A/N: My first Narnia story! I found all the books at my grandma's house at Christmas and got both movies, so I've re-found my obsession (you should see my flair board on facebook.) Anyways, I was thinking about this when I realized that the Pevensies leave Narnia really abruptly at the end of LWW.

Disclaimer: I wish. C.S. Lewis had it good. At least I own Arielle and can make her as amazing as the Pevensies (maybe).

Ten-year-old Arielle stood quietly outside the throne room, waiting for her father and his brother and sisters to leave the throne room. As they stood up and walked stately towards her, she moved into the middle of the doorway. When they reached her, her father picked her up and swung her around quickly, causing her to gasp with laughter before he set her down. All five of them started towards the dining hall as Arielle started jabbering about what she was planning on doing for the rest of the day.

"I have a riding lesson just after lunch, then an embroidery lesson after that." One of the women next to her smiled as Arielle's nose wrinkled: she hated embroidery.

"Aunt Lucy, why do I have to do embroidery? I always mess it up!" Lucy shook her head, still smiling.

"Because Aunt Susan wants you to. And it's a good idea; you're learning more about Narnian history as you do it." The other woman shook her head, also with a smile playing about her lips.

"There's nothing wrong with learning to do something inside," she said, taking Arielle's hand in hers: they were both darkened by the sun. "Even when it's much nicer to be outside in the air and the sun." Arielle nodded, happy again.

"And after the embroidery I have an archery lesson! That's much more fun. Father, are you going to watch me?" The blond man behind her shook his head.

"Not this time. Uncle Ed wants to search for the White Stag today, so we're leaving after lunch." Arielle's eyes darkened for about half a second, but her face quickly lit up again.

"That's all right, I can show you when you get home." Her happy chatter kept up all through lunch until they parted at the stables, Arielle disappearing into the riding area near the stable as the adults galloped off down the trail towards the woods.

Her afternoon started off as normal, loving the wind in her hair as she rode her horse, snagging her needle in the fabric of the pillowcase she was making for her father, and the weight of her bow in her hands captivating her. After sending all her arrows straight to the target once again, her teacher told her to hold on a moment as he disappeared into the archery shed. She played with the end of the silver ribbon braided into her hair, wondering how Aunt Susan's hair always seemed to stay perfect as they rode or had target practice together. Her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as she saw what her archery teacher was holding as he walked back out: Aunt Susan's bow and quiver of arrows. She stood up slowly and walked towards him, almost as if in a dream.

"Your Highness, Queen Susan told me to have you use these today. She wanted to see you when you used them for the first time, but she asked me to let you have them anyways when she realized she wouldn't be here." Arielle reached out slowly, almost reverently, for the old weapon that so symbolized Queen Susan the Gentle.

As her fingers touched it, a shock like lightning filled her body. She recoiled immediately, all spark of recognition gone from her eyes. She stood quietly, but not as she had that morning, happy, lively: now it was as if there was no life left in her: no mischief, no light. Even the shine on her small silver-and-gold hair wreath seemed diminished.

With the others:

They were laughing and talking as they rode through the woods. The girls and Peter pushed ahead as Edmund stopped quickly to give his horse a chance to rest. Susan laughed at him, teasing.

"Tired, Ed? What was it he said back at the castle?" she asked. Lucy smiled.

"You girls stay here; I'll catch the stag myself!" She laughed as Edmund glared at them with laughter still in his eyes. Suddenly Peter's voice rose above their cheerful banter.

"What's this?" he asked, dismounting his horse and pointed at a vine-covered metal pole that seemed very out-of-place in the Western Wood. The others all dismounted as well and walked over to it with him. Lucy tilted her head as realization dawned.

"Spare Oom…" she lifted her long skirt and started walking through a pathway that had been cut through the trees. The others followed her, slightly confused.

Suddenly, they weren't touching just spicy-smelling pine branches anymore. "These aren't branches," Peter observed as he stepped on Edmund's foot.

Susan agreed. "They're…coats," she said wonderingly as they all started to argue in the small, confined space. Suddenly, they were all falling through the air and hitting the floor together. Looking around, Susan took in their surroundings: a small, bare room that contained only a wardrobe, of which they seemed to have just fallen out. We're in England, she realized, memories rushing back.

The door opened quietly and an old, white-haired man stepped inside. "Where have you been?" he asked. They all glanced at each other quickly.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Peter said. The man shook his head.

"Try me," he said, tossing a cricket ball to Peter. He turned back around and left the room, apparently expecting them to follow him. All four got up and dusted themselves off, but as they started to leave the room, Susan pulled them back. Peter looked at her questioningly and glanced at the open door.

"Arielle," she whispered. Peter's eyes immediately grew huge and he buried his face in his hands.

"What have we done?"

A/N2: Hope you liked it! Everything will be explained in a bit more detail later. And I did the seen at Lantern Waste as I could best remember it, I haven't read LWW in forever and I couldn't remember the movie.

Ages as I think of them: They were in Narnia for fifteen years, and I thought Peter was 15, Susan 14, Ed 12, and Lucy 10 in LWW. So they're about 30, 29, 27, and 25 now. And if you didn't catch it, Arielle is Peter's daughter. I haven't really decided what to do about her mother...so as of right now she's never known her mother. It might change later though. And now I will stop rambling, because this note is about twice as long as I wanted it to be.