(Awkwardly shuffles in)

Uh…hi. I hope some of you remember me, even though it's been four years since I've been here…heh, sorry. Didn't mean for this sequel to take so long…

For those of you who don't know me, hi. I'm WolfieRed23 and I'm the author of this story, which is a sequel to my VERY old story, Roar of the Lion. Yes, I'm aware it's been four years, BUT I just got really busy with other stuff and never got the chance to continue this series. But I'm kinda back now (kinda as in I have no idea how often I will update this story, but I will try my best!) and this is also to prove that I had ideas for this story for a while now.

This chapter? Planned way back when RotL ended, I just…got busy and distracted. But I hope, with how much my writing has improved over the years, that the wait was worth it.

This chapter is short, but it's a prologue so we'll get to the real meat of the story next (hopefully by then I can find the full movie online…)

Also! I need opinions cause I don't know how to end this story! Should Peter, Alana and Susan stay in Narnia at the end or should they go back and never return? (Either way, I am FIXING Susan's ending, dammit! Honestly, Last Battle is one of my least favorite books in the series. Never finished it, but I know what happens.)

Anyways, thanks to everyone who's read the original and I hope you enjoy the long awaited sequel!


It was a quiet night, but even still, young Gabriel was on guard, watching his surroundings ever so carefully. It wasn't like anyone ever came to this beach full of ruins, but he had to be careful.

He wouldn't disappoint Lady Evangeline, not after they were forced to flee from the only home either of them had ever known.

Gabriel could see fireworks in the distance, the sign of celebration in the castle. He wondered what it could be for…perhaps a new royal was born? But…that meant…

Gabriel squashed the worry beginning to form in his mind instantly. He couldn't worry about the prince, not now. He was to protect his lady and no other.

Just then, he heard stirring behind him and turned.

Lady Evangeline opened her otherworldly gray eyes and stared directly at him.

"My Lady…" Gabriel whispered, staring at her in shock. "You should be asleep."

"There is no time for such things." The lady shook her head, her dark brown hair falling against her dark skin. She was thinner then she had been a year ago when they ran…Gabriel knew it was his fault, that he hadn't caught enough food for her to keep a healthy weight, but she refused to blame him. "Things will soon change."

"Change, my lady?" The knight questioned. His lady had always had a gift of predicting the future in ways most couldn't. It was part of the reason they had been forced to flee, after all.

"Yes…soon…" Lady Evangeline nodded.

Gabriel wanted to question her, to see if she would reveal more, when he heard it.

A horn, one that seemed to reverberate through his whole body as the sound reached his ears.

"Soon…they will come…" Lady Evangeline smiled as she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.

"They? Who are they?" Gabriel questioned.

Alas, he was not to receive an answer for quite some time.


Alana smiled slightly at Ms. Elizabeth as she pulled the car away, allowing her to make her way towards the news stand where she spotted Susan reading a magazine.


It's been one year since we left Narnia. And yet, I still do not feel like the child I am supposed to be. I still remember it all so clearly, our country, the war we fought in, all the time we spent there, where I was known as High Queen Alana, wife of High King Peter. It feels like it was a dream, yet the proof of it all still sits around my finger, a gold ring to promise my love to one man. I do not know when, if ever, we shall return, but I fear what would happen should we not.


"Morning, Susan." Alana smiled as she reached her former sister-in-law's side.

"Good morning." Susan nodded in return before turning back to her reading. Alana smiled indulgently, playing with the single strawberry blonde strand of her hair as she waited. Once the brunette was ready, they would meet with the others.

"You go to St. Finbarr's." A boy who stood beside Susan suddenly noted, pointing at the identical uniform Susan wore to Alana's own.

"That's right." Susan confirmed, sounding disinterested.

"I go to Hendon House across the road. I've seen you…sitting by yourself." The boy continued.

"Yes, well, I prefer to be left alone." Susan smiled before turning away, sending obvious hints to the boy to leave her alone.

"Me too." The boy said, obviously not catching on. "What's your name?"

"…Phyllis." Susan lied.

Alana was pretty sure that if this kept up, she'd start laughing really hard. Of course, Lucy ran up just then to save her, though not to save Susan entirely.

"Susan! Lana!" Lucy cried as she ran up to them. "You'd better come quickly!"

"Then lead the way, Lu." Alana urged, realizing how urgent this was. Quickly, Susan set down her magazine and grabbed her luggage just as Alana grabbed hers. Together, the three sisters ran across the street and into the train station.


Where Lucy led them was complete chaos. Alana could hear people shouting 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' all around her, as if whatever fight they were witnessing were some game. All she could see of the madness was two boys attacking a smaller one together…only for the face of the smaller one to reveal-

"Peter!" Alana cried as she saw her former husband for a second before he pushed off one boy to push the other into the wall. The one Peter had pushed away kicked at the blonde as Peter flipped the one in his grasp over his shoulder, only to be pushed into the wall right after.

Alana could feel Susan's disappointment in her brother rolling off her in waves while Lucy seemed to share her worry. Suddenly, Edmund pushed past the three girls, making his way to his brother's side.

"Edmund!" Lucy cried as he did so.

"What are you two doing?!" Alana cried.

Edmund ignored the girls and tackled one of the boys just as another joined the ones hurting Peter. Eventually, Edmund had pinned one down entirely as the other two kicked at Peter repeatedly when a whistle interrupted the fight.

Soldiers came towards them, causing the students, the children, around them to disperse as they pulled apart the boys.

"Act your age!" Alana heard one say to Peter as she, Susan and Lucy were forced away and the boys moved to follow them.

If only you knew, sir…just how old we really are. Alana thought a second before a headache assaulted her. With a grunt, she grasped her head, turning away from Peter and Edmund.

"Are you alright?" Lucy asked softly as Susan placed a hand on Alana's shoulder.

"Fine…it'll pass." Alana attempted to reassure through gritted teeth. It always did, after all.

Susan simply sighed, as if disappointed in all of them.


Eventually, the five of them found a bench to sit at as Alana's headache passed. She sat in between Peter and Lucy with Susan next to her little sister and Edmund sitting next to his older brother.

Peter was carefully resting his fingers against her wrist, obviously not in the mood to talk, but asking with his actions if she was okay. Alana smiled slightly as she trailed her fingers against his, a yes.

"You're welcome." Edmund said as he sat beside his brother.

"I had it sorted." Peter scoffed.

"Really? Cause we found you on the ground in a two-on-one fight." Alana challenged, raising an eyebrow at her husband.

Peter ignored her as he stood up and walked towards the train tracks.

"What was it this time?" Susan asked, a sigh in her voice.

"He bumped me." Peter answered.

"So you hit him?" Lucy questioned in disbelief.

"No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me to apologize. That's when I hit him." Peter corrected.

"Oh Peter…" Alana groaned, rubbing her forehead for an entirely different reason now. Edmund patted her shoulder in consolation, basically say 'you chose him, I'm sorry'. Alana brushed his hand off and glared at him. "Don't think you're not an idiot too for jumping in, even if you did it to help your idiot brother."

"Your idiot husband." Edmund snorted quietly under his breath.

"Who's related to him by blood?" Alana challenged, bringing a small smile to the boy's lips.

"Really, is it that hard to just walk away?" Susan asked, returning attention to Peter.

"I shouldn't have to! I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" Peter argued.

"Uh, we are kids." Edmund pointed out.

"Well I wasn't always." Peter shot back.

"I know, but Ed's right." Alana said, standing and pulling her dumb, dumb husband back towards their family. "No matter how we feel, we are still kids here."

"It's been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?" Peter sighed as he sat back down, fingers entwining with his wife's, his silver ring shining on his finger.

"I think it's time to accept that we live here." Susan said. "It's no use pretending any different."

"Whatever is meant to be, will be. It's gonna be just fine." Alana smiled. Pain suddenly shot through her head and she leaned forward, grasping it.

"Lana?" Edmund cried as Peter caught her.

"I'm fine…fine…." She gasped, pushing herself back up. She had to ignore it, she couldn't add more to their worry. After all, these headaches only started when they came back a year ago.

"Doesn't look fine to me." Edmund muttered as Peter ran a hand up and down her back.

"We've got you." Peter whispered, pushing his own worries aside as he comforted her.

"Thanks." Alana tried to smile, feeling the pain lessen.

"Oh no…pretend you're talking to me." Susan suddenly said.

"We are talking to you." Edmund snarked, earning a look from his sister.

"Ow!" Lucy cried suddenly as she stood up.

"Quiet, Lu." Susan scolded.

"Something pinched me." The youngest Pevensie pointed.

"Hey, stop pulling!" Peter suddenly cried, turning to Edmund as he stood.

"I'm not touching you!" Edmund protested.

"Would all of you just-what is that?!" Susan cried as she stood up too. Edmund followed her.

Alana, however, moved slower than all four of them. A calm washed over her, taking with it all the pain she had been suffering from, leaving her feeling more relaxed and like herself then she had in a year.

"This…it's like home…" She whispered, her voice dreamy and soft.

"It feels like magic!" Lucy grinned.

"Quick, everyone hold hands." Susan ordered.

"I'm not holding your hand!" Edmund protested as he stared at Peter.

"Just-" Peter started to say as he grabbed his wife and brother's hands tightly as the train began to go past them.

Alana stared as the train station began to fall apart, tiles and papers flying, concrete crumbling and lights shaking with the force of it all. But her eyes were only on the train as the scenery behind it changed, showing…a beach.

She could hear a roar in her ears and felt a rush of warmth through her body as the train finally vanished, leaving the five of them in a cave near a beach.

As soon as the train vanished, all the strength seemed to leave Alana's body and she fell to the ground, only avoiding hitting it as Peter and Edmund both caught her. She gasped, panting for air that seemed to be both not enough and too much at the same time.

"Lana!" Lucy cried worriedly, checking her quickly with the skill she had from being a healer of Narnia.

"Are you alright?" Susan questioned, looking her over.

"What happened?" Edmund asked as he and Peter helped her stand up once again.

"I…" Alana whispered, leaning into Peter as she found her center.

"You'll be alright now." Peter's voice was warm in her ear and she looked up only to freeze as she caught sight of her hair in the corner of her eye.

It was strawberry blonde.

A smile formed on her face as she leaned away.

"Come on. Let's go see." She encouraged the others. Together, they made their way out of the cave and found themselves on the beach.

Lucy turned from the water to her sisters with a grin before all three of them took off, the boys not too far behind them.

And for that moment, it was like they were the kids they physically resembled again. They splashed and played in the water, taking off the pieces of their uniform that restricted them as they did so. They teased and cheered each other, splashing and playing like they hadn't done in years, because they were home, they were finally home.

They stopped, however, when Edmund stared up at the cliff they were near.

"Where do you suppose we are?" He asked.

"Well, where do you think?" Peter retorted. It was pretty obvious to him, even more so with Alana's hair color change.

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia." Edmund explained, drawing their eyes to where, indeed, ruins sat on the cliff side.

Alana stared up and she had a forebody feeling in the pit of her stomach. This…this wasn't going to be like last time, she knew.

And, perhaps, that was what made returning to Narnia just as frightening as leaving it had been.


And there we are! Any good? Can you tell I've improved? In any case, I'm currently rereading RotL in order to get a grasp of Alana especially again, but I figured I could write her for this chapter. In case it isn't obvious, her adventure with the Pevensies made her more confident and she's more prone to being outgoing now. But any guesses on why she gets headaches?

Well, that's all for now. Leave a review to let me know what you thought! I'll see you soon!