Disclaimer: I am not C.S. Lewis and nothing in the Narnian world belongs to me.

Airies had been stuck on earth for three years. Three very long, very frustrating years. Aslan had sent her to live with Professor Digory Kirke, the very first child to enter Narnia. She was happy to live with him. They often told each other stories of Narnia, but she wanted to be home. She was a warrior. She wanted to fight alongside her people.

In her three years here, she had continued her training alone. She had completely mastered fire, but the other three elements, wind, earth, and water, were much harder to figure out. She had had no training at all in those elements. There were also Aslan's powers that she wanted to work on, but with no original training on those powers either she just felt like a fool every time she tried to call them forward. And she had no idea where to start. She was starting to get angry now, and her anger grew with each day. Professor Kirke did what he could to help her, searching through the many books he had in his library, but they were still coming up short. The books he found her on each of the four elements helped her gain knowledge on each one, but nothing to help her gain control over them. He had even found some magic books, which she took to looking through every night since he had had given them to her. They helped a bit. The books taught her certain techniques and hand movements. Magic was all in the wrists, so to speak.

She also had no news of Narnia.

Once, Aslan had come to her in a dream, letting her know that her path back home lay in the hands of four children. Professor Kirke had many children pass through his home, seeing as he acted as a safe house for the war that England was in, but none of them were the ones. They were getting more today, and Airies wanted nothing to do with them. She was beginning to get discouraged, believing that she would never return home. That thought left her in a depressive state of mind, which meant that she hardly ever left her bedroom, and most days she spent sitting on the windowsill in her bedroom, never even bothering to change out of her pajamas.

That was where she was now, waiting for the new arrivals to come over the bend. There was a slight knock on her door, and she managed to give a low, "Come in."

Professor Kirke walked in and made his way over to her.

"The children will be here soon. Will you come down to meet them?"

"No, I don't think I will," Airies answered without taking her eyes off of the window.

"Airies," the professor sighed.

"I can't take any more children, professor. I can't take hurting anymore when they return home and I am still here. I am never going home," she cried out.

The professor placed a hand on her shoulder. "You will go home, Airies. Maybe these four will be the ones. You still have to have hope," he tried to comfort her.

"I've lost it all," she whispered, turning back to the windowsill.

"Happy birthday," Professor Kirke said sadly before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Airies sighed deeply. She knew that she should not be so rude, but having three years of pent up anger inside her meant that it was almost like rude was all that she knew how to be. Her hope was gone. She did not know if she would ever get it back. And if she was going to be honest, if she was going to be stuck here forever, she never wanted to hope for anything ever again. The professor did what he could for her, and for that she was grateful. But his house was no Narnia. This world was no Narnia. And though she tried at first, this place would never become home.

The Professor's horse and carriage came over the hill, and she could see four children in the back of it; two boys and two girls. She watched from above as they got out of the carriage and followed Mrs. Macready, the housekeeper, into the house. She heard Professor Kirke introduce himself, and then the children introduced themselves as Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy Pevensie. She then heard Mrs. Macready give them a tour of the house. It was easy to hear almost everything that happened throughout the house; the walls were very thin. She heard them stop outside of her room just down the hall, only to have Mrs. Macready tell them that this part of the house was off limits.

Airies scoffed and turned back to the window. A tear rolled down her face as she thought of her home, the home that she may never get the chance to see again.

"Happy birthday to me," she whispered sadly, her breath fogging up the window before her.

Edmund Pevensie was not in high spirits, not one bit.

He and his family had been living with Professor Digory Kirke for three days now, and he was the only one of his siblings to be curious about what was in the "forbidden" wing of the house. Peter had warned him to leave it alone, but he did not believe in listening to Peter. He was trying to be too much like their father. He was different, not the same, fun, carefree older brother that he used to be. Peter was always trying to boss Edmund around, but Edmund did not need to be told what to do. He was fourteen for Pete's sake! So, he was going to find out what was so wrong about that part of the house.

Edmund waited until his brother and sisters were asleep before sneaking off down the hallway and up a set of stairs. The corridor was completely dark, but thankfully Edmund's eyes were able to adjust quickly, and the moon shining through the windows that lined down the hallway lit a path for him to follow.

As he got farther down the hall, he heard some strange sounds coming from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Slowly, he started to open the door wide enough to peak around it. Once inside, he saw a girl, but there was something rather strange about her. She was holding something in her hand, it was glowing; and then after a moment of staring at the glowing ball, she threw it at the wall opposite her.

Was that- it was fire!

Over and over again, the girl threw balls of fire at the wall. The wall would burn for just a second, and then the fire would disappear. As she did this she shouted, "It's no use!" first loud, and then the words turned into a whisper until she was crying, choking back tears that enabled her from speaking.

This was all so strange, and Edmund felt compelled to get a closer look. He tried to open the door a little wider, but as he did so he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped and turned around to see his younger sister, Lucy, standing behind him with her arms crossed over her chest. She opened her mouth to say something, but Edmund shushed her and pointed into the room.

Lucy, unable to help herself because she had always been a very curious little girl, went to look around him, but lost her balance, which resulted in the two of them toppling through the door and onto the floor of the girl's room.

The girl's head whipped around towards them, and all at once every candle in the room was lit with a burning flame.

"Hey! Might I ask what you're doing?" She sounded angry. Edmund mentally smacked himself. Of course she was angry. They had just invaded her personal space.

Edmund and Lucy jumped up, while Edmund stuttered over his words, trying to find an explanation for why he had been spying, and why they were laying on a heap on the floor.

"I'm pretty sure the Macready told you not to come down here. Leave!"

Edmund spluttered some more, trying to get out an apology, but Lucy, who as well as curious had always been perceptive, said, "Are you alright? You've been crying." It was not a question, but a statement.

The girl turned away from them and wiped her eyes. "I'm fine. Please leave."

Instead, Edmund watched as his little sister did the exact opposite. Lucy walked over to the girl, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug.

"Lucy!" Edmund hissed.

"Whatever it is, it will be alright. I'm Lucy."

"Lucy, come on!" Edmund whispered franticly, and after a moment, Lucy let the girl go and walked out of the room.

Edmund went to follow but at the last minute turned around and asked, "What's your name?"

"Airies," the girl said back after a moment of hesitation.

"That's pretty. I'm Edmund. Goodnight," he said, leaving behind a very shocked Airies.

The next morning, Airies still could not believe what happened last night. Those two siblings had come into her room and saw her throwing flames… yet she had not been questioned about it. There was something different about these Pevensie siblings compared to the rest of the children who have lived here so far. For starters, no other children have trespassed into her wing of the house.

She needed to stop thinking about them. She needed to focus on how she was feeling today, and that was different. There was something going on inside of her. She felt… there was not any real word for it, but what she was feeling reminded her of how she felt when Anali had been teaching her how to control fire. It was a certain strength, a certain lightness within her. It was something that she had not felt in three years.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. There's the professor, always interrupting at the worst moment.

"Come in."

However, it was not the professor that stepped through her door, but a boy of about sixteen with dusty blonde hair; another Pevensie.

"So two of you come down here and now all of you think it's alright to trespass?" she questioned.

"Technically, we are residents here now, so it is not really trespassing," the boy shot back, which caused Airies to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Is that so?"

"Actually, that happens to be what I'm here about. I wanted to apologize for my siblings, Edmund and Lucy. They should not have come down here. We were told not to, they just get curious. Anyway, I am sorry," he apologized, while taking a step further into the room, instead of backing away like she had silently hoped he would.

"It doesn't matter. What's done is done."

He shrugged as if to say, "Have it your way," but instead what came out was, "I'm Peter, by the way," he said while holding out a hand.

"Airies," she said back while walking over to him in order to take his hand in hers.

A jolt ran through her body at the contact, and she jumped back, but Peter held her hand tighter.

"Airies, that's… that's very beautiful."

"Oh, uh, thank you."

She could feel a blush creep up into her face. She knew what she looked like when she blushed. Giselle used to always make fun of her for it. She was so pale that whenever she blushed, whether it was a lot or a little, every inch of her became blotchy and bright red. As embarrassed as she was over this, she felt like she should say more, but all words, thoughts and forms of language had completely escaped her. Should she compliment him back? What was going on with her? She always had a witty retort for everything, but nothing was coming to mind right now.

"Well, I'll just leave you to whatever it was that you were doing in here. Maybe we'll see you around the house." And with that, he was gone, and Airies sat down in a chair, unable to catch her breath.

She could not wrap her mind around what had just happened. As she breathed deeply, a book on the windowsill on the other side of the room fell onto the floor. Airies looked up, and around the room, trying to find the cause, but the window was closed. She took a deep breath again, and the book flipped through the pages like air was blowing across it. The curtains on the window fluttered back and forth.

Slowly, she rose up from her chair. The wind in the room was coming from her. She was making the curtains and the book move. Concentrating hard, she pointed her arm towards the book and spun her fingers around in a quick flash. The books pages whipped back and forth and the curtains spun around as if there was a storm. The flames from the candles all flickered and then blew out. Airies laughed, and she continued to laugh as she made wind move throughout the room. She had done it! She had controlled the wind. After years of trying, she had finally succeeded.

Something was very different here.

Susan was trying her hardest to be strong for her siblings, especially for Lucy. Being in a new house far away from their home was hard on all of them, especially because this new house that they were living in was rather creepy. It was like a museum. They often had tourists coming in to follow the Macready around and hear about all of the historical artifacts that the house held. They almost never saw the professor, he only came out at meal times, and they never saw the house's third inhabitant, who Peter and Edmund called Airies.

Susan's walls were crumbling. She missed her home. She missed her father, and she missed her mother. Things were not normal around here. They were not structured, and she just wanted to be somewhere familiar.

They were playing hide and seek now, and as Susan tried to find a hiding place, she let her tears get the best of her. She walked through the halls until she heard frantic voices on the other side of one of the doors to the library which made her stop.

"I did it! I actually did it! The books moved Digory, they moved! I made them move."

That must be the infamous Airies, Susan thought.

"What did I tell you? Things are different. They are the ones. Keep practicing and you'll be able to go home soon."

What the professor and this girl were saying made no sense to Susan. The door opening made the eavesdropping girl jump, and she did not have enough time to scurry away before the other girl came out of the room.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be standing out here," she said after almost running into Susan. "You must be Susan."

All Susan could do was nod.

"I've already met the rest of your siblings."

Airies was talking breathlessly, and Susan deduced that she must be very excited about something. That's when she heard Lucy shouting down the hall. She was vaguely aware of excusing herself, and of Airies following her down the hallway where she found Peter, Edmund and Lucy shouting at each other.

"Does this mean I won?" Susan asked when she got to them, trying to ease the tension, only to have Peter explain that Lucy did not want to play hide and seek anymore, which caused Lucy to launch into a story of how she tumbled through the wardrobe in the spare room and came out on the other side in a magical world called Narnia. Susan was about to question her sister, but the gasp behind her made her words stop in her throat.

"Did you say Narnia?" Airies asked while stepping around Susan and Peter closer to Lucy.

After a moment of hesitation, Lucy responded. "Yes. Have you been there?"

"I think I have, when I was very small."

"You're saying you've been to a magical world?" Peter scoffed.

"Aren't all worlds magical?" Airies questioned him before taking Lucy by the hand. "Come on, Lucy. Why don't you show us this wardrobe?"