Fauns dancing around fires. Griffins soaring high. Unicorns galloping across wide fields and centaurs battling giants.
These are things Amelia Cromwell sees every day.
She doesn't know how they happen or why she sees them but every time she looks through a rain covered window or at a patterned wall, they're there. Does she feel crazy and odd about these sensational images? Absolutely.
It feels like something is missing in her life, but what?
Now that her father has gone off to war she has to stay at the beautifully empty mansion of Professor Kirke.
When four siblings arrive at the mansion, Amelia's life is thrown upside down. With an irritable boy, an emotional little girl and two protective older siblings, life could not have suddenly become more complicated.
Throw a mystical land and magical creatures into the mix, and the result is confusion, anger, hope and love.
Edmund Pevensie seems ready to grind Amelia into a million pieces, but when she is his only comfort and last hope in a land where nothing is familiar, could love bloom in the depths of his shadowed heart?
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"Yes. I'm not ready to die yet. There's still so much I have to do..."
"Like what?"
He sighed, "I've always wanted to sign up for the army - to help us win the war so that other children don't have to be separated from their parents like we were. I need to see my dad again, make sure he's okay and not dead with a bullet in his chest. I have to... apologize to Peter for being a complete arsehole of a brother. I have to tell Susan that I'm really thankful for her making sure I'm okay, even when I was so rude to her. I have to tell Lucy that despite all the problems we had as brother and sister, I love her... I love all of them... more than they know..."
Amelia heard a single sniffle as he tried to wipe away the tears at his eyes by rubbing his head against the fabric on his shoulder.
"We'll get out of here, Ed, you'll be able to tell them all. I'll make sure of it."
She was a girl from inside the wardrobe.
He was a boy from outside the wardrobe.
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"You're joking?" I scoff. "These are the Prophecy?" I pointed at the three children standing beside them. It was like an inside joke that wasn't even laughable.
"Yes, sweetheart! You cannot deny the coincidence that is happening all around us." Mrs. Beaver explained. Her motherly tone brought me some reassurance.
I nodded reluctantly, glancing at the three children standing awkwardly.
"So much for a Prophecy."
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"Is Aslan really your father?" Lucy asked me. I smirked in amusement as she sat down beside me at the river.
"Is that what everyone keeps telling you?" Lucy nodded innocently. It was adorable how her cheeks redden in embarrassment. "No," I answered, "he isn't my father by blood but I like to think of him as one." I turn to the flowing river, watching as the tiny fishes jump every now and then out of the water. "He raised me, saved me from dying. I never knew my parents. Don't know if they're looking for me or continuing on with their lives like nothing is missing." I shrugged hoping to fool anyone who thought otherwise. If I put my guard up maybe no one will notice.
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"A King is never a King without his Queen by his side." A voice said from behind me. I smiled at his attempt of trying to woe me.
"Oh?" I didn't need to take a look to know that he was already next to me. His warmth radiated to me like a magnet.
"So, why is everyone calling me 'King' when my Queen is out here?" Peter said. I whipped my head over at him, baffled at his confidence. He smirked making me swoon for him even more. Especially, the way the setting sun shinned against his dirty blande hair and his blue eyes glowed even brighter.
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The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
{P. Pevensie}
{The Shadow Series}
{Part of Across The Multiverse Series}
{Book 1}
All of the credit of the books belongs to C.W. Lewis and the movies belong to Disney. I only own Natasha Rebecca Barnes and her plot.