Disclaimer: I don't own Peter, Susan, Edmund or Lucy. I do own Kitty, Zach, Robby and Alice.
For once the story is not slash, I want to see if I can still pull of a HET story.
To get this story to work the way I wanted to I had to create some new characters but they are not Mary-Sues. They are not perfect little twats; I'd hate to write a story about someone like that and if it seems like they are I'm really sorry.
The Chronicles Of Narnia; The Return Of The White Witch.
Prologue,
Devon, 1941.
He sat up in bed when he heard it, noticing that Edmund had done the same. It was not the Air-Raid siren, nor was in the sound of planes above them, no it had been a sound Peter Pevensie hadn't heard in two years. It had been a Narnian horn.
"Peter…did you hear that or was I dreaming?" Edmund asked, looking over at his brother in the moonlight. The horn sounded again before the seventeen year old could answer. "I wasn't dreaming!"
"Boys!" Lucy screamed as she ran into the room, "We just heard Narnian horns, did you?"
"Yeah we did," Edmund jumped out of bed and pulled on his grey dressing gown. Peter swung his legs over the side of his bed but remained sitting.
"Be quiet you two, we don't want to wake up Mrs Collins do we?" Susan asked the two now very excited children.
"Oh but Susan, Narnia…" Lucy was cut off by the horn, louder this time and closer, "It came from your closet."
"Maybe we shouldn't…" Peter received glares from his siblings as Edmund opened the door revealing none other than trees. "Alright but don't blame me if it all goes wrong."
"It won't, it's Narnia!" With that said Lucy skipped into the 'closet', followed closely by Edmund.
"I just thought Aslan said we were too old," Peter said quietly to Susan who smiled and linked arms with him.
"Well obviously he's changed his mind. Come on Peter, Narnia needs us again," her kind voice and gentle grip finally spurred him into motion and together they entered the 'closet'.
London, 1941.
The bombs were falling once again but this time they were closer to their house, which meant even more danger. Kitty dressed Alice in her pink dressing gown and slippers before pulling her own on over her rather small nighty.
"Come on Kitty! We need to get to the shelter!" Zach shouted above the noise. Their mother was on night duty that night and so it was up to Kitty and Zach to look after the two littler ones.
"Right then. Alice, Robby, down to the shelter. Hurry now, hurry," Kitty said kindly to the very sleepy boy and girl who obediently trotted down the stairs. Zach had rushed ahead and was about to open the kitchen door when a bomb hit the house behind them.
"Get down!" Kitty screamed as the glass shattered and the force sent the shards at the children whilst pushing them back fiercely. Another shockwave hit the side of the house shattering even more windows.
"I want mummy!" Alice screamed, almost hysterical with fear.
"We need to get to the shelter Kitty!" Zach shouted, his face badly cut by the glass badly.
"No time, under the stairs," Kitty ordered unaware that her face was in a much similar state to his. Zach nodded and pulled Robby up, pushing him towards the cupboard under the stairs. Kitty pulled Alice up gently and pushed her into the cupboard, Zach and Robby followed. Finally she entered the cupboard and shut the door firmly behind her with a deep sigh.
"Kitty…what's going on?" Zach sounded fearful and when Kitty looked up from her hands still on the door handle she understood why. They weren't inside the cramped little cupboard, they were in a huge forest that stretched all around them as far as they could see.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know Alice, I truly don't know."
A/N The end of the prologue.