War is terrible, but standing by while people are suffering and doing nothing about it is worse. ---quote by MakruTree

Chapter One

Returning to Narnia

"Lu, sit next to me," Edmund patted on the seat next to him. Lucy complied and sat next to Edmund, holding on to his arm tightly. Peter and Susan sat across from them. It had been two years since the adventures that they had in Narnia. After that they returned to London, to live with their mother. It was only until the last few months that it became miserable.

A few months earlier their father had been killed in action. The family took it hard, but their mother fell into deep depression. For weeks they tended to her before she could function normally again. It was only that previous week did the children learn from the doctor that their mother was going to die. She died in her sleep from a failing heart.

The children were now orphans. They were likely to be separated and this would be the last time they would be together. Of course, they had relatives, but that was the problem. Lucy kept claiming she had talked with their mother at her funeral when she left the church. The relatives didn't like the things she was saying. They thought she was crazy. Her siblings stood with her though and none of the relatives wanted the "nut" so they refused to take them in. They were riding on the train to the orphanage. However Susan and Edmund were already going to be adopted by two separate families. (One that was French and the other being some "stupid" American). That is why Lucy held onto Edmund so steadfastly. She couldn't bear to be separate from any of them for the rest of her life.

"Lucy, it will be alright. We could write to each other," Susan suggested. The younger sister sniffled at this reply.

"Susan is right Lu. We can find each other when we are older. Crying won't bring our parents back. We have to be strong," Peter counseled. Lucy sniffled once again before blowing into her handkerchief.

"I wish there wasn't a war. Then Mum and Dad would still be with us," Lucy cried, some new sobs coming on. (Of course if there wasn't a war then they wouldn't have gone to Narnia and this story wouldn't exist). Edmund put his arm (which was finally free) around his little sister. He gazed at the new tears glistening on her cheeks before his eyes came to the handkerchief she held.

"Lucy, is that the handkerchief that you gave to Mr. Tumnus?" he whispered sweetly. Lucy stared down at her handkerchief…yes it was her handkerchief that she gave to Mr. Tumnus. The memory of Mr. Beaver showing them it was etched in their minds.

"Oh, if only we could be back in Narnia! I would love to see the fauns, dryads, naiads, centaurs, and mermaids again!" she cried out, a smile gracing her lips.

"Yes, I would like to see that great land again too Lucy. To see our old friends would be great," Edmund said, giving a smile of his own. Though most of his beginning memories were sour, he still had experienced those great moments as king. (He still missed Philip surprisingly).

"The merpeople's singing in the morning was something to always look forward to. The festivals also," Susan added her two cents. Of course it would always beat having to do homework. The two youngest siblings looked at her before turning their eyes toward Peter.

"I miss the folk of Narnia. I miss the dancing, the memories of our ruling there, and the fact that we made so many---" Peter would have continued if it had not been for Susan's crying out.

"My hair! Something is pulling my hair!"

"I feel it too Susan! Something is tugging my arm!"

"Ouch! Something pinched me! It's tugging my tie!"

"Everyone, grab hands now!" cried Edmund, "This is the work of magic! I feel it!"

The four children grabbed hands in a circle. Everything melted around them and the next thing they knew, they were in the middle of a forest. Their baggage was gone and they had nothing to eat at all. They looked around and found a familiar site. The stone table that was cracked was covered with moss and crumbling.

"We're…we are in Narnia!" cried out Susan. They were in fact Narnia, but something seemed off.

"We are in Narnia…but how did we get here? Why isn't anyone here?" Peter questioned. They continued to look around and found nothing moving. In fact, everything was covered with snow.

"Is it winter? It wasn't winter at home?" Lucy whispered confused.

"Lucy it wasn't winter at home last time we came here either…but this feeling…the snow… it's like it was then…cold…no life at all…" Edmund started to shiver, "It's Her winter…" The other three turned around at stared at Edmund. Their faces grew pale. Edmund had been exposed to Her magic and would know exactly if anything was affected by it. Susan's and Lucy's faces were filled with terror while Peter's was full of anger.

"It can't be! She's dead! Aslan killed her! I saw it with my own ey--" Peter's shouting choked up in his throat and his eyes shut. His body began shuttering and he started to fall forward, towards Susan. He clenched onto Susan's shirt, causing them all to gasp. Then he collapsed.

"Peter!" all of them cried in unison. Susan quickly turned him over to reveal his pale face growing even paler. Lucy caressed Peter's face only to cry out, her hand pulling back in fright.

"He's so cold! We have to do something! We need help!" she cried hysterically. Edmund eyes, which became wide when Peter fell, gleamed with recognition of a distant memory. He turned around to face the open plain.

"In the name of Aslan, I, King Edmund, call out to true Narnians to come to our aid! To shelter us and save the High King Peter from whatever ills him!" Edmund's voice had changed to the voice of a roaring waterfall as his cry echoed out across the plain. Their were echoes that reached far across the land. Lucy and Susan stared in wonder as the trees in the distance came to life and centaurs came out of them. They stopped a few feet from where Edmund standing. All of them staring up at him

"It has been fifty years since your disappearance and yet, it seems that that you have returned to the age you once were coming to Narnia and more," spoke a blond centaur, clearly the leader.

"It has only been two years in our world. Please, my brother is ill. He needs help from a healer," Edmund spoke, his voice returned normal.

In a far away land…blue eyes of elven woman opened…

"They are here."

Okay so you know the ages. In my story when they first came to Narnia Lucy was eight, Edmund was 10, Susan was 12, and Peter was 13. Now, Lucy is 10, Edmund is 12, Susan is 14, and Peter is 15.

Oh, that stupid American part was just there because an old friend from a foreign country said, "Stupid Americans." (The Americans he was talking about were doing something stupid, but I don't remember what either than the fact it was stupid). Next chapter will take a while, but it will be about the Lotr characters. Well, read and review.

Oh, just so people don't freak out. I wrote my disclaimer for my story on the first page! Rewriting it is annoying. Plus, I'm not smart enough to come up with a story like Lotr series or Narnia series.