Introduction

"Hello! My name is Peter."

"And I'm Lucy. Oh! And this is Ella!"

Ella chuckled. "I can introduce myself, Lucy."

"Sorry..."

Ella smiled. "It's alright. Anyway, we have an amazing story to tell you."

"This story happened when we were very young," said Peter.

"Well... we are young now, but we once were much older..." Lucy said.

"But that's much later on in the story, Lucy," Ella pointed out.

"Yeah," Peter agreed. "You are just confusing our audience. The story began when we four children moved to this huge house in the country and the first day we arrived..."

"There was a lion and a witch and a wardrobe!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Not yet," said Peter.

"Yeah; I threw a tantrum when you guys arrived," Ella deadpanned.

"Oh, right..." Lucy smiled and looked down sheepishly. "Sorry."

"The story began when we four children moved to this big house in the country and the first day—"

"Everybody died!" Lucy blurted out.

"Luuuuucy!"

"What?"

"That's the end of the story..." said Peter.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Okay. Ella and the witch had this huge fight and..."

"Lucy."

"What?"

"That's still almost the end of the story," Ella pointed out.

"Well, that's the most exciting part and..."

"It doesn't matter," Peter said.

"You have to tell it in order," Susan piped in, making you all jump in surprise. "One step at a time."

Ella looked at her with wide eyes. "When did you get here?"

"We've been here all along," Edmund deadpanned.

"How did I not notice?"

Edmund and Susan smirked. "We told you we'd manage to sneak up on you one day."

Ella rolled her eyes and groaned. "Introduce yourselves, you numpties."

Susan rolled her eyes and smiled. "Hi, I'm Susan. And this is our little brother—"

"Edmund. And I'm not little!"

"Back to the story?" Ella suggested in an exasperated tone as they were getting nowhere.

"Right, okay." Lucy gave a sheepish smile. "Sorry, this one's on me."

"They're all on you," Edmund muttered.

Peter rolled his eyes. "The story began when we four children moved to this big house in the country and the first day—"

"We were crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia and I met Mister Tumnus. The White Witch turned everyone into stone statues..."

"We were exploring the house," Peter continued over Lucy, ignoring her ramble. "And we looked into this large empty room..."

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy! Waaaaait! What are you doing?" Peter asked when she was done rambling.

"I'm telling them the story!" she said with a wide smile.

"I know—"

"But you told the whole thing at once," said Edmund.

"They won't understand the story," Susan chimed in. "Start at the beginning."

Lucy grinned. "That's easy, it began with me!" She paused, recalling their adventure. "No, wait! It began with Ella first, then when we came, it continued with me since Ella was disappearing a lot."

"Don't forget the lot of us!" Peter exclaimed before he and Lucy laughed. "I'm Peter and I'm the eldest and I was about fourteen at the time of this story..."

"Actually, you were fifteen," Ella said, grabbing a biscuit from the plate Edmund had brought not so long ago.

"Right!" Lucy nodded and turned to beam at her brother. "And you were so good and brave!"

Peter smiled, slightly flustered at the praise. "And then there was our sister Susan and she was about twelve."

"Thirteen," Ella and Susan corrected in unison.

"She's nice," Lucy chimed in once more.

"And then there was our brother Edmund. He was nine—"

"Ten."

"— then..."

"Yecch!" Lucy squealed.

Peter smiled. "And you, Lucy, you were eight."

Ella looked at him, blinking. "How is it that you remember no one's age— not even yours— except for Lucy's?"

Peter blushed in embarrassment while Ella shook her head and rolled her eyes, turning back to look at you. "Then there was me." She smiled at you as she reintroduced herself. "I'm Ella, as Lucy said before. Well, my name is Eleanor, but don't call me that or I'll shoot you in the neck with an arrow—"

"She actually will," Edmund piped in.

Ignoring Edmund's intervention, Ella continued, "Anyway, I had just turned sixteen a few months before they came to the boarding house."

"I never got why you and Mason called it a boarding house," Edmund muttered, helping himself to another biscuit.

"I never got why you always ate too many sweets and biscuits," Ella replied. "Keep that up and you'll end up like the milkman."

"Hey!"

"And we call it so because it actually is a boarding house— why do you think the lot of you are staying here?"

"Ella? Peter?" Lucy said. "I have an idea. Let's not tell them... let's show them!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Like this!" Their voices were suddenly overcome by a bombing air raid sfx (SFX means "Special Effects"— could be visual or auditive) in London.

"Brilliant, Lucy!" Peter shouted over the sfx. "Except—"

"Except this isn't a film, Lucy," Ella said, giving the girl an apologetic smile.

Lucy pouted. "Right. Sorry. I forgot."

Peter sighed. "It all started with the air raids over London in World War II."

Ella ran a hand down her face. "No, Peter, it started a year after this World War began. Remember? The story started with me."

Peter blushed for what seemed like the millionth time in her presence. "Right."

This time, Ella sighed. "I'll start from the beginning." She turned to look back at you and gave you a warm smile as she told you the tale from the very beginning. Or at least, their beginning.

"This story begins in 1940..."