Most of this is based on the research I've done
there are gonna be a lot of OCs in the future, but i try to stick to the Pevensie's
The time where this story takes place is between the line of King Rilian and King Tirian
The Prologue was quite short
This Chapter is quite boring, but I assure you that when more chapters come, it should get exciting
Have Fun
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Part I: Chapter I
The summer of 1943 became hot and humid when the month of July crept silently into the English sky. The entrance of the moon and the darkness of the night did not cool down the untamed weather. London was crowded and was not the ideal place to stay and cool off. Children would pick up loose change in their pockets and on the streets to buy shaved ice. The city became a stove as the people danced on the streets to keep their burning toes from catching on fire.
The countryside kept the hot air relaxed and boring. On a hill, there were the mansion of Narnia's famous Pevensie children. The mansion of Professor Kirke became the summerhouse of three of the children. Peter continued to study with Professor Kirke over the summertime, Edmund who missed the presence of his older brother, and Lucy, who wished for the door to the wardrobe to open. That was their first summer without Susan, who was off to America with Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie.
The night was quite and was vibrating with the voices of the wind and the animals. The sounds echoed through the halls, and in the darkness of Lucy Pevensie's room the echoes grew louder. The sound was dying, but alive. It was indeed, a voice whispering into her dreams.
i "Our hearts will blend br once more again. br This new era has begun. br We shan't leave them to rule with their bright less sun. br Our hearts will blend br once more and again. br Let not pure be tainted. br We shan't let our souls wither into their darkest br Our hearts will blend br and with it, the light will overcome br once more and again. /i br
The soft voice whispered the same words over and over again. Lucy was not awake, but the whisper had moved her. Lucy slipped away from her bed as her nightgown fell down to her bare ankles. She slept and she walked. Following the angelic sound. She bumped her shoulder on the doorway, but still she did not find herself awake. Down the hall, a soft glow escaped the slits of the attic door pulling the 11-year-old girl in. She opened the door and it creaked, but did not stir anyone up. She crept up the ancient stairs, it squeaked of its oldness too. The glow became bright at the end of the attic, a dusty mirror.
The mirror drew her in, and the whispering of the voice grew louder. "Once more and again" it repeated, "once more and again." The voice picked up Lucy's arm and slowly pushed her hand through the mirror. It was a gateway! Lucy began to move her feet into the mirror, she kept pushing to let herself through.
Behind her, in the attic room, the mirror immediately stopped shining, and Lucy Pevensie was gone. On the other side, Lucy fell when the voice died. The area around her was full of trees, and they whispered
"Lucy Pevensie! In Narnia? Aslan did not call her though!"
Nearby, the steps of hooves passed by. The sound of the steps were hesitant and out of tune. Brushing pass the trees, a limb caught a red scarf.
"Oof! What in the world? I need to get home!"
Leaves collected around Tumnus, they formed into a man of tall stature and a wise face.
"Tumnus, look in the direction of the moon, she lays asleep in our forest bed."
"Asleep? Who?"
The man made of leaves turned and pointed to the soundless body of Lucy Pevensie laying on the forest floor. Leaves stuck to her nightgown and hair. The cool wind of the night made her shudder.
"Lucy Pevensie!"
"Shh! She lays asleep, it'd be best if you carried her to your home."
"Of course! Of course! But how does she manage to get here?"
Tumnus struggled to release his red scarf from the tree limb. The limb had quite a firm grip on Tumnus' scarf.
"There are many things we don't know Tumnus, do you expect us to answer all your questions that we don't know either?"
"Sorry"
Tumnus quietly walked up to the young girl. He plucked off the leaves off her hair and her nightgown. The moon was ready to leave the night sky and the giant sun peaked its head in the horizon ready to look over the landscape.
"Try not to wake her up" said the Leaf Man.
Tumnus picked up Lucy, groaning of the weight he put upon his hooves. Lucy's arm swung over her body as she attempted to turn in her sleep. She hit Tumnus on his head as he swiveled around on his hooves to maintain a steady ground and a grip on the girl.
"What does she eat!" Mr. Tumnus whimpered "Humans must have some protein diet!"
"Be safe Tumnus" the Leaf Man said, looking over to Tumnus as he attempted to walk through the forest with Lucy in his arms and asleep.
"I'll hope to be so!" groaned Mr. Tumnus as he staggered his way through the Western Woods.
In the morning of Professor Kirke's home, the knock on Lucy's bedroom door grew louder with impatience.
"Lucy! Come one wake up!" cried Edmund "Mrs. Macready isn't going to be happy if you sleep for the whole morning!"
He left a moment of silence. He pressed his ears on the door to hear if Lucy is stirring. It was complete silence. He could hear the morning birds at her window, he was confused that Lucy was the last person to wake up.
Peter's footsteps came down the hall. His hair was not combed, but a messy wad of blonde poof. He was dressed, but the bags under his eyes were not suitable to his ensemble.
"You look dashing" laughed Edmund
"Shut up" Peter scoffed. He looked at Lucy's brown, ancient door and then to Edmund. "You've been going on about this for a quarter of an hour, have you tried opening her door?"
Edmund's eyes widen, surprised that he hadn't even come close to thinking of opening her door. He grasped his hand around the small, carved, and rusted doorknob and pushed open Lucy's door.
Peter entered the room looking from the window to Lucy's empty bed to the burnt out candle.
"Where's Lucy?"