(fanfiction mode)

Narnia: What a queer, yet inspiring and uplifting name that was. The sound rolled off of the oldest Pevensie's tongue, as he repeated it a few times, tasting the magnificent wonder of the land's name. Apparently, the name of a place seems to match the settings. However hard you look at a picture, you can still find something new the next time observing it. Peter tried blinking for a moment, as he stood in the middle of the icing covered forest, his already housebroken, fur jacket comfortably draped around his body, wondering if he was in a long dream. Was he unable to wake up? Blonde wisps of hair hung in front of large, curious blue mirrors, as sun kissed skin was kissed by the stars hanging in the sky. The crisp, chilly weather wasn't fond of a human's skin, at least, from what the Beavers had mentioned. But what about Edmund? Fear clinked to every bone in Peter's body earlier those few nights ago, and every night since then, when his younger brother ran off. If one could describe utter worry and sorrow in a few words, I would like to meet them, for it is humanly impossible to do so. Not a letter can explain a person's guilt to the true level, or a person's woes. Emotion comes in colors, senses, and feelings other than word after word... Susan was rather angry at Peter, Evangeline always took Susan's side. Lucy didn't understand, like most children don't. Apparently this once-upon-a-time happy trip wasn't turning out so well.

Still, Peter couldn't get the pronunciation out of his head. Narn-ee-uh. And to think, he was the High King? What prophecy was this, of two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve? The thought blew his mind away, sending him forth into a sea of confusion. Still, his title seemed intriguing.

As of now, the three Pevensie children, and Evangeline, and the Beaver family were set out to rescue Edmund. They had been walking for days, the scenic route nothing but forests, cliffs, ice and snow. As night fell upon the travelers, Susan, being the smart-brain that she was, demanded upon resting for the night. Peter as tired as he was, protested:

"What about Edmund?" Angry British vocals shouted, a frantic puppy trying to get out of its cage. "We don't have a moment to spare!"

Susan's cold eyes glared up at her brother, barely visible in the darkness. "Don't you think it would be better to travel when we're fully rejuvinated? We've been walking for over twenty-four hours!"

Peter turned around in annoyance. "What, do you have a watch on you, or something?!"

Susan stomped her right foot, as a defensive air was set around her facade. "Peter, I'm trying to be practical!"

A challenge was set in the eldest child's eyes, looming down at his naive sister with pure disgust. "No, Susan! You're just trying to be smart! All you care about is being right!"

A moment of silence lay inbetween the argument, not even the snow decided to crunch. Susan hesitated for a second, trying to think of something to say. Sadly enough, Lucy decided to change the idea of things. Her short figure, apparently the 'tallest of her class', swayed over to Peter, her eyes drooping like heavy bricks. Her short brown hair, flawless and shining, swept from the wind as Lucy was near falling from exhaustion. On an instinct reaction, Peter swooped down, catching the tiny girl from falling into the snow: The last thing he'd want her to be was cold and wet. Arms picked her up with a lift, and glanced towards Evie: They barely talked since the beginning of this adventure. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.. right? Peter stopped, glancing over at the slightly younger girl, but abruptly shrugged his questions off his back. His attention moved to Susan, and at last, he gave in.

"Alright.." The boy's deepening words whispered, setting the barely awake Lucy down.

It wasn't long before the group of six set themselves a fire, and covered themselves in their coats. Peter sat awake, gazing into the dancing flames, guilty of not only this world, but reality as well. His good friend, Noah Bentley, joined the army. Why hadn't Peter? Boys younger than he by a month or two were enlisted... But Peter didn't join? He could've fought for his country, alongside his father. But now, he contemplated never seeing his father again, due to this epedemic. What then? Would the world disappear into a boundless abyss of solitude and dishonor? The bottom crevaces of his eyes began to sting profusely, before a tear trickled down the side of his rosy cheek.

Now wasn't the time to go to sleep.. Now was the time to walk around. Quietly, Peter got up from his position, brushed the snow off of his fur coat, and jogged deeper and deeper to the forest, occasionally glancing back at the light of the fire to know his way. So many stresses: Edmund.. Susan.. Mother.. Father.. Lucy.. Even Evangeline. Pe--

THUMP!

Apparently, the boy tripped over something.. More like someone. He yelped, falling to the thick snow, before abruptly standing up in embarrassment and shock, coming to find a flawless, beautiful girl: One that took his very breath away...

(ooc: stopping there, due to me being harshly cut off.. i'll just say it's full of suspence! tehe)

The bright, sunny day could be good for your life. Being in fresh air can be quite relaxing, if not invigorating, to a child's mind. The afternoon was young, as the lunch in the Pevensies' bellies still lurked in large chunks. In the lush, green estate's grounds were being set up in a lovely game of Cricket. Evangeline was in the field, waiting for the hit ball to fly over to her. Peter, the pitcher, gallantly skipped about the center of the playing court, holding the ball with his right hand, his deepening voice cheering with narration of the setting. Susan was the catcher, settled right behind Edmund. Lucy, who never really liked Cricket, decided to read a book under the old oak tree.

Everything seemed to be going chipper, up until Edmund decided to spoil everything with his usual 'against the crowd' remark. To be honest, Edmund was never good at Cricket. Peter was a big fan of the sport, like all the other games he and his mates decided to play: Yes, it was Peter the Athlete, Edmund the Witty, Susan the Smart, and Lucy the Sweet.

Hitting a ball isn't too hard, now is it? I think not.. All you do is swing and aim. To Peter's dismay, even Edmund couldn't do that silly little task. Up the ball flew, hurling into the sky, then curling towards the right. Before the children knew what hit them, the ball struck itself through a carefully detailed window in the third story...

And that, my friends, is when complete chaos occured. Lives would change, opinions would turn over, and a whole new experience would be waiting.

(diary mode)

Well done, Ed! As if things couldn't get any worse, Edmund had to go hit a ball through an antique window.. Lucy laughed quietly, as all little children do: I can't blame her for that. Of course, I was angry at him. Who wouldn't be? Quick enough, the five of us ran into that dismal room, noticing that not only a window broke, but a knight's armor fell as well. Just when I was about to rip my brother's hair out of his scalp, we heard the patting of footsteps in the hallway of the left door. Afraid, we all rushed to the other hall. Yet, still there was those blasted footsteps. At last, we came upon a room, that was unlocked, and contained that wardrobe that Lucy's so obsessed about. And we entered...

You'll never know the amount of wonder and mystery I have already seen beyond that wardrobe, in the mere time of a second.

- Peter

(ooc: sorry, i have to update later. this is just a substitute for now)

Well, we're here.. I must say, it was a rough ride, full of jitters and worried glances. To be honest, I've never stayed at a stranger's home without my mother or father. Mrs. MacReady didn't help at all: What a rude, cold woman Mrs. MacReady is.. Maybe she just doesn't like children? Oh well.. I can't tell people how to live. At least she could be a bit nice to Lucy. She's only eight, and needs her mother..

The house is enormous! The grounds are lush and green, even the shrubs are flawless. Inside, the house isn't really a home, but a castle. It's huge! I assure you, you could get completely lost within each alluring room! Still, I must say, that there's a sense of gloom within these walls, which needs a bit more light.  I haven't even met the professor yet, let alone seen him. For all I know, he could be a she..

Sadly, for such a big house, there isn't too much fun to be had. Susan, Edmund, Evangeline, and Lucy don't look too pleased, which gives me some satisfaction on the matter.. Maybe it'll get better, but for now, all I can do is hope that the trip will go faster than ever.

- Peter

(FANFIC MODE)...............

The gray skies above stuck over the estate grounds like a ghost, haunting the very souls of the Pevensie children. Tears from the heavens fell down to the ground, hitting the large window with anger, torment, and frustration. What a gloomy day this was.. everyone knew it. The study wasn't helping at all, due to the dimly lit space: Candles were melting away, swimming in their own wax. Lucy was standing next to one, watching as the wax dripped down from the flame's magnificent power, a curious smile stretched out across her baby face. Edmund was laying under a chair, picking at the wood with his fingernail. Susan was sitting on the plush couch, flipping through the pages of a large dictionary, appearing half asleep.. Who could blame her? Evie, being the typical girl that shockingly, said nothing. Her delicate head, accented by those chocolate brown locks of hair was placed on a throwpillow.. Peter glanced at her, not being able to throw a remark or glare. She wasn't doing anything wrong.. just resting like a bored person should.

"Gastrovascular. Come on, Peter.. Gastrovascular." Susan's sophisticated voice piped up, her eye stuck on a word in the 'G' section.

Peter glanced over at his younger sister, a small smile growing upon his maturing features. He could tell that Miss Pevensie was trying very hard to get this day rolling.. but to no attempt. At last, he decided to give it a try. "Is it Latin?" The boy shrugged slightly, shifting his position on the couch.

Susan nodded, and responded in a monotone, "Yes".

The scratching sounds of Edmund's work halted for a moment, as the dark haired boy sat up, adjusting his sweater and glaring to the core of nothingness.. "Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?"

Peter stiffed a laugh, holding it in for Susan's sake, and smirked. Susan glared over at the two boys, shutting the large dictionary with a slam. That very instant, with the slam echoing in the air, Lucy's mischevious, large mirrors popped away from that oh-so-interesting candle, and up to the group. White tight covered legs skipped over to her older brother, as an idea flickered within her.

"Peter, can we play hide and seek?" Excited, pleading vocals tuned in a happy manner, as the tiniest Pevensie tugged on her brother's arm. Edmund rolled his eyes with utter annoyance, crossed his arms, and turned a heel on Lucy.

Peter's eyes widened, trying to resist.. Without smiling, a hint of sarcastic words hit his mouth, coming out into the open towards Lucy. "But we're already having so much fun.." Sea blue eyes looked over at Susan, who gave a slight smile.

Still, persistent Lucy tugged harder on his arm, now starting to whine with that adorable, puppy face. How is it whenever a child doesn't get what they want, their cleverness turns to outdo the human mind? Causing the person to give in?

"Peter pleeeeaaaassee?" she begged, her bottom lip curling out.

Peter smiled warmly with an amused twinkle in his eye. Without a response, Peter stood up, walked over to the wall, put his arm on it, then put his forehead against it, closed his eyes, and.. Started counting.

"One.. two.. three.. four" Of course, Peter couldn't see anything but the insides of his eyelid. He could hear feet padding, and a monotone sigh from the obvious, Edmund, before complete silence. "Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty six..." It would take a long time to find everyone, wouldn't it? "Forty-nine.. fifty.." Who knew that counting to a hundred would take so long? "Ninety-eight.. ninety-nine.. one hundred!" His eyes snapped open, as his body was let loose to the empty study. "Ready or not, here I come!"

The male's tall, broad body walked through the doorway, into the hall.. Honestly, Peter didn't enjoy hide-and-seek. But this was all for Lucy, and for Susan, even Evie, to put it lightly. Edmund could enjoy it, that is, if he tried..

Then, all of a sudden, a cry came from an upstairs hallway. It was muffled, and it sounded like Lucy's voice. With a sly smirk, Peter jogged up to where the voice was, and as he went nearer to the place, he heard Edmund and Lucy.

"Um.. Lucy, part of hide and seek is where you hide.."

Lucy became confused. "But.. I was gone for hours."

Susan and Evie came in, Evie smirking at Peter. "You must be the dumbest seeker I know.."

Peter glared at Evie with distaste. "Seems like Lucy doesn't want to play.. If you just have to know."

Lucy went on, rambling about this place called 'Narnia'. All Peter could do was look at her with frustration, and exchange glances with Susan.

"That's enough, Lucy.."  Susan piped up after moments of listening to Lucy. A sympathetic look was given to her, with a pat on the back. "It isn't funny anymore."

Lucy looked up with fear in her eyes. "You.. you don't believe me?"

Susan hesitated for a second, glancing back at Evie and Peter. "It's.. It's hard to."

Edmund smiled, entertained with the whole ordeal. "I believe her."

Peter shot a glare at his younger brother, warning him not to say anything.

"You do?" Lu asked, as a shine of hope glimpsed through the cracks. Such an innocent child Lucy Pevensie was, such heartbreak it would be to see her cry every now and then.

Edmund looked to Peter, mocking Lucy.. "Didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard?" Ed laughed, as Lucy started breaking down in tears. The three older children looked at Edmund with pure disgust.. How dare he? Lucy ran out of the hallway, bawling. Susan and Evie ran after her, in hopes of comfort. But Peter, Peter had a bone to pick with his 'dear' brother.

"Ed.. You're so SELFISH! Why can't you just learn to GROW UP?"

--------- (diary mode)

Well, I feel horrible. Edmund has really done it this time! I met the professor, but not on a good basis, I suppose. Maybe he thinks I'm a horrible brother? Nobody can understand how much I detest Edmund right now.. If only he left for good.

-Peter

(ooc: not very good, but i needed to update)

(fanfic mode)

Short, sunkissed blonde strands of hair fell from the tall youth's throbbing head, getting in the way of his sea blue gaze. The ticket he held in his hand wasn't worth being proud over. By all means, it was hard calling that nametag a ticket. Tickets were, at least, in Peter's mind, for adventure seekers, given to them at their own request. But these? It was nothing but a prison marker, a piece of paper attatched to a string and tied around his neck. Fingers rubbed the soft, paper material, with an inward look of complete disgust and hatred. Why was the world ending so soon? Now it was all on his shoulders: everything, from taking care of his family, to having nobody take care of him. In the cold, harsh reality of it all, Peter Pevensie was still only a child. Lucy had people to take care of her, Edmund too, and even Susan.. Susan had Peter. Who did Peter have? Not one single person to look out for him during this journey.. It was time, at last, for the little boy from Finchley to grow up for good.

The ocean of people surrounding the Pevensie family was enormous: Still, Peter continued to glance back at his mother, who was firmly behind them all. The best she could do was smile, almost in an apologetic way. With every look he gave her, confidence diminished a bit, and a sinking feeling tumbled down to his firm stomach. He wouldn't know when they would be seeing her again, in all aspects. With every step he took, the male's head felt lighter and lighter: Of course, he wouldn't dare faint, but his legs told him otherwise.

Peter glimpsed over at Susan, who's arm was entwined with Evie's. Her eyes, glossy and large, were weary and frightened.. How she tried to suck it all in, keep it all locked up inside. Peter was proud of having her as a sister... Her bravery couldn't be counted! A soft smile played upon his bowtie lips, relieved that he wasn't too alone during this predicament.

"Be good to your caretakers, dears.." The trembling, loud vocals of Mrs. Pevensie called to her children. "I love you all.." The woman kneeled down to Lucy's height, releasing a kiss on the child's rosy cheek. "Are you cold, darling?"

Lucy smiled, showing her pearly whites, and shook her head gallantly. "No, mum.. I'm fine."

Mrs. Pevensie beamed at her youngest daughter, gave her one last hug, and wiped the tears forming just beneath her eyes. She then turned to Susan, standing up at her full height, and wrapped her up with open arms. It was there, in that moment, where time stopped.. Susan was crying. Mum was crying too. Peter could even see the large tears trickle down their burning red cheeks as they embraced each other.

"My Susan.." she whispered. Susan clutched onto her mother's jacket, as if glued to her very being. When Mrs. Pevensie released her, she gave a small kiss to her ravishing daugher's forehead. "Come now, it won't be long until we all meet again.." Susan nodded glumly, biting her plump bottom lip as her heels turned away, facing the direction of the entrance to that dreadful train.

It was then, when that kind British lady went to Edmund.. She loved him so, despite what he thought. "Edmund, I'll be thinking about you." Her hoarse voice whispered, as she rested her head ontop of his head. All Edmund could do was nod, inhaling the sweet, flowery scent of his dear mother.

And finally, it was Peter's turn to bid farewell to his number one adult in the entire planet.. Goodbyes are never easy, mind you. His throat became sore, unable to swallow the spare saliva he owned in his mouth. Have you ever felt your heart beating too unevenly? Almost painfully? Of course you have! But .. that couldn't even come close to the feeling the Pevensie offspring owned.

"Goodbye, Mum.." He tried so hard not to make his voice crack, but somehow it all came out in a sea of different pitched vocals. Mrs. Pevensie placed a hand on her boy's shoulder with a light of comfort.

"Look after the children, my brave boy. You're the head of the house now.." Another smile. That smile caused Peter to break down.. A stray tear rolled down his face, over his nose. Quickly, he placed down his left hand's luggage and wiped it away. His back straightened stiffly, as he held in his breath, and nodded. Mrs. Pevensie stroked his hair, with a last kiss on his cheek. At last, the Pevensies were rid of their mother..  Evie waved back at Mrs. Pevensie, before rolling her thin arm into Susan's, almost like a chain of friendship. Susan was so lucky to have a friend during this trip..

The five children started walking briskly to the train's steps, awkwardly carrying their luggages. With a strong swing, Peter placed one of his three bags over his shoulder, the one with a strap. He packed light, considering the circumstances, like all the others. It was hard enough walking through a crowd with heavy luggage, why make it harder when you bring more?

"If Dad was here, he surely wouldn't be sending us away.." Edmund muttered under his breath, spatting at the walkway beneath his feet.

Peter's eyes rolled. "Dad isn't here, Ed, now is he? If Dad was here, there would be no war.." Words snapped, filled with utter annoyance. Why would Edmund be so foolish?

Lucy's pale little hand grabbed hold of Peter's free one. Fingers intertwined, locking securely. He was sure that Lucy would be safe.. always. It was his duty, as a friend, as a brother, to take care of her. His eyes glanced down at his sister, noticing that awful look a child gives when sad.. Like she'd never be cheerful again. Still walking, the boy bent down toward's Lucy's face with reassurance.

"Hey.. Hey.. It's going to be fine, Lu. It'll all be fine.."

What a good little actor Peter is. Within an instant, he entered the train, leading his group to a somewhat empty room. Two children were there: a boy, and a girl, both young. The boy seemed to be Lucy's age, the girl a bit older. He smiled slightly, although it quickly faded, and stacked his suitcases up on the shelf. This was going to be a long ride..

hello, i'm peter pevensie. i'm sixteen years old, i have one brother (edmund..) and two sisters (susan and sweet lucy), and i've grown up in one single town for my entire life. and now, it's all going to change. no, i don't mean a 'freewill' change, for that matter.. or even a 'things are looking up' change.. mother's sending us to the countryside for one reason: to escape the war crawling in around us. we barely have any protection as it is in our home.. i can understand where mum's coming from, you know. she cares about us all dearly. we can only respect her wishes, and go off with a bunch of others to live in complete safety. the problem is that we don't even know our new 'caretaker'.. susan's trying to be strong, as usual, as our days grow thinner and thinner until we leave our city. to be honest, for a sister, she isn't so bad.. she's more like a friend, than anything else. edmund's being a pest, as usual.. why does he have to be so rude? all he thinks about is himself! he's an immature, selfish little brat, who never thinks before he acts. i try to help him, i really care about him, but out of all my siblings, he is the one who bugs me the most.

enough about edmund. i have enough troubles on my mind, so why bother talking about him? lucy's the youngest of the pevensie children: eight. and for an eight year old, i think lucy's the most honest, imaginitive kid i know: i'm proud to call her my sister.. but she doesn't comprehend what's happening. last night, when we heard bombings near our house and had to evacuate to our safety house, she first began to know that she was in trouble... you could see the fear in her eyes, and i didn't like it.

apparently, a lot of other children we know are leaving too: evangeline cleary is one of them.. a family friend. some family friend she is! for years, susan and cleary have been the 'best of friends'.. why does she hate me so much? she is so annoying.. just like the girl version of edmund (except not that rude to everyone). i don't see what susan, lucy, or mum finds in her. to be honest, some of my friends don't like her all too well either. apparently, she's signed up with us. just peachy.

mum told me to take care of the others, since i'm now the man of the house until dad returns. and i'll do my best.. still, nobody knows how scared i am, myself..

- peter pevensie