A Tale of a Lion, a Witch, and a Wardrobe

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Chapter 1: Three Narnia Fans

I hastily threw my books onto my school desk. It had finally stopped raining, and I was eager to go outside and play. "Mama, I'm going outside!" I yelled as I slipped my shoes on.

"Okay, but remember we need to leave soon to go meet your daddy for supper." my mama called as I stepped outside. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then stopped. That didn't smell like normal, outside, fresh air. I opened my eyes to find myself standing in a train station, of all places! I couldn't ever remember a train station anywhere near where I lived. "Hannah?" two voices said at once from either side of me.

I looked down and saw to girls almost the same height, but there the similarities ended. One had brown, thick, messy, and wavy hair and hazel eyes, and the other had blond, thin, and straight hair and blue eyes. "Faith! Rose! What are you two doing here?"

The brunette, Faith, said, "I don't know. What are you doing here?"

"And where is here, anyway?" Rose added.

I said, "I don't know," but as I said it, I heard a boy a little distance away saying, "If Dad were here he wouldn't make us go."

Another responded, "If Dad were here, it would mean the war is over and we wouldn't have to go." I started thinking. I knew that I had heard that conversation before, somewhere. But before I could figure it out, I heard someone say, "All aboard!"

"Do we have tickets?" Rose asked.

"Um, uh," I checked in my pockets. "Yeah." I said, and then muttered, "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder," not realizing that I sounded like a certain kid that ended up turning into a dragon. The three of us got onto the train, when it hit me. "That's where I've heard it before. Wait, that must mean-"

"What?" Faith asked.

"I heard a conversation between two boys while we were on the platform. One said, 'If Dad were here he wouldn't make us go.' The other said, 'If Dad were here, it would mean the war is over and we wouldn't have to go.'"

"Um, okay, and?"

"Don't you two see? That was a conversation between Edmund and Peter in the movie "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe"."

"Okay, back up and freeze." Rose said. "Narnia isn't real, remember, Hannah?"

"I know, but explain 3 things to me, Rosie. 1: Where are we? 2: How did we get here? 3: Where did these clothes and suitcases come from?" For we were in 1940's clothes, not the 2013 clothes that we all put on that morning. "I don't know, but I'm sure there's a logical explanation."

"Are you, Susan?" Faith giggled at my reference. ("I mean, logically, it's impossible.") After a long time, we arrived at the station, at which we were supposed to get off. I gasped as four other children stepped off, too. They rushed down as a car was heard coming our direction. After it passed, however, the oldest boy turned and looked at us. "Oh, hello."

"Hi." I said. I didn't like talking to strangers very much. The boy said, "I'm Peter Pevensie and these are my siblings Susan, Edmund, and Lucy." I cast a side glance at the girls, both of whom looked as pale as paper. "I'm Hannah Shepherd, and these are my cousins Faith McCall and Rose Baker."

Lucy bounded over to my cousins. "How old are you? I'm 8."

"So are we, but we're about to turn 9." Faith said.

"Really?" Upon receiving confirmation nods from both of them, she told them, "Ed's 10, Su's 12, and Pete's 13."

"Hannah's 13, too." They started to talk about little girly things, like dolls and such. Then a horse and buggy drove up. "Mrs. Macready?" Peter said.

"I'm afraid so. Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?"

"No, ma'am. It's just us." Lucy said.

"Small favors." Rose was the first to scramble up into the wagon, followed by Lucy, who was helped by Peter, Faith, whom I helped, Edmund, who refused help in any way, shape or form, Susan, Peter, and me. (Peter offered to help me, but I politely refused. I am quite capable of clambering into a wagon by myself.) As we drove toward the mansion, I felt quite sure that we were in for a lovely time, at least, after the Witch was dealt with.