Long before the last battle was won, long before Narnia was created, a scraggy young boy had roamed the streets of London whose name went by Omen for many years. People called him this because when he was younger he accidently set his house on fire killing his mother and father. Now by the time he was eleven, Omen became the village's beggar. Sometimes he would not know if he would ever see another meal, completely unlike our next character. Jane Potts was the daughter of the richest family in the village and lived in the largest house in the city. Jane had five horses, two tortoise, five canaries, three hamsters and even an eagle (even though she never looked after them, the maids did that)!

Rumours of terrorists ran around town so people started to get worried and trying to get places to stay while the attacks go on. Jane's father was a scheming cheat when it came to money. If there was a way to make money Richard Potts would make it. And seem as though everyone who's house had been destroyed was finding places to live he decided to put up his cellar for rent, now, it was not a horrible, small, dirty, cellar where cobwebs were around every corners, nor was it an empty, boring, medium sized cellar that was completely bare, it was more a massive, perfectly decorated and had more than a dozen quest rooms, including bathrooms.

The word got out fast and all of the richest around could pay the price which was ten pounds a night. Every night the bombs hit the factories and stations, the town was filled with people screaming and crying babies that could be heard echoed across street to street. But that one night everything was silent as silent can get. Nothing could be seen except the mist from explosions, no-one was out. Suddenly out of the jaws of death a dark silhouette of child walked out of the smog, lost, and letting out whimpers every now and then. The shadow looked to the left for there was a crunching and crumbling sound. The building fell like it was in slow-motion as it crashed beside the person, blowing him over comatose on the floor. The mist cleared a little showing that the person was a boy. In fact it was Omen who had just been blasted by the entire weight of a three story house. The last he saw was a fine-white horse covered in dust; so grey to him, galloping in front. Someone screamed. Everything went black.

Jane Potts stared at the closed eyes of the beggar as he lay un-conscious on her bed staining it with dust. Jane gasped for Omen had flickered his eyes. A couple of seconds later he started wheezing and choking. The boy tried to sit up but failed to, he then tried again but this time had success and now Omen's eyes were fully open and he was now active. 'Where am I?' the boy asked.

'It's all right you are safe, I found you in the street and brought you inside, 'Jane assured him.

'So that was you who screamed!' Omen was interested and wanted to find out more about what happened. Suddenly there banging noise loudly on the other side of the door.

'Jane Amelia Francesca Potts let me in. Who's in there with you?' a low and very loud voice came from behind the door.

'N-n-no-one Daddy-kins!' Jane managed the squeeze out in shock, and grabbed Omen off the bed and flung him under the bed.

'Well then who were you talking to?' Richard bellowed.

'J-Just my dollies, Daddy, now please go away and let us finish our tea party.'

'No, I'm coming in!' The handle turned slowly before the door swung open and banged against the wall. He walked in and examined the room. 'So... erm, where are your dollies?'

'I put them away, now please go!' Jane insisted sternly.

'You were not in your room last night dear.' Everything went silent.

'I was, in the... cellar, helping out the maids with the cleaning, I do love that you know!' she lied, in fact she went out riding in the streets on her horse, she thought it would be safe. Her father scanned the room with his beady eyes and paced over to the bed where Omen lay under.

'Thank you father for checking on me, but now if you please go, I would like to do some... drawing,' Jane said fiercely and quickly whilst pushing her father out the door.

'Just remember to leave the cleaning to the maids!' The door shut and the girl sighed after all the covering up she had to do and ran over to the bed.

'You can come out now erm... Omen.' She did not like calling him that but what else could she say? He slid out from under the bed and gazed up at Jane. Presently, he said:

'Jane? Did you always have tree trunks for bed stands?' She looked up and saw that the stands on her four-poster bed were now tree trunks that towered up to the ceiling, which was now a canopy a leaves with shafts of light peeping through holes in the leaves. Jane's feet suddenly started to feel something prickly beneath them, she viewed the floor as small grass blades shot out of the carpet and soon the floor was now covered in these mini green spears. Momentarily, she felt a gentle breeze blow across her cheek. The lighting became a lot brighter and birds began tweeting. Jane looked around to see that her bedroom had disappeared and had been replaced by a thick forest. A bird elegantly swooped under Jane's nose, shot up and disappeared into the leaves above them. The forest carried on as far as the eye could see behind the two in front of them but ended in front of them onto a field glad in daises.

'What? How did we get here?'

'I don't know, do I? God?'

'Yes, yes but I mean scientific-'

'Oh don't try and tell me about that nonsense! It's all lies anyway! Like we evolved from monkeys! Come on!' Omen ran between the trees and came out onto the field, Jane followed curiously.

'Actually' she said, 'there is lots of evidence you know-'

'Tag!' Omen touched her on the shoulder and ran. The two of them laughed and ran around in circles playing leap-frog and tag and oh, such glorious games. The two played for hours on end, not having a care in the world. All was fine until they became extremely sleepy. 'How are we so sleepy? It's not even dark!' Omen yawned.

'What should we do now, try to find a way to get back?' Jane got up and stretched.

'What? Why would you want to do that? Oh no wait, you have a rich Dad, and get everything you want, at least you have a dad. Just because I accidently killed mine now people have to start calling me Omen.'

'So you weren't born with that name?' she asked curiously.

'No! My real name's Daniel but no-one cares about my feelings, I'm staying here!'

'Well where will you sleep- hang on a minute, you are not staying here!'

'Oh yes I am!' Daniel said stubbornly and ran towards the castle.

'Come Back!' Jane shouted. He refused to listen so Jane ran after him. Fortunately, she was fast and even more fortunately, Daniel wasn't, so soon she caught up. 'Where are you going?' the girl asked.

'Finding a place to sleep and looks like you're coming too!' Jane looked ahead and saw that she was nearly at the castle, and very out of breath. 'How on earth did I run that far when I could barely take a step forward a few minutes ago?' She thought to herself, 'I won't get back before I collapse and some ravenous creature eats me, I've got no other option, I'll have to go inside.'