Disclaimer: I only own Vaslin, my OC. I do not own Narnia or any other characters.

Chapter 1:

Earth time: 1 year after return from Narnia

Vaslin had been accepted into the Pevensies' family after they returned home to their mother. The old man who lived where the wardrobe stayed, Professor Digory Kirke, had admitted to having been in Narnia once too. He'd been genuinely interested in their adventures and the former wolf himself, seeing as he'd been transformed human. They'd stayed in contact with him over the year.

Helen Pevensie had accepted Vaslin as if he were one of her own. He lived with the family and did everything with them- including going to school with them. Mr. Pevensie had returned to join them after eight months and had been as friendly as his wife was toward the former wolf.

Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie didn't know the truth of where Vaslin had come from. They didn't know anything about the adventures in Narnia. As far as they knew, he was an ordinary fifteen year old boy who'd lost everything to the war and needed a new family. They'd gone as far as to legally adopt him.

It'd taken a lot of teaching for Vaslin to get used to the ways of life in their world. It still felt unnatural, day after day, to walk on two legs instead of four. But he did appreciate the kindness of the family. He did his best to return it.

It wasn't uncommon for Peter to get into fights with other boys at the railway station. Every time, Vaslin would be there to back him up. Despite no longer being in Narnia, he felt a duty to protect his adopted siblings. It wasn't just his wolf instincts; they'd done so much for him and he owed them with his life.

It seemed today was another one of those days.

"Where's Edmund?" Vaslin asked Peter as the two of them and Lucy made their way to their usually waiting spot.

"He'll catch up." The blonde haired boy assured him, before someone bumped him.

"Hey, watch it!" The boy who'd bumped him snapped angrily. He and two companions blocked their path. "Say you're sorry."

"Only if you do first!" Peter shot back, punching the other boy.

"Lucy, go find Susan!" Vaslin ordered, jumping into the fray to assist his adopted brother.

The girl took off to find their older sister. A crowd of other children quickly gathered around the brawl, chanting "Fight!". Vaslin threw one of Peter's attackers to the ground and attempted to pin him there, recoiling in pain when he got kicked in the crotch instead. A fist slammed into his face and he fell onto his back. He tripped the boy and climbed onto him, bombarding his face in punches. He thought he glimpsed Susan watching in disapproval of the fight, Lucy by her side. Suddenly, Edmund was there, dragging one of the other boys away from Peter.

A loud whistle blew, alerting them that someone was coming to disperse the fight. A couple of soldiers appeared, breaking up the crowd of onlookers.

"Break it up." One soldier said. "That's enough. Come on." He dragged Edmund and Peter to their feet, the original attackers taking off. "That's it. Get up. Act your age!"

Vaslin leapt to his feet, following his younger brothers back to their luggage. None of them said a word as they followed the direction their sisters went. It wasn't long before they reached their waiting spot and put down their suitcases.

"You're welcome." Edmund said to Peter as he sat down.

"I had it sorted." The blonde argued, getting to his feet and taking a few paces away.

Vaslin sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. Sure you did, Pete.

"What was it this time?" Susan asked, clearly annoyed.

"He bumped me." Peter said.

"So you hit him?" Lucy frowned.

"No. After he bumped me, they tried to make me apologize."

"That's when he hit him." The former wolf added.

"Really? Is it that hard just to walk away?" Susan scolded.

"I shouldn't have to." Peter turned to face them unhappily. "I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

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

"Well, I wasn't always." Peter reminded him.

Vaslin agreed with a sigh. "And I wasn't always a human."

"It's been a year." The High King of Narnia returned to his spot on the bench. "How long does he expect us to wait?"

"Aslan'll let us know when it's time to return." The only one of them who wasn't a King or Queen assured him.

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

I miss my tail, the former wolf thought miserably. I hope Aslan turns me back to a wolf when we finally return; a young wolf. He glanced up at the sound of the train approaching.

"Oh no." Susan suddenly said without warning. "Pretend you're talking to me."

Each of the other four turned to look at her, admittedly confused.

"We are talking to you." Edmund told her.

She scoffed, giving him "the look".

"He's not wrong." Vaslin muttered.

Suddenly Lucy jumped up. "OW!"

"Quiet, Lu." Susan scolded.

"Something pinched me!" The other girl exclaimed, pointing at the bench.

"Hey, stop pulling!" Peter told Edmund, getting to his feet.

"Not touching you." The other King said, offended.

"Look, would all of you just- What is that?" Susan cut off.

"It feels like magic." Lucy said excitedly.

Indeed, Vaslin could feel a strong gust of wind tugging at him; stronger than the one the oncoming train normally caused. A strange excitement filled him. Could it be? Was Aslan finally calling them back? He stood up as Edmund and Susan did.

"Quick, everyone hold hands." The older girl ordered.

"I'm not holding your hand!" By now Edmund had to shout for Peter to hear him, despite the fact that they were right next to each other.

"Just…" Peter took his younger brother's hand as he took Susan's, Susan took Lucy's, and Vaslin took Edmund's other hand.

The railway station started peeling away, pieces of it flying away in the incredibly strong wind. The hanging lights and "way out" sign shook violently. Hats, papers, and other items of other people's flew in the wind too. The wind pulled at the siblings' clothing. Posters tore from the walls.

They turned back towards the train. The tunnel wall behind it flashed in and out of existence with the sea. Vaslin could see beautiful islands. Narnia! Then the train was gone, vanishing out of existence. Now the siblings stood in a cave on a beachside.

Aslan had called them home at last.