Book 1 of 3 - based mostly on the movie though I have indeed read all the books too which means there might be slight influences. Or maybe my own little twists.
Narnia in general does not belong to me but original scenes and ideas obviously do. I al...
You were suddenly engulfed in a hug. "Y/n! We're glad you made it," Mrs. Pevensie gushed before pulling away. "Where's your mother?" But one look to your face gave her the answer and she hugged you again. "Oh Y/n, I'm so sorry."
The air raids had ended a bit of time ago and Mrs. Pevensie had given you a bag for you to go and gather your stuff in from your, now not even there, house. You carefully stepped over the broken pieces of your home, searching for anything that wasn't broken or torn. So far you had only found a few pairs of clothes from the part of your house where your room had been - luckily it wasn't as shattered so you could find your dusty clothes under the pieces.
Honestly, you weren't really waiting to find anything else at this point but you still looked around, not wanting to leave anything behind as you were going to be sent away to the countryside in a few hours. To keep you safe. Of course, the Pevensies would go too, after all, you were now under Mrs. Pevensie's care since, first, she was your godmother, second, it was announced a week ago on the radio that your father had laid down his life for his country.
"My locket!" you gasped suddenly and crouched down, picking up the little silver trinket. It was the first thing you remembered owning and it had a compass inside of it. You slowly caressed your thumb over the sun engraved on it before putting it around your neck carefully.
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After one last glance around the place, you made your way back to the Pevensies', carefully dodging the place where your mother's body should've been to not see the horrid sight.