Narnia: The Chronicles of the Lioness

Chapter 2

By: Koinu-chan16

Disclaimer: ...I already told you. I own nothing. Must we reopen these wounds?

Summary: Narnia:LWW, Peter/OC. Lizzie and the Pevensies are sent to an old manor in the country where they discover a certain magic wardrobe...

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The Chronicles of the Lioness

(Lizzie's POV)

"Let's go Lizzie!" I hear my Mum shout.

"I'm right behind you mum! Just go!" I reply as I run out the door behind her, but then I remember that my cat Zoe is still shut in the bedroom.

I run to the bedroom, open the door and out streaks a howling ball of tortoise shell fur. Zoe knowing instinctively, and out of nightly habit what to do, runs for the shelter.

As I come out the back door I look up and see someone running towards me; a tall, blond, male someone. "Peter?"

Just then a bomb blows my house to bits. I am slammed face first into the grass and I can feel sharp pains in my neck and shoulder. Stunned, I can only lay there, unmoving.

Peter shouts my name and I feel his fingers close around my arm. Pain lances up every nerve and I can't stop from crying out. He immediately lets go of my arm and places a gentle arm around my waist.

With Peter's help I stagger to my feet and over the wall, into the Pevensie's yard and into the shelter.

When the door is shut I turn to Peter. He is looking at me with anger, confusion, and what looks suspiciously like worry in his eyes.

As the cloud of adrenaline lifts itself off of my mind I realize he is yelling at me.

Something inside me snaps and you start screaming back at him. I don't really know what I'm saying, just that it feels good to scream at someone. Through the haze of anger I can tell that we're yelling insults bordering on profanities. Hot tears of rage, frustration, and sadness are coursing down my cheeks as I gesture angrily at nothing.

Finally, my voice breaks and I hear Mum's quiet but firm voice, "Elizabeth, Peter, that's enough."

We both stop and look around. Edmund is curled in the corner scowling up at us with something pressed to his chest. Lucy and Susan are on one of the beds, Lucy crying silently into Susan's lap and Susan staring at the two of us, mortified, as though we have both just grown alien eye stalks.

Looking over at our mothers, we can see they are both horrified and anguished.

All of a sudden I feel very lightheaded and my knees start to buckle. Mum and Peter rush forward to catch me and lower me into a chair.

"You're bleeding..." Peter says looking at his hands which I realize are covered in my blood, "...bad."

My Mum, a nurse, starts to clean my wound, "Helen, get me the first aid kit." Mrs. Pevensie nods, "it's not very deep," mum says, "just a lot of it."

(later that night)

I can't sleep; explosions still shake the world outside. I look over at Susan who is sound asleep and between the two of us is curled Lucy with an arm flung over the small furry mass of Zoe.

I roll over and notice both of the older women are talking quietly in the corner.
"-got to get our children out of here." says Mrs. Pevensie.

Mum nods, "Lizzie is on the first train out of here in the morning."

"Where are you sending her?"

"My father has a place in the country."

"Your father is a Professor right?"

Nod.

Silence.

"So have you found anyone in that program to take your four?"

Mrs. Pevensie shakes her head, "No. None who will take all for of them." she looks up with a fierce determination in her eyes, "And I will NOT have them split up!" she slams her hand into the table for emphasis.

I glance over at the boys' bed to see that Peter is awake and looking right at me.

I roll back over and scratch Zoe on the head before settling in to sleep.

"I think we're disturbing the children." says Mrs. Pevensie quietly.

That is the last thing I hear before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep.

End of Chapter 2

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