Hello everyone, and welcome to Narnia! This story just so happens to be written by two authors: MistroStrings ( www. fanfiction u/ 1754390/ MistroStrings) (just remove the spaces to see her profile) and MisticLight. This chapter is being written by me, MisticLight. So I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to write a review!

Lets the adventure begin,

~MisticLight

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"Just pick out a book, Annette." Margaret cried out with impatience. Her friend, Annette, had already circled around the bookstore four times in search of a book to read on the train ride to school. The thing that troubled Margaret the most was how Annette would reach for the exact same book every time, but pull her hand back at the last second. She just wished her friend had remembered to pack something to read.

Once again, Annette reached for the dark green cover with the red lion on it. "I don't know… does this look good?" The book had no title on it, but something about it was intriguing. It was almost as if the book were calling to her.

Margaret shrugged in response. How could she know?

Annette's green eyes examined the lion for quite some time before heading for the cashier. "Finally." Margaret sighed. "Now we can leave." Although Margaret appeared to be annoyed with the little bookshop, she was actually quite content with it. She loved how the shop looked slightly outdated and had the feel of being in olden times. Honestly, she wouldn't mind spending a few more hours in the tiny store. However, she also wanted to get a good seat on the train.

"Oh, hush up." Annette said to Margaret as she paid for the book. "I want a good seat as much as you do, but I'd rather not die of boredom before even attending a class." Margaret smiled, causing Annette to chuckle. "Now let's get out of here."

The two girls carefully crossed the street, trying their best to avoid the many cars passing by. They weren't about to get hit like the little girl slightly ahead of them almost had.

"It's a good thing we'll be in the same dorm." Annette said as soon as they were safely across the street. "Otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to survive for very long."

"Oh, you would've been fine." Margaret replied with a reassuring pat to her friends back.

Annette rolled her eyes. She was about to protest when children's shouting exploded from inside the train station. The friends exchanged concern looks before running inside to investigate the commotion.

Margaret and Annette pushed themselves through the mob of students repeatedly shouting, "Fight!" The attraction to this chant laid at the bottom of the stairs. There was a boy with blonde hair, about Annette's age, fighting three other older boys. An unfair advantage.

The two friends were not like one of those immature children who cried "Fight!" when they saw a public brawl. Instead, the two girls watched in silence, slightly annoyed with how no one was acting their age.

"Oh, this is stupid." Margaret exclaimed, "What on earth is going on?" As soon as the words left her mouth, a boy with dark brown hair, appearing to be about Margaret's age, brushed passed her.

"Edmund!" A little girl next Margaret exclaimed as the boy joined in the fight, losing his hat in the process. Instead of being annoyed that someone had pushed her, like Annette thought Margaret would be, she was surprisingly silent. In fact, she didn't even move. Annette smiled to herself.

Surprisingly, the dark haired boy apparently named Edmund, fought extremely well. Annette had expected him to be the lesser fighter, but in all actuality he was doing better than the older one. Margaret suddenly turned towards her. "Do you suppose they're brothers?"

Annette shrugged. They looked similar, but one can never tell. Sometimes people mistake Annette and Margaret for being sisters. It's actually funny considering Annette has brown hair and green eyes while Margaret has blonde hair and blue eyes. They didn't look similar at all, really. It was their strong bond that made the two friends appear like sisters.

The only worrisome part, for Annette at least, was when two of the boys teamed up to fight the blonde. They pushed him until his head was dangling over the train tracks. Edmund and an opponent were almost equally matched, but Edmund was able to push him aside to go and help his friend. He was attempting to pry someone off when a sharp, sudden whistle filled the station.

That was everyone's cue to leave. Annette took a few steps up the stairs, but Margaret didn't follow. Instead, she went in the opposite direction and grabbed Edmund's hat. She didn't want it to get trampled!

Annette raced down the steps and grabbed Margaret's arm. "What do you think you're doing?"

Margaret didn't say anything. Not wanting to get caught by the older gentlemen, Annette pulled her friend back up the stairs. Margaret was still clutching the boy's hat as the two weaved their way through the scurrying children.

As soon as Annette was sure that they were safe, she turned to Margaret. "You know you're going to have to return that."

"Oh," Margaret smiled. "I know."

Annette shook her head as Margaret headed back to where the fight had just occurred. She followed behind, making sure the older gentlemen were done separating the boys apart. There was no way she wanted to be wrapped up in that.

"Peter," Edmund asked the blond haired boy, scrutinizing the floor. "Did you see where my hat went off to?"

The older boy, Peter, looked up from whatever he was doing just in time to spot the approaching girls. He scowled when he saw Margaret. "She has it."

Annette glared at Peter; she did not appreciate his angered look. Margaret, on the other hand, ignored him entirely. She had other things on her mind at the moment and would rather not have some upperclassman damper her mood.

"I believe this is yours?" Margaret said, handing the hat to Edmund.

"Ah, yes. Thank you." The boy sighed, taking the hat and placing it on his head. He then stuck his hand out. "I'm Edmund, by the way."

"Margaret." She chirped before shaking his hand. "And the girl back there is my friend, Annette." Margaret nodded towards Annette, who greeted with a friendly smile.

"Well, isn't this just swell." Peter mocked. "But we don't need any help from the likes of you."

Annette raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Thieves." Peter spat, advancing towards her. "Stealing a hat just to give it back seems out of propriety, doesn't it?" Annette stood her ground. She wasn't about to be scared off by some stupid, ill-tempered boy.

"Come on, Pete. Stop being rude. They were only trying to help!" Edmund chimed in before Annette and Peter could start arguing.

"Last time I checked," Peter said without losing eye contact with Annette. "Stealing wasn't helping."

Annette stared him down, not really liking the boy or his attitude. "And last time I checked, accusing someone of stealing isn't the proper way to thank them." The two glared at each other until Peter finally turned away. Annette smiled at her victory.

"Sorry about my brother," Edmund apologized with a guilty smile. "He's just a little upset about the fight. I promise he's not always like this."

Margaret jumped in before Annette could answer, "That's alright. There's really no need to apologize." From behind, Annette rolled her eyes. There certainly was need to apologize! … Just not from Edmund.

"Well, I think it's time for us to go." She eventually said, guiding Margaret away from Edmund.

"See you later." He smiled, waving to the girls before picking up a suitcase lying next to him.

"It was a pleasure meeting you." Margaret said, her blue eyes sparkling.

The two girls walked through the station in a contented silence until Annette found a bench. They claimed the seat by placing their suitcases on the sides and sitting directly in the middle of it. Once situated, Annette smiled over at Margaret. "Well that was certainly interesting."

"Oh, knock it off. I was only being friendly." Margaret disputed with a cross of her arms.

Annette pulled out her new book and nudged Margaret's shoulder. "A little too friendly." She loudly laughed, continuing to do so even though her best friend refused to join in. For once Annette didn't mind laughing alone; she was happy for her.

"Shut up and read your stupid book." Margaret shushed Annette with a wave of her hand. Her friend stifled her giggles and opened to the first page. The two were silent as she read and Margaret pouted beside her. That is, until Margaret got sick of the silence. She suddenly turned to Annette, desperately grasping her arm. "Read to me?"

Annette sighed at her childlike friend but started to read her new book aloud nonetheless. As Annette's voice entered through Margaret's ears, she looked to the picture on page two. There was a very detailed forest sketched onto the page and Margaret was completely absorbed in it.

But, then she noticed something peculiar…