I had to do some research for this one. So, if some of the info is weirded out for this story, PLEASE correct me. I don't want to seem stupid…even if I am…

AGES! Peter—18; Susan—16; Edmund—15; Lucy—13; Olivia—17 (but is questionable… you'll find out.)

Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own anything but the plot and my Original Characters.

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The Pevensie children scampered along the sundrenched sidewalk in downtown Finchley. The youngest sibling, Lucy, was traveling a few feet in front of the pack. The eldest, Peter, followed by Susan, the second oldest, chatted quietly about anything that came to mind. Bringing up the rear was Edmund, a quiet and reserved boy of 15 who was always finding himself questioning the hustle and bustle around him.

It's been 2 years since the four have returned from Narnia and leaving their precious country in the hands of Prince Caspian. The luscious forests and sandy beaches were left as well. Along with the memories of their lives there. And it seems Lucy was the only one who could remember.

Edmund had his days, when a glimmer of sliver catches his eye and he sees a shining battle sword in its place. But it leaves as quickly as it came. But the older Pevensies, Peter and Susan, have forgotten entirely. Their daily lives went on without a moment of recollection. But, possibly all was not lost. Possibly deep inside the crevice of their heads, there is even a sliver of a memory. Maybe not a whole memory…but a piece of one. A piece that could be revived by a jolt of sorts. Maybe all hope was not lost.

Lucy's brisk walk was halted by a cat. But not just any cat, an orange cat that was perched directly in her path. The cat had an aura of superiority but was nothing less of friendly. It was a small tabby cat that reminded Lucy of a larger cat.

The cat stood abruptly and dashed down the nearby alleyway. Lucy's wide eyes did not blink as she followed the cat, close on its heels. The older siblings took notice at the movement and rushed after their sister. The screams of their sister's name echoed off the brick walls surrounding them.

Their yells were not heeded as Lucy scrambled through the doorway the cat recently darted through. The older siblings rushed through the door as well, only a little less distinguished by falling towards the ground.

The three fell in a heap as Lucy smiled upwards towards the sky. At first the three glared at the ground underneath them but then noticed their surroundings were not what they expected. What seemed to be a warehouse of sorts turned into a forest. The lush evergreens littered the meadow before them. Flowers sprouted from the grass around them creating a splash of color in their view. Upon glancing back at the doorway as to which they came from, awe struck them once again. The doorway had disappeared from sight and only trees could fill their view.

Their sight had returned to Lucy who's grin was as large as possible towards her siblings. But a rustle in the bushes to her right made her vision turn. "Lucy?" a small voice called towards her, "Lucy Pevensie is that you?"