because, and I wanted to see if any of you liked it…? Be cruel, if you must. Anyway, this is just the first chapter, so please, have mercy:) Hopefully, it will get better. I sincerely apologize for any information I get wrong in this story, and any helpful criticism and corrections to my mistakes are greatly appreciated and gladly taken! I rated it K+ because I'm kinda paranoid and there might be some blood/violence in the story... Nothing too bad, though. But this is pretty much the movie in book form and told by someone new… Let's see how this goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia or anyone in it. I do, however, own my OC, Clarity

It's amazing how fast things are snapped into perspective when you're told that you're to die. If it hasn't happened to you, and I hope fervently that it hasn't, all I can tell you is that it doesn't feel good. You think of your friends, your family… Nothing feels the same.

I was scared. I told no one. It was the worst feeling ever. I had to lie to the ones closest to me. I had to tell them that everything was okay, when it wasn't.

But, in the end, it was for the best.

My name is Clarity- Clarity Care. This is my story.

Correction… this is my life.

It was late, exactly eleven at night, and I was playing a game of chess with Edmund. We lived in Finchley, England, but we were at war. My father was one of the soldiers at war and my mother was a nurse for those soldiers, so I was staying with the Pevensies, my best friends.

I loved each of the Pevensies the same amount, but in different ways. They were like my second family. They became my second family. I'll get to that later.

First, there's Edmund Pevensie and I shared a bond that no one, not even we, quite understood. Ed and I had grown up together- he has been there for as long as I can remember. Edmund and I were the same age, thirteen, but he was six months older than me (and never let me forget it).

Peter Pevensie was sixteen years old, and was like, or was, my own older brother. He is very protective, sometimes ordering and too firm, but a beloved big brother to me nonetheless.

Peter was not much older than his sister, or one of them, anyway. Susan Pevensie was fifteen. She had a very gentle, caring spirit, and was the closest thing to an older sister I was lucky enough to have. The two of us were also very close.

The youngest of the family was Lucy Pevensie. She was ten years old, and a very sweet, happy little girl. Everywhere we went, someone always thinks that we're real sisters; we had the same personality. This was probably why we got along so well. I was always up to playing with her, no matter what my age.

We had become very close. It was like they were my family, instead of friends. Lucy my little sister, Edmund my twin brother- though we looked nothing alike, it worked with him being the same age as I was -, Susan my older sister, and Peter my older brother.

I loved them all very much, and still do. I would do anything for them. I would lay down my life for them, and I'm sure they'd do the same.

But, soon enough, that claim was put to the test.

As I said, Edmund and I had been playing chess… until we heard the sirens. It was a warning. Bombings, I thought. We jumped up and Edmund ran to the window to look out.

The curtains were aside, and my first thought was to shut them immediately, but Mrs. Pevensie then ran in.

"Edmund, get away from there! Peter!" she called back for her son, closing the curtains quickly and tightly. "What do you think you're doing?" she shouted to Ed. She called again, "Peter! Quickly, to the shelter! Now!" she shouted, again.

Peter ran into the room and up to Edmund and me, grabbing our arms. "Come on!" he shouted. We ran through the hall, Mrs. Pevensie just behind us.

We met up with Susan and Lucy in the hall and we all started scrambling to the shelter. We were about halfway across the back yard when Edmund suddenly turned around.

"Wait, Dad!" he shouted, about to run back in the house.

"Edmund, no!" I screamed. I tried to grab his shirt, but he was already running back into the all-but-ruined house. I started to after him.

Peter turned around, too, and saw me chasing Edmund.

"Clare!" he yelled above the noise. "Go with the other girls!" he shouted. "I'll get him!" He started running to Edmund, too, now right at my side.

"Now's not the time to argue!" I shouted. "We'll both go!" He shook his head, but didn't say anything more. By now we were in the destroyed house. We looked around, searching for Edmund. Then, I remembered what he said. "Wait, Dad!" he had shouted. I knew what he was getting and where.

I ran in the direction of the living room, Peter close behind me, asking me where I was going. I didn't answer, but continued running until I got to the living room, to see Edmund grabbing a picture of his father. The window chose then to blow in, and we all fell to the floor.

We hurried back up, and Peter ran to Edmund and started shoving him out the door. "Come on, idiot! Run! Get out!" Peter shouted, also grabbing my arm as we all ran out the door and to the bomb shelter. There, he released my arm and shoved Edmund to the floor.

"Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could've got us killed!" He paused. "…Why can't you just do as you're told?"

I knelt by Edmund, who was glaring at Peter, and wrapped him in a hug. He returned it tightly and buried his head in my shoulder. I rubbed his back, knowing I had done the right thing, and that it was just what he needed now. He was very upset. Peter just shook his head and slammed the shelter door closed.

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