Wow, chapter three already. This is so fun! I love writing these stories. I just got back from track practice and it's finally my downtime. (happy sigh) Well anyway, on with the story.

Chapter Three: The Map of Narnia

Aason woke up and felt the warm breeze fly through his window. His eyes were puffed up a little from crying last night. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up.

He slept until 10:30 that. Rose went to church and she'd figure she let her kids sleep in that morning.

He slowly got out of bed and went downstairs. The house was quiet, for once. He found Asher and Molly sitting and watching TV. Clare was scurrying away on her laptop.

He slipped in the kitchen, hoping he was unnoticed.

"Ace! You're up!" Clare said happily.

"Hey." He murmured groggily.

"I see you're not fully awake yet." Clare smiled.

"Not entirely." Aason told her annoyingly. He thrust his hands into the fridge and searched the place for something to eat. We really need to go to the store.

Clare's smile faded. Her brother was always cranky a little bit in the morning and she found that cute, but today he just wasn't that cute….. Asher fixed his eyes on his brother.

"Ace you can have the rest of that Reese's Puffs if you want." He told him.

Aason looked back at his brother and he just nodded. I would if we had any MILK.

"I'm going back to bed." Aason told them. And with that, he stomped back up the stairs and went into bed, ignoring his hunger.

Clare whipped around and turned to Asher.

"I'm so worried about him." Clare said flopping down on the couch. Molly was too fixed into the TV that she wasn't even paying attention.

"He'll be alright." Asher said, but deep down, he knew he wasn't really sure. He ran a hand through his curls. "He's just upset about what mom told him last night."

"I know, but it's just for the summer." Clare frowned. "There's got to be something else. He's been so upset lately. After that fight you guys had last night…I don't know how we'll ever get along. This is going to be a long summer."

Molly started to laugh. Clearly, something funny happened in the show she was watching.

"We're not fighting anymore." Asher told her. "He's fine."

"Oh." Clare's eyes grew wide with surprise. "How'd THAT happen?"

Asher just gave her a look with his eyes and Clare knew that he wasn't going to say anything anymore.

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Aason woke up with a start. It was one and he wasn't so hungry anymore. He slept for many hours that day. At five he actually got up and dressed. They were going out to dinner as a family that night.

"Yay we're going out to dinner!" Molly pranced around the house and it annoyed Aason so much that he just wanted to slap her.

"Molly, you can stop now." Aason said harshly.

Molly stopped and looked at the floor. He still hates me. Actually, I don't think Aason has ever liked me. She turned the opposite way and wanted to just stay away from him.

Aason went into his room and dug into his closet for his skateboard. I think I should skate a little before we go.

While he was digging he found an old and torn book on the floor. Curious he picked it up and opened it. A piece of paper fell out.

What could this be? Aason unfolded the paper and it was a map. A map of Narnia. Even though the paper was aged and torn, it was still very readable.

"What are you looking at?"

Aason turned to see Molly looking at him with curiosity.

"A map." He mumbled. "Of Narnia."

"REALLY?" Molly's eager eyes grew wide. She rushed over to him and snatched the map out of his hands. She examined it carefully. "Where did this come from?"

"From this book." Aason explained. "It happened to be in my closet. "

"Great….Eastern….Ocean." Molly read slowly. "Wow. There's a place Wild Lands of the North!"

Aason looked at her. "That can't be the real map. It's probably fake."

Molly glared at him. "Its NOT fake. It can't be!" Her eyes narrowed to the book. "Look at that book. What is it?"

Aason rolled his eyes and picked up the book. "It's a journal. Do you expect me to go through someone else's journal? I thought you were a good kid Molly." He sneered.

Molly's knees shook and her eyes filled with tears. "I…I am a good person. I just thought…"

Aason didn't want to be once again responsible for seeing his sister cry. "Relax." He said softly. "I'm just kidding." He turned the pages through it. "Whose Professor Digory?"

Molly shrugged, then she remembered. "He was a great traveler and he was really smart. That's all I know."

Aason looked at her. "Molly…how much of this whole Narnia-thing do you know?"

"I know enough." She explained. "Grandma Lucy told mom the stories of Narnia and Mom tells them all to me. She remembers every part of it. She told some of them to you, Asher and Clare too.

Aason looked at her hard and long. His sister's dark eyes stared right back at him. That was when Aason understood, Molly would never tell a lie. She always did what she was taught. Clearly she was a really good little girl. But she was so hard to understand.

"Aslan was the king of Narnia right? A beautiful lion he was." Aason asked.

Molly nodded.

"Molly…did you really, truly see him that night?" Aason asked her.

"Yes, I did." Molly told him. "He was there, at the pond, right outside, watching me. He was so big."

Aason's eyes grew wide with wonder. "Where is he now?" He asked slowly.

"I don't know." Molly told him sadly. "He turned around and he just vanished."

"Were you scared?" Aason asked her.

"Not really. He seemed nice." Molly said. "He looked like a king, just like Grandma Lucy said."

Aason couldn't believe it. "You're not lying?"

Molly's jaw dropped open. "Why would I lie? Its bad to lie."

Aason's eyes grew wide. Wow. She actually saw the great Lion. The king of Narnia.

"Aason, Molly! Lets go!" Rose called from downstairs.

Molly grinned, excited to actually go. Aason couldn't help but smile back. He felt a warm sensation. But that only lasted for a second. He quickly combed his curls and went downstairs.

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The restaurant was pretty big and it was a place with steak and burgers and everything else. It was called Trail Mix. Yes it was a crazy name for a restaurant but the food was just fabulous. She was glad she could actually take her family out, she never got to do that as often since her husband had left for war.

"Before you leave for the airport I want all of you to clean your rooms and pack what you need ONLY."

"What do we need?" Aason asked. "Pillows?"

"Nope. No pillows. Just all your clothes and your tooth brushes. Grandma Lucy has everything else."

"We're going to be rich for the summer!" Molly said eagerly.

"Well sort of…" Asher smiled at his sister. "Wait…. When are coming back?"

"Hopefully before school starts." Rose winced.

Clare's jaw dropped open. "Um, I hope so."

"Relax, we will." Asher told her, even though he wasn't really sure himself.

Clare sighed and looked down at her plate, she was already getting full.

"What could we find to do at her house?" Aason protested.

"In London?" Rose said. "I'm sure there's way too many things in London. You guys will have a great summer."

"I won't be able to understand any of them because they talking FRENCH." Aason said slamming his fork down.

"That's France Ace." Clare said twirling her blonde hair with her finger.

Molly was the only one who finished every mouthful and she even had ice cream after.

She fell asleep in the car, even though it was only a 20 minute drive back home. Asher carried her inside that night and laid her in her bed.

"Asher?" She whispered tiredly. "Would you ever want to go to Narnia?"

"Yeah, I do…but we'll never go there…" Asher said sadly.

"Why not?"

"Do you know how long its been? Grandma Lucy went through that wardrobe when she was your age…during World War 2. That was a long time ago. That wardrobe…the house…its all gone. Plus Grandma Lucy moved….so its far out of our reach. Narnia's gone."

Molly sighed. "Oh."

Asher stroked her hair lovingly. "Sorry I said that. Maybe its not gone…"

Molly looked at him with her sad eyes. "No…what you said was true…"

Asher felt bad. "Molly…."

"Asher! Would you come here please?" Rose called from downstairs.

"Yeah I'll be right there!" Asher looked down at his sister again. But she was sleeping once again.

He quietly shut the door and left his room.

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Weeks have past and the day that they would leave came nearer and nearer. People were getting ready for the end of the school year and all the students of course were very excited. All the poor teachers were under the stress of grading.

The last day of school was finally there. Everyone was excited…except Asher, Clare and Aason. Molly couldn't wait to go to London.

But it was rather disappointing when they couldn't hang out with their friends, go to camps…miss summer sports.

Aason also knew they were going to leave on his 13th birthday, which was coming up soon.

When he told his friends, they weren't very happy. He figured they wouldn't be. But he knew that they would have a great summer without him anyway, while he was stuck all the way in London, with his sisters and brother.

Aason thought that his life was ending. But was it? No…it definitely wasn't. His journey was just beginning…..

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So how'd I do? Was this chapter good enough? I hope so. I'm going to write more again next week. It won't be long I promise. Thanks for reading!

Oh yeah, special thanks to Letrti (sorry if its wrong) my reviewer! Thanks for saying that it's good…I try. Haha. Thanks again