My First Fan-Fic

Lady of Narnia

Lady of Narnia

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This is my first fan-fic ever, so I'm new at this, but I'm not new at writing stories. I hope that you like this one.

The Light at the End of the Tunnel
It was a cold, wet day when she arrived at the Professor's house. She was thirteen years old with long, light brown hair and very dark brown eyes which had a very sad look about them. She was a very pretty girl with long, thick, black eyelashes and she was very slender. Her name was Emily.
When she arrived, the Pevensies had attempted to make friends with her, but had found that she was very quiet and didn't appear to like to talk a whole lot. Lucy thought that Emily must be upset about something, while Edmund seemed disgusted with her. Peter and Susan didn't know what to make of her.
The afternoon of the day that she arrived, the Pevensies decided that they would play a game of hide-and-seek.
"Why don't we ask Emily if she would like to play, too?" Lucy suggested.
The others all thought that it was a wonderful idea, so they went and asked her. When they did, though, Emily just looked at them blankly and suddenly burst into a flood of tears. She ran off and hid somewhere in the house and though they looked and looked, the could not find her.
Finally, they just played their game of hide-and-seek. But as Peter counted and Lucy, Susan, and Edmund ran off to hide, they couldn't help but wonder what on earth about hide-and-seek could have made Emily start crying like that. Whatever it was, it was probably the key to unlocking the prison in which the real Emily was being kept.
 
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Only minutes after Peter had finished counting, he heard Lucy shouting about something. Oh, how he hoped that Edmund was not involved in this. Hurrying along the passage, he found Edmund and Lucy arguing.
"Look what you've done now, he's found us!" Edmund said.
"But, but I've been gone for a long time," Lucy said. "Weren't you wondering where I've been."
Edmund rolled his eyes and turned away.
 
All of the noise brought Susan in to the room. "What's going on?" she asked, completely forgetting about their game of hide-and-seek.
"I don't know," Peter answered. "These two won't stop arguing long enough to explain."
Lucy looked puzzled. "But, I've been gone for a very long time," she said hesitantly. "Weren't you wondering where I was?"
"That's the whole point of hide-and-seek," Edmund said.
"That's nonsense, Lucy," Susan said. "Peter only just started to count."
"What's nonsense?"
All four of the Pevensies turned around quickly and saw Emily, standing in the doorway looking puzzled.
"I found a magical country, with a wood and a faun. It's always winter there and never Christmas because of a terrible witch. She's awfully mean," Lucy explained.
Edmund rolled his eyes again.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Come and see!" Lucy said excitedly.
Reluctantly, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Emily followed the excited girl down the hallway to another room. Lucy pushed open the door and said, "Come and see for yourselves!"
It was a quite empty room except for a very large wardrobe which sat at the far end of it. Peter and Susan walked over to it and Peter opened the door. Susan pushed aside the coats that were in it and tapped on the back of it.
When she came out she said, "Lucy, it's just an ordinary wardrobe."
Edmund poked his head in. "No wood here!"
"But is was there only a moment ago," Lucy said, looking shocked.
"It's time to stop playing silly games Lu," Edmund said, looking irritated.
"But it wasn't a game!" Lucy said, her eyes filling with tears.
Emily looked around at Lucy's siblings. Then, she looked down at Lucy. "I believe you," she said.
"What?" Lucy asked.
"I believe you."
Edmund snorted and then left the room, muttering to himself.
Peter shook his head and then he left also. Susan looked shocked and gave Lucy a pitying look, and then she left, too.
Then, Emily said, "Could you, tell me about that country?"
"Sure," Lucy said. She was glad that someone believed her, but still, she couldn't help wondering if maybe she had dreamed it all...
 
She opened the shelter door and peered out frantically.
"Emily, shut the door!" Her mother shouted over the noise of the falling bombs and explosions.
"Mum, Ryan's still out there!" she shouted back. "Ryan! Ryan!"
"Emily!" A little six year old boy was running towards the shelter as fast as his little legs could carry him. "Don't leave me out here, Emily!" he cried.
"I won't you leave you Ryan!" Emily shouted back. "I'm right here! Come on!"
Then, she heard the whistle of the bomb and her heart pounded as she prayed that Ryan would make it in time. The boy heard it too, and fear showed itself plainly in his eyes.
"Don't leave me, Emily!" he cried again. Before she could answer, she saw the explosion.
"Ryan!"
There was no answer.
"Ryan!"
Only silence.
"No!"

Emily woke herself up when she screamed no and burst into a flood of tears. Susan came running in with Lucy behind her. Both girls looked very concerned.
"Emily, are you alright?" Susan asked.
Emily could only shake her head as the tears rolled down her face.
Lucy reached out to hug her, but Emily drew back, almost frightened.
"Just leave me alone," she sobbed. "Leave me alone."
Susan and Lucy stood there a few more moments before turning and leaving Emily to herself again.
 
The Pevensies met in the hallway shortly after Susan and Lucy had left Emily. Peter and Edmund had both been wakened by Emily's cry, and both wanted to know what had happened.
"She wouldn't tell us what happened," Susan said quietly. "All I know is that it was probably some sort of bad dream.
"Well, it must have been pretty awfull for her to scream like that," Peter said. "It's just not normal for a thirteen year old girl to scream at a bad dream."
"Or else she's being plagued by such dreams," Susan suggjested.
"But what would plague her so terribly?" Lucy wondered.
"I don't know, but it must pretty bad," Peter said.
Edmund grumbled and turned away.
"What was that, Ed?" Peter asked.
"Nothing," Edmund replied shortly before going back to bed.
"Speaking of horrid things," Susan said, "Edmund just hasn't been himself lately; have you noticed?"
"Yes," answered Peter. "It started when we left home."
Lucy sighed. "Will things ever go back to normal?"
Peter hugged his little sister. "Of course they will, Lu."
 
The next day passed without anything interesting happening. It still was raining and so there was nothing for them to do except sit around indoors and talk or try to find a game to play. Since there is nothing interesting to say about that day, I shall have to move on to that night.
Everyone was asleep when Lucy found that she had a particular urging to go and look into the old wardrobe again. So, she took a candle and tiptoed down the stairs and through halls and passages until she came to the wardrobe room.
Lucy walked inside and up to the door of the wardrobe. After setting the candle down on the floor, she opened the door, and walked into the wardrobe.
A few moments later, Edmund, who had followed Lucy, entered the wardrobe room. "Lucy. Oh Lucy!" He called. Walking into the wardrobe after his sister, her thought, "I think I'll close the door. Wouldn't it be funny to have her magical country suddenly thrown into darkness!" Because, of course, he did not believe Lucy. Slowly he shut the door and then he started to call Lucy again. When he came to where the back of the wardrobe should have been, he found that, to his upmost horror, that there was no back.
 
Susan woke up a few minutes after Lucy had left. The first thing that she noticed was that the candle that had been by the bed was gone. At first, she thought nothing of it, and then she noticed that Lucy was gone. Sighing reluctantly, Susan got out of bed and walked quietly across the hall to Emily's room. Outside, she hesitated, wondering if she should wake Emily up. Slowly, she pushed the door open.
"Emily?" she called softly.
Emily turned over in bed and faced Susan. "What is it?"
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Susan said.
"That's alright, I've been awake anyways."
Susan looked relieved.
"What's the matter?" Emily asked.
"It's Lucy," Susan replied. "I woke up a minute ago and she was gone. She took the candle with her."
"Oh yes," Emily said, "I heard her walk down the hall about five minutes ago."
"You did?"
"Yeah, I've been awake for a while. I also heard someone else following her down the hall."
"Edmund!" Susan growled under her breath.
"Yes, that's what I thought, too," Emily said quietly.
The two girls sat talking for a few minutes and then they heard noise comeing from the boys' room. They got up and went to see what was going on.
Lucy was busy trying to wake Peter up and Edmund was standing against the wall looking very annoyed.
"Peter wake up!" Lucy almost shouted. "It's really there!"
"What are you talking about Lucy?" Peter asked sleepily.
"Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe like I told you before!" Lucy answered.
"Oh, you must have been dreaming, Lucy," Susan said.
Emily didn't say anything but she was listening with intrest.
"But I haven't, Susan! This time Edmund went too!"
Everyone looked at Edmund in surprise.
"I - I was just playing along," he said, stumbling over the words and trying hard not to look at Lucy.
The little girls eyes filled with tears at those words, and yet, she said nothing against Edmund, she only ran out of the room, crying her eyes out as she went. Emily ran after her and Peter glared at Edmund. Susan sighed and went back to her room. They would all have to deal with the problem tomorrow.

(comments are apreciated!)
 
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Gunfire. Shouting. A bomb exploded somewhere to the left. Planes flew over head. Rain. Mud. Twisted barbed wire. Officers shouted their orders. Screams of pain. Wounded men called for their comrades. Friends looked for friends. Someone was shouting, "David! David!" But David didn't answer. He couldn't. He would never answer again.


"Emily!" Lucy said worridly. "Emily!"
"What?" Emily asked, shaking her head.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, just thinking."
"Okay," Lucy said. She was getting worried about Emily. She always seemed to be thinking about something, and it was never happy thoughts that entered Emily's mind, Lucy was sure of that. She glanced over to where the three others were playing, or trying to play a game of cricket. It wasn't going to well. Lucy and Emily were sitting a few yards away under the shade of the trees. Emily had been invited to play cricket, but she hadn't wanted to do that either.
Lucy watched as Edmund got hit in the leg by the cricket ball. She giggled and looked at Emily. She was thinking again. Then, she heard a 'smash' like something had just been broken. She jumped to her feet.
"What happened?"
"Edmund just hit the ball through one of the windows," Susan called back.
"Great," Lucy said sarcastically.
The five children ran inside, although they knew that they would be blamed for breaking the window. Then, they heard footsteps.
"Where can we hide?" Peter asked.
"I know," Lucy said. "Follow me everyone!"
 
Up hallways and downstairs the five ran, trying to escape the footsteps. But no matter where they went the footsteps always followed them. Finally, Lucy remembered something. What if they went and hid in that big old wardrobe? It was a good idea, she thought. After what seemed like ages of searching around, they finally found the room in which the wardrobe stood. Lucy ran ahead of the others, threw the door open and climbed inside. Edmund followed suit and so did Susan. Peter hesitated though. Emily turned around, frustrated, and grabbed his arm.
"Come on!" She said.
He followed her and soon they were all safely hidden inside.
Peter peeked through the crack in the door and then said to the others, "Get back!"
Through much pushing and shoving and loud whispering of "ouch!" and "You're on my foot!" and such things, they finally came to where the back of the wardrobe should have been. Ah, but there's the catch, it wasn't there.
Out of the wardrobe they all fell, into - snow! None of them could believe their eyes! Emily stood up and looked around herself. Was it possible? Then, she turned and helped Lucy to get up.
"You were right!" Emily breathed.
Lucy had never seen her look so - so - excited or - happy. "Of course I was," Lucy said, turning to her siblings.
Peter looked at her apolgeticly. " I suppose 'I'm sorry' wouldn't quite cover it," he said.
"No, it wouldn't," Lucy replied. "But this might!" Grinning, she thew a snowball at her brother.
That started a massive snowball fight.
 
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