2.

They had been exploring the remains of who knows what for hours.

Lucy noticed the stranger girl had taken a liking at following, specifically, her. She also noticed how she kept muttering to herself: "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god."

"What is it?" Lucy asked her. "Is it too bad to wake up in a paradise looking beach?" She half joked.

It seemed that the ballerina didn't understood it.

"Are you kidding?" She replied with nervousness. "I shouldn't be here, I don't how I came here!" She kept looking at herself and at the trees "This isn't possible and doesn't look like Manchester at all!"

"Manchester? So, you are British!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Well, yes."

"Susan!" Lucy called her sister. "She says she's from England!"

"Good. Now, what's your name again? Because I keep telling you in my mind "the ballerina"" Susan confessed with a laugh.

"Edna." The ballerina (Lucy realized that she too had been calling her that in her mind) responded, fidgeting with her skirt. "Pleasure"

Lucy saw Su smile and walk away. Then Lucy walked to what looked like the remains of a balcony.

"I wonder who lived here" Lucy said and turn just to see her sister grab a golden chest piece from the floor.

"I think we did" Su said.

Lucy and the girl named Edna walked to Susan, just in time just to see her brothers arrive.

"Hey, that's mine" Edmund stated "from my chest set."

"Which chest set?" Peter asked him.

"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chest set in Finchley, did I?" Edmund took it from Susan's hand.

"Solid gold?" Lucy heard the Edna girl speaking up. They all turned to her and Lucy could have sworn she flinched "Wait, did you say Finchley?"

"We are from there" Edmund answered her.

But Lucy had ran off.

"It can't be!"

Their home. They were really back home, but Lucy could hear her heart breaking the more she looked around her.

It was wrecked.

"I really hate to meddle, people." Edna asked for attention. "I really do. I don't think I should be between the four of you but... can someone explain me what's going on?"

Cair Paravel? Catapults, attacks and a secret door? Edna hated not knowing what was happening, especially when it seemed that even the youngest girl in the group knew.

The blonde boy had just finished ripping his shirt, only to find out that the dark-haired boy had a torch. They were all on their way down when she finally spoke up.

"You might want to follow us before we explain anything." The torch boy at the front of the group replied to her "Seeing is believing, after all."

They came walking down until they reached a big room, with statues and vaults and solid gold treasures. Edna saw each of the kids walk to one of the five chests that were there.

"I was so tall" Edna saw the littlest girl grabbing a dress.

"Well, you were older then" Her sister replied.

"As opposed to hundreds of years later when you are younger" The torch boy had put on some kind of medieval metal hat or whatever they were called in his head, and Edna couldn't help but laugh at him. When the kids turned to her with cheerful smiles she shut up immediately.

She wandered around, giving them as much space as she could. She really didn't like being meddling in family business. Well, at least she thought there were some family business going on around. Still she couldn't understand the ways they talked at times and nothing about the place she was in made sense... and at the same time, it did.

There was something awfully familiar about the place. She just didn't know what.

She gave them minutes alone, but she couldn't bear not knowing why she was there anymore

"I think it's time we find out what's going on" She heard the blonde boy saying and yes, she wanted to find out too.

"Sorry, hmm" Edna raised her hand and with little steps she went back to them "I- I want to know, too" She scratched her hair and arranged her eyeglasses. "Where are we? Who are you?" The girl begged. "Please, I have to go back to home, I have stuff to..."

"Let me introduce myself" The tall and blonde teenager took a step towards her. "My name is Peter Pevensie," He pointed at the dark haired boy who raised a hand as in saying 'hello' "my brother, Edmund Pevensie, and my sisters, Susan and Lucy Pevensie" Edna already knew which one was who. "We are from Finchley, but here..." He paused "Here we are the kings and queens of Narnia"

"Narnia?" Edna whispered to herself, her eyebrows frowned "Narnia?" She repeated and turned to the blonde boy "Narnia!?"

Edmund was really intrigued about the girl who wouldn't stop talking. Actually, he preferred it that way, since he was so interested in everything she'd been saying. All of them were.

"Ever since I can remember" She had said as she had taken out of her bag a sketchbook "I've been drawing about snow covered and green forests, about mythical creatures, " She had opened it and shown them her drawings some of them just done by a pen, others filled with colors. "a castle, animals that in my head I knew that if they had ever existed, they talked, places, things..."

"Is that..." his sister Lucy had pointed at a specific drawing.

"It is!" Susan had exclaimed.

There, in black and white, was a drawing of their long lost friend Mr. Tumnus. For Aslan, the girl knew how to draw! She was so good.

"Wait," They had been sitting on the floor of the chests room, the girl, Edna, talking about the images that appeared and disappeared from her mind every now and then. "Turn around the page!" Edmund had exclaimed and Edna did.

All eyes went to Lucy and then to Edna.

It was a view of two wooden swings hanging from a tree and two girls on them, yet their faces couldn't be seen, since they were all colored in black, as if they were shadows, in contrast with the sun going down at their backs.

Then his siblings' eyes were in him. He couldn't stand their stares so he cleared his throat.

"We should change out of these clothes" He said.

And so, they all did. They were all now in their Narnians gowns. Even Edna.

It was obvious that "her" belongings were not to be touched, not even by himself. So, Edna borrowed a dress and a pair of slippers from Lucy, since Susan's clothes were too big for her thin frame. They all took their weapons, except for Edna, and walked out of Cair Paravel's ruins. He could still hear Lucy and Edna talking about her drawings; Edmund knew that Susan and Peter were also trying to hear as much as they could from the girl.

Edna had suddenly and unexpectedly filled him with a sentiment he hadn't felt in a long time.

Hope.

If they had come back...what if...what if "she" had to?

Walking behind everyone else, he took out of his pants an old-looking, crumpled piece of paper ripped out of an old book. The last part he could tell, because in the back of the real message there was a text of an ancient Narnian bedtime story. The sheet had been ripped out of its book in a hurry, at a last minute. Ink had been spilled on it and the message was starting to fade.

He read it and re-read it.

In front of him, he could hear his young sister and Edna talking.

"So, they call you Lu...Su...Ed...and,"

"And Peter" His sister interrupted. "At times we call him Pete but sounds weird, doesn't it?"

"I-I," The girl started, stuttering "I guess so. I guess just Peter is okay."

"And what about you?"

"I've never had a nickname" Edmund put the paper inside his pants again and raised his head "Mother, thinks it's improper for a lady"

"Finally, a woman who gets it!" Susan groaned. She had been in the front with Peter, but slow down her pace so Lu and Edna could catch up with her. "I believe it's so improper to change one's name! Still, living with the Pevensies, well, it's like a tradition putting on a nickname."

"Except for Peter?" Edna asked.

"Except for me" Peter answered with a smile without turning back.

"Then, how should we call you?" Lu asked her.

"Edna?" Edna shrugged with insecurity.

"No," Lu groaned "like, really call you?"

Edna started fidgeting with her glasses, something that, Edmund wondered, she did when she was nervous.

"Okay, okay." The girl said taking a deep breath " let me think, I'll think of something good. Don't worry..." She started moving her lips and looking at the sky in thought. " you could call me..."

The girl had lose her footing, but Edmund quickly took her by an arm.

"Ed?" He finished as if it was the only option.

They all kept on walking, know the three Pevensies and the girl from Manchester, side by side, only with Peter at the front.

"But, then we'll have two "Eds" Lucy frowned.

"Then, Edmund will have to share his nickname" Peter joked at the front.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Ed, not his brother, that one was fighting with a dwarf, the other Ed jumped behind Peter as soon as the spar started.

"Edmund's the best swordsman in all Narnia" He answered her.

"I thought the dwarf said a hundred years ago." Edna cringed with each clash of the swords, Peter noticed. "Maybe he's out of practice" The dwarf hit Edmund in the forehead. "A bit rusty, perhaps" The fight was heating up and Edna let out a squeak. "Believe me I know how important practice is." She whined, terrified.

"Well, at least you are safe, right?" Peter joked "Since you are using me as a shield."

And the fight was finished.

"Maybe that horn worked after all" The dwarf said sitting on the sand in defeat.

"What horn?" Su asked him.

The dwarf sighted.

"We should get moving before more Telmarines arrive"

The dwarf stood up and walked to the boat in which he had almost been murdered. Peter signaled his group to follow him, but stopped before getting on the boat.

"The name's Trumpkin, by the way" Peter crossed his arms, wanting the Narnian to keep talking "I'm taking you to the hole where we've been hiding all this years. If you wish it." Trumpkin moved his arms as if inviting the royalty into his humble medium of transport, which in reality that was what he was doing.

Peter was the first one to get into the boat, and helped the girls get into the boat. When they were all ready, Peter started paddling it.

At his back where his sisters with Trumpkin, while in front of him sat both Eds.

The travel through the river was quiet. He could feel his siblings' depression just as he felt his. Yet, the girl in front of him, Edna, seemed amazed by the view that surrounded him. She avoided making a sound, of course. But her wonder was too contagious that even he thought that maybe Narnia was not lost. If a stranger could come and look at Narnia as the wonderland it had been, then not everything was lost, right?