More Than it Seems

By NarnianAslan

Chapter One

Authoress' Note: I'm having Ideas like mad! So it may be a while before I actually post this… I had gotten the idea from beepingmop's I Was Once Looking From This Window, and a couple of dreams I've had. Okay well just to note- the girl's name is pronounced ih-sawld. I also got the title from Kutless' song More Than it Seems on the music inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soundtrack. So, I suppose I should start the story now.

Your Authoress,

Pippa Johansen

It was an average day for eighteen-year-old Isolde Nolien. She had just gotten to her dormitory when she saw a letter was sitting on her bed along with a note. She picked it up.

Isolde, You received a letter in the post today just as I was heading to lunch. I didn't read it, but it looks important.

- Kimberlyn.

Isolde opened the letter. She'd deal with Kim later. When she opened it, she almost dropped it.

14 September 1946

Dear Isolde,

How are you? It seems like I last saw you an eternity ago. I have limited time here, so I had best get to the point. Oh Isolde, You still believe don't you? Please tell me you do, Isolde, Please. The reason that I am asking is because Su's forgotten. I know she has. Moreover, Peter could not even go to America to help her when she was forgetting. He had to go to Professor Kirke's small home to study for an important exam. Lucy and I still believe, as does Peter. I miss you so much, especially now that Su's forgotten. Please write me back. Write to the address I gave you at Professor Kirke's mansion. If you do not have it, it is the return address, I would write it down, but I hear Mum.

Yours,

Edmund Pevensie

Isolde gasped. Of course she remembered! How could she forget? Before she knew what happened, Isolde was rushed into a flood of memories, names, and people. She had been going to England to stay with Professor Kirke, an old family friend, to further her education.

She had only been there a year, and the Professor was taking in four other children. Isolde wished for America, but she couldn't go back now, it was dangerous enough coming. The memory was so fresh, yet so old. All the same, it was coming back now, there was no stopping it.

XxXxXxXxXxXxX

Thirteen-year-old Isolde Nolien sat in the huge library at the Kirke house. The professor had told her some more children would be coming sometime today, and that she look her best. She certainly did. She had on a black knee-length skirt, gray knee socks, a white long-sleeved blouse, a gray cardigan sweater, and pearl earrings. Her light brown hair was done in curls. She saw Mrs. Macready in approaching the house and headed downstairs. When she reached the main entrance, nobody was there, so she stood there and looked around.

Finally, the doorknob turned, and Mrs. Macready came in lecturing the children, two boys and two girls. When the oldest girl reached out to touch a bust, Mrs. Macready exploded.

"No touching of the historical artifacts!" She said.

Isolde had to suppress a laugh, while the younger boy did the same. The older boy tried not to smile, while the two girls looked very frightened.

Mrs. Macready finished her lecture, and left the children and Isolde alone.

The oldest boy came up to her.

"Hello. I'm Peter Pevensie," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. He looked about sixteen.

"I'm Isolde Nolien," Isolde said, shaking it.

"My name's Lucy," The youngest girl said, she had to have been around eleven.

"And I'm Susan," The older girl said shaking Isolde's hand. She looked about fourteen, maybe fifteen.

Peter glared at his brother.

"I'm Edmund," the boy said grumpily. He looked about thirteen.

"Is Mrs. Macready always like that?" Susan asked.

"Only if you're below thirty, but she's never like that to the professor. He's a nice man and all, but he's crazy."

"Like dangerous crazy?" Susan asked worriedly.

"No, no. He's like an odd sort of crazy. Do you wish to see your rooms?"

"That would be great," Peter said.

So, Isolde led them up to their rooms, and went into her own room, the one that she would now share with Susan and Lucy.

"So," Isolde started, "Where do you come from?"

"Finchley," Susan answered.

"I'm from America, and I moved here a year ago," Isolde told them.

"Why?" Lucy asked.

"So I could, to quote my mother 'further my education' but with the Air Raids and the ship bombings, I've not been able to visit her."

"We were evacuated," Susan said.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Peter entered.

"Look, Isolde, I apologize for our brother's behavior. He's been unmanageable lately."

"It's fine, I was the same way before I moved here."

"You don't seem like you were that way," Lucy started.

"I don't really know what Edmund is like yet, but I was the most ill-behaved girl I know of," Isolde said.

"So what happened?" Susan asked.

"Some strange dreams and talking to the professor. It was odd. I dreamt a lion was talking to me, telling me to behave better, and I told this to the professor, and he must've thought it was real or something. There's something not right with him. As if he knows something we don't."

"That's odd," Peter said, "I've been having dreams of lions lately too."

"As have I, and Lucy said she was too," Susan said.

"I should like to explore tomorrow," Lucy said.

"Is this a fine place for that?" Peter asked Isolde.

"Oh yes, it is. And I can hear you outside of the door, Edmund. You can come in," Isolde said.

The door opened, and Edmund walked in.

"How'd you know I was out there?" he asked.

"I've grown used to this place. I can tell if anyone's listening in."

"Oh," was all that Edmund said.

"Look, let's go to bed. We can explore in the morning," Susan said.

"But it's only…" Edmund started, but Isolde cut him off.

"And if you two boys aren't in your room soon, Mrs. Macready will have a fit when she checks rooms."

So, Edmund and Peter left.

"How'd you do that?" Lucy asked, once they were all in bed.

"I know how he thinks. I told you how rotten I was, he's actually a bit better than me."

"Do let's go to sleep now," Susan said. So they turned off the light and went to sleep.

Authoress' Note: Okay, so The next chapter will take place during the book's hide and seek scene. Or the movie's nighttime scene. Whichever you wish.

Pippa