Hey guys! It's me again. So this time I was thinking if I get at least four reviews on this I'll continue. I read the Chronicles of Narnia when I was a little girl and I recently found them again in my attic. Well enjoy and please REVIEW! :) -TheMaximumExperience

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

-Eleanor Roosevelt

Screams echoed throughout the night, the sound of the bombs growing closer with each passing minute. The whimpers of the children could be heard throughout the bomb shelter as they wandered whether or not they would survive. This was the third bombing of the month and the German seemed relentless in their attacks on London.

An elderly woman stood near the doors of the shelter while carefully counting the children. "Granny." A young girl's voice rings out, clear and charming as a bell. Turning towards the voice, Granny's gaze finally came to focus on her sixteen year old niece.

She was a sight for sore eyes indeed. Dark, flowing locks fell elegantly off her shoulders as her bright and curious blue eyes seemed to twinkle in the lamp's light. Her faded burgundy dress seemed two sizes large for her, being held up by a leather belt on her waist. The black stockings she wore were barely visible from the worn out boots she was sporting. However, despite her loose-fitted clothing, she seemed to carry a sense of grace with her wherever she went.

"Yes, what is it, girl?" Granny replied while moving away from her position at the door.

In a lower voice, she answered, "The children. They've been like this for an hour. We have to do something."

Looking around the room, Granny knew she was right. "Alright, Joan. Try to calm them down. I'll start handing out the blankets."

Nodding in reply, Joan quickly made her way to back of the shelter where most of the children were huddled together. In all there had to at least be fifteen. "Hey, it'll be alright." She tries to comfort them, a reassuring smile on her face.

"I don't like the bombs." A younger child spoke while wiping the tears in her eyes.

Wanting to help, Joan sat on the small bed where the young girl was and gathered her in her arms. "No one does, but as long as we stay in the shelter we'll be safe. It'll all pass soon." Her voice was so soothing and caring when she spoke to the children, it was easy to forget that she was just a teenager.

"Who wants to hear a story?" she asks after a long moment of silence. It was the only way to take the children's minds off of the war outside.

Almost immediately after Joan asked, every child in the shelter raised their hands. They loved Joan when she told stories about faraway lands with princesses and wizards. It was their way to escape the reality that they lived in and forget the problems they faced each day. "Alright then. What would you all like to hear?"

"Tell us one about a beautiful princess." A small girl near the front said while hugging her stuffed rabbit tightly in her lap. Most of the girls seemed to like this suggestion while the boys turned in displeasure. "No, we want to hear a story with adventure and action."

"And pirates." Another added while pretending to thrust a sword in midair.

"How about one with magic?" one of the older girls of the group asked.

"I know one that all of you will enjoy. It's about a boy that never grows up." The children seemed excited to learn more. They quieted themselves down while getting comfortable in their spots to better listen to the story.

"His name was Peter Pan, and he along with the Lost Boys never grew up. They lived in a faraway land that you could only get to by flying. It was called Neverland, a place full of adventure and fun. Neverland had pirates, mermaids and even fairies. It was truly a magical place." Joan started, making hand gestures as she spoke. "Now a certain pirate never really got along with Peter Pan, his name was Captain James Hook. It's said that he lost one of his hands due to an accident involving a crocodile and now wears a hook as a replacement."

The children were filled with wonder and curiosity as Joan continued her story. Granny shot Joan a weak smile while watching her. "-so Peter and Wendy flew all the way to Skull Rock in order to rescue the chief's daughter, Tigerlily. Peter and Captain Hook engaged in combat, both taking every opportunity to strike at one another."

An hour soon flew by and most of the children crowded around Joan were already asleep, only a few remaining awake to hear the end of the story. "So Wendy, Michael and John returned home but promised to never forget the adventure and magic they had experienced in Neverland. The End." Joan finished.

"That was a good story, Joan. Where did you learn it?" the small girl, Avery, by her side asked.

"I like to read. I actually learned that one from Granny when I was about your age. Now it's getting late, you should get to sleep." Joan slowly stood up from the bed and proceeded in tucking Avery into bed. Taking the blanket in her hand, she pulled the edge until it was under Avery's chin. The bombs could still be heard but at a much larger distance than before.

Giving Joan one last smile, Avery slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. Avery was by far one of Joan's favorite children. Avery was always making an effort to help others and she thought of other before herself. The only problem was her disease that barely let her leave bed. It broke Joan's heart to see her like this.

"It's best you get to bed, too. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Granny said.

"I know. Granny, are they going to send us away? There's been talk at the local shops about it. They say there has been rumors that all the children in London will be evacuated to the country for protection." Joan states while dropping into the wooden chair by the desk.

"I don't know what'll happen, girl. Don't think about it for now. Go to sleep." Granny commands while draping a fleece blanket on her.

"Thanks, Granny." Joan managed to mumble before lying her dead down on the desk, the candle's light beginning to flicker away. She hadn't realized how tired she was. All of the bombings in London had left Joan with no free time. She was constantly tending to the children or going to the market to bargain for lower prices on food. It had finally taken its toll on the young girl.

Happily, she closed her eyes while hoping to dream of a better world, one without fighting and war.

So what did you think of that? Please review and tell me if you thought it was any good. Well I'm hoping to update more often with 'Beautiful Nightmare' so it might take awhile. I hope to get back to this fanfic as soon as possible but I can't make any promises. I should be able to update in a week:)