The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, The Wardrobe and Time.

2010:

Only ten more minutes, until we were free. In ten minutes the school bell would ring and the summer holidays would start. The weather had gradually been getting warmer and I couldn't wait to just be able to soak it in and just do whatever I wanted to do.

My long wavy brown hair was pulled up in a bun because of the heat. I had green eyes, most people said they were like lynx's ones, always alert. I've been told that they can be rather intimidating if I look at people just the right way. I was not that tall, just the right height in my opinion. I loved swimming, horse-back riding and gymnastics but I had another passion: art.

For a sixteen year old, I wasn't insecure and I dare say overly confident. I was a little hot headed and could be quite sarcastic which often got me in trouble. I was the kind of girl that liked to act now and think of the consequences later.

It was a warm day in London as I, Rebecca, sat in my history lesson scribbling notes about the Blitz.

I kept thinking about the kids that had to live through the Blitzkrieg. It must have been a hard time to be growing up in with families being torn apart and bombs falling constantly on the city. At least they decided to evacuate children after a while to the country. I couldn't imagine myself living through it. My mind fell to a boy that my dreams had made up who just happened to live during the Second World War. I guess it was because we'd been studying the World War Two for a while now that that time period decided to stick to me day and night. But even so, those dreams felt different than any others I had ever had.

The bell suddenly rang and brought me out of my thoughts.

"So what are you doing during the holidays Becca?" Johanna, one of my friends asked, as we gathered up our stuff.

"I'm off to this country house with my brother, because Mum is working again and Dad's still in Afghanistan."

"Good luck with that!" The ginger teased me.

I gave her a murderous look; I didn't want to spend two weeks in an empty house with my brother. Sure, I just said I couldn't wait for the break but the first two weeks were going to be annoying and boring. The people who owned the house were old comrades of my father who were no longer in the army because of injury. My mother worked for the government so she was often away on trips and it so happened she was going to be away for the first fortnight so Dad had made the arrangements for us to get looked after. He also thought it would be a good idea for us to get some fresh country air into out lungs.

We headed out of the classroom where a couple of other friends were waiting for us. Heather and Jo's boyfriend: Gareth. I wouldn't say I didn't like him; I just don't like them together. Jo became a bit of a stuck up bitch and acted way dumber than she was when she was around him.

"Took you long enough!" He joked when we reached them.

Jo crashed her lips against him and Heather and I were left standing around awkwardly. I just wished that they had the decency of not snogging when we were around; I just hate the type of couples that just kiss for the sake of it.

"I better be off." I declared which made Jo detach herself from Gareth.

"Why go so soon?" Jo asked.

"I'm getting picked up and taken to that mansion I just told you about!" It was like she never listened to me, seriously.

"You're leaving now?" Heather inquired.

"Yes, have a nice holiday!" I snapped before turning on my heels and walking down the corridor to meet my brother at the entrance. He was probably already waiting for me.

I saw Oliver, my younger brother, sitting on a bench reading some fantasy book. He loved reading. That's what he wanted to be when he left school, a writer. He had already written a few things here and there but he'd never shown them to anyone but me. He was good especially considering he was only thirteen.

I love my brother don't get me wrong but sometimes I wish he would be a bit less shy. He tended to blend into the background. He wasn't timid around those he knew but when it came to big crowds he liked to make himself quite small. Unlike myself, I dare say. He was shorter than most boys his age but I knew soon enough he'd catch up with me and most likely end up taller. Apart from reading and writing, he was, surprisingly, into rock-climbing and kayaking which had over the years made him quite strong.

"Olly, I'm here!" I called over to him.

He looked up from his book and smiled. "Ready to go?" He asked while gathering his things up.

I nodded as I reached him. "We hardly have a choice in the matter."

Oliver shouldered his bag then looked at me. "I'm sure we're going to have fun once we get there. Don't be so pessimistic about it."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Oliver, I'm not being pessimistic, I'm being realistic. It's going to suck. What do you think is going to happen? We're not going to get sucked in to one of your fantasy books. Real life is not as exciting and adventures don't happen."

He shook his head at me before starting to walk off. We headed out of the school trying not to lose each other in the crowd of students celebrating the start of the school holidays. We crossed the street and headed towards a black Mercedes that was parked and waiting for us. We got in and the chauffeur greeted us. It was going to take us all night to get there so we would be spending the night in the car.

I took out my sketch book and looked through it. Most of the drawings were of this blond boy, some in colour or some just in pencil. This was the boy I dreamed about. I was saying before the bell rang they were a lot more vivid and seemed almost real. The other thing was that I always remembered them. Nothing much happened in the dreams; we just talked for what seemed like hours. I had learned that he was the oldest of four. He had two sisters, Susan and Lucy and a brother Edmund. He was my age and was probably the most interesting boy I had ever had the luck to meet. Sadly he had to be a dream, just a figment of my imagination. Weird, how I seemed to be falling for the only boy who I would never meet. A boy named Peter Pevensie who lived in my head.

"Where do you get the idea from?" Oliver asked.

"What?"

"The idea for the boy you're always drawing." He pointed to my notebook.

"I get them from my head." I said sarcastically but my answer was technically true.

"I just find it weird how you can draw something that you've never seen so vividly. And why draw this boy over and over again?"

"I just like to alright?" I snapped.

"Fine!" he retorted.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence. Olly was reading away and I drawing away. My eyes started to tire so I glanced at my watch and noticed it was nearly midnight. I hadn't noticed how late it had got, I had put a torch over my pad so I could see and hadn't noticed the lack of light outside. I turned to my brother who had fallen asleep with his book on his lap. I left it there; I didn't want to wake him. I closed my notepad, put it away, took the pillow that had been left for me and set it on the window and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep almost instantly and woke up in my dreams where a blond boy was waiting. When he saw me he smiled and I smiled back. He looked amazing in this white and fresh light.

"Hello!" He greeted.

"Hi!"

"How has your day been?" he asked.

"If you count being stuck in school all day and then spending the rest of it in a car. It was brilliant!" I joked.

"It sounds better than mine anyway." Peter sighed, something seemed to be troubling him and my heart went out to him. This was always the odd part; he would talk about his life as if it were real. I knew he wasn't and yet, it seemed so possible.

"What happened?" I finally asked as I reached him.

"We were evacuated yesterday as you know." I did he had told me last night. "And now my sister thinks she has found a magical land in a wardrobe."

"Well, that's highly impossible!" I smiled while sitting next to him.

"I know, but the professor thinks she might be telling the truth because she is the truthful one. And to make matters worse Edmund is misbehaving."

"It's only natural, you've just been evacuated. He's only 13, he's just lost and doesn't really like the fact you're trying to act like a father. You are his brother; he doesn't see why you should act otherwise." I explained.

"He doesn't understand the situation we are in."

"I'm sure he does." I replied.

"You don't know what it's like having your father in the army, you're never sure they are going to come back." I had never told him about my dad but it seemed the moment was getting nearer. "And now we have been taken away from our mother for God knows how long!"

"I know exactly how you feel, Peter." I said. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "My dad's in the army as well. He's away fighting in Afghanistan."

"Afghanistan?" He asked.

"It's near Russia, well the U.S.S.R, in your time."

"Wait, it's no longer the U.S.S.R in yours?"

"No, after the Second World War, it's the start of the Cold War. It's East vs. West, to make it simple. And basically they end up splitting. It's a lot more complicated than that, but revealing too much could be dangerous." I explained. I didn't see why I shouldn't just tell him everything, it's not like he actually would live through it.

"More wars to fight, great." He muttered.

"It's not the same after the World War Two, things start to change slightly I guess." I shrugged. "Nowadays people join up willingly, you're not obliged or forced to do at all. It's a no pressure system." I got a weak smile back from him.

"I'm sorry for snapping like that, especially about your father." He apologised.

"You didn't know." I told him. "I hardly see my mum either; she is always working and only gets in late. And even when she gets in she has better things to do than talk to us. Mostly she goes out with her boyfriend when she has got a spare minute."

"She has a boyfriend? But if she is married to your dad?" He looked shocked.

"They divorced 4 years ago."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, it was hard at first but it was for the best in the end."

He smiled and for the first time he rested his hand on top of mine. I felt tingles where his hand touched me, it seemed like it had suddenly got a lot hotter. I tentatively slipped my fingers between his so our hand was entwined.

I turned to look at him; he really was very handsome with his crystal blue eyes and that lovely blond hair. He noticed I was looking and smiled. Then he did something I didn't expect. He leaned in, my heart started to race. Our lips brushed each other's just as something happened: a lion roared.

I opened my eyes and found myself awake but in the car. I swore under my breath. I looked out of the window and noticed it was daylight and we were approaching a lovely mansion. We had arrived.