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Chapter 1: The Blitz

Emily was immediately accepted into the Pevensie household. After only a few days they stopped treating her like a guest and started treating her like family.

Susan and Emily became even better friends and were rarely seen apart. Being girls, they could have lengthy conversations on just about any topic. They proved this by keeping Lucy up many nights talking.

Emily and Lucy could fairly often be found playing a game together after school or on a rainy afternoon. More often than not, Emily was able to coax the others into playing with them as well. Lucy adored her for this and began to really look up to her. She kind of wished Susan would be more like Emily, but then she reminded herself that Susan was far too proper for that.

Before Emily began staying with them, her and Peter had been friends somewhat. They would greet each other at school and have polite conversations occasionally. But not that they were living together, they talked quite frequently. They would sit in the parlour and listen to the radio and read. As soon as everyone else had gone up to bed their conversations would begin.

At first, it was just small talk to be polite, but one they got to know each other things became much friendlier. More than a few times Peter had to get Emily to stop laughing or else she would wake everyone. They talked about everything from their pasts to their hopes and dreams. Peter wanted to join the RAF just like his father when he got older. He always got this dreamy look in his eye when he talked about it, which broke Emily's heart, but she could understand.

After getting to know her, Peter began to wonder why she and Susan were friends. Susan was so much more uptight and logical about things. Not that Emily was stupid; she was actually a very smart girl. What attracted Peter to her was her free spirit and her ability to laugh despite the war that was being fought.

The evening was peaceful and Lucy was already in bed. It was almost time for everyone else to go to bed as well when suddenly a dull roar of plane engines could be heard. It kept getting louder and Edmund jumped out of his seat to look out the window. A bomb exploded not far away and sirens were going off to tell residents to go to their bomb shelters.

"Edmund, get away from there!" Mrs. Pevensie exclaimed as she closed the drapes/ "Peter!" she called. Peter ran into the room with Emily on his heels. "What do you think you're doing?!" she asked Edmund. Turning back to Peter she said, "Peter, quickly, the shelter, now!"

"Come on!" Peter said as he grabbed Edmund and dragged him out.

In the middle of the commotion, Emily had snuck up to the room she shared with Lucy and Susan. She found what she came for: a picture of her father in his uniform. She was gazing at it when she heard, "Mommy?"

Emily whipped around, folded the picture and put it in the waist of her skirt for safe keeping. There she saw Lucy with her fingers in her ears.

"Lucy, come on!" Emily said, as she grabbed Lucy's hand and pulled her out of bed.

In no time at all, the Pevensies and Emily were running out to the shelter.

Just as Edmund was stepping in, he remembered something, "Wait! Dad!" he yelled as he turned around and ran back to the house.

"Edmund! No!" Mrs. Pevensie yelled after him.

"Don't worry! I'll get him!" Peter yelled over his shoulder as he chased after his younger brother.

"Peter! Come back!" called Mrs. Pevensie.

Inside, Edmund grabbed the picture of his father just as a bomb exploded. The window blew out and Peter tackled Edmund to the ground.

"Come on, you idiot! Run! Get out!" Peter yelled at his brother and they ran back to the shelter unharmed.

Once they were at the door, Peter threw his brother inside. Edmund landed on the ground and glared up at his older brother.

"Why can't you think about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish! You could've got us killed!" Peter yelled. "Why can't you just do as you're told?" he asked quietly, with a disappointed look on his face.

Having said what he needed to say and getting no response, Peter slammed the door shut.