Wanderlust. (Narnia-Edmund Pevensie Love Story)

Chapter One.

"What happens next?!" I eagerly asked my mother, nearly leaping out of bed. Although she was already tucking me in my sheets.

"Sshh, I'll tell you in the morning." She murmured and smiled at me.

"But that's so far away," I whined. "Tell me, mother. Does she save the kingdom?"

"Well," she started. "She defeated the evil Queen of Charn with the help of her friend."

"Then what?"

"Then they go back to London and stay life long friends." She said in a disappointed tone.

"Did they not get married?" I ask. "After all they were in love..."

Mother thought for a moment before shaking her head and covering me with the duvet.
"Amelia, darling. It's time for bed." She kissed my forehead before turning out the lamp.

"Good Night Mum."

"Good Night; Sweet dreams." She whispered before proceeding towards her room.

•••

The whole room started to shake and I shot up from bed, absolutely terrified. "Mum!" I yelled frantically. Before I knew it my mother burst through the door in her night gown, whisking me away.

My whole body trembled, I couldn't stop shaking as we made it outside away from the air raids into the safe house under the ground. Mum clutched onto me tight as I held on for dear life.

The sound of bombs dropping was so vivid, it was hard to think straight. War was getting worse by the day and it was obvious I'd be evacuated into the countryside sooner or later.

"Mother," I whimpered into her chest.

"Sshh it's okay, sweet heart. We will all be okay." She brushed my hair back and rocked me back and forward in her arms. A tear rolled off her cheek and landed on my freezing cold hand.

The worse thing of all was knowing my mother was hurting. She was a strong, admirable woman but like any other person she had her weaknesses and this was one. We had already lost Dad and tomorrow she'd have to let go of me as well.

•••

Frowning, I puffed air out of my cheeks. I was angry and frustrated. This stupid war was tearing me and my family apart. First my father and now I was being sent away to the boring country. None of it was fair.

I wanted to cry yet I didn't shed a tear. Not yet. Mother couldn't see me like this. Strong. Right now I was anything but. A pool of bodies swam around the train station, mothers saying their final goodbyes to their children.

The sight was heartbreaking and it took so much will power not to break down like I did last night into mum's chest.

"That's my girl," Mother smiled, lifting my chin a little and sweeping hair behind my ear. She had just done tying a tag to my coat. "You will be a good girl, won't you?"

I nodded. "Of course."

She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. Sniffling and tears brimming her eyes once she pulled away. "My Princess," she whispered.

Princess. It's all she ever calls me. However I never really think about it, a nickname that's all it is. If I really were a true Princess I'd be in a castle not the countryside.

A whistle blew, signalling the last call for people boarding the train. Mother reassured
me and promised we'd be together again soon.

"Go along now," She said, softly, a slight smile tugging at the end of her lips as she handed me my bags. Before I knew it I was being whisked away towards the train.

"May I have your ticket please?" A woman in uniform asked me.

"Oh, uhm. Yes." I scurried through my bag and handed her my boarding pass.

"Hey, get off!" I heard a boy puff. "I know how to get on a train myself." He shoved me into the woman. "Get of me!"

I groaned and looked up at the boy. He was around my age and quite handsome. "Your ought to watch where your going." I complained.

He rolled his eyes and I did the same, puffing my cheeks and proceeding towards the train.
Once I boarded the train, I was placed in a carriage with four very similar looking children.

The train huffed and puffed and I ran to the closest window to catch a final glimpse of my mother. Within seconds of searching, I met my mothers gaze. She waved "Bye, my Princess."
I waved as much as I could until the train was much too far away and her body was no longer visible.

Sighing, I turned around and analysed my carriage companions. Splendid. One of them being the extremely ignorant, insolent boy that very boldly bumped into me.

Deep in thought, I hadn't noticed I was staring at the four children. "Hello, would you like to sit?" The oldest one spoke up, smiling softly. I returned it, nodding. A very pretty girl helped me, taking my luggage and sitting me down.

"I'm Susan Pevensie, these are my brothers; Peter and Edmund." She gestured at the tall one and the nervy boy. I smiled at both boys, though I was quite annoyed at the one that shoved me.

Mama said to always "Be Kind," Even when others aren't, because behind every person is a story. There must be some sort of logical explanation to why Edmund is the way he is.

"This is our little sister, Lucy." Peter introduced the youngest Pevensie. The pretty petite girl grinned. Both sisters were stunning as were their brothers.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," I shook Lucy's tiny hand. "Amelia Burton," I looked up to introduce myself to all of them. Only to find they were already grinning at me except for Edmund who was scoffing.

Ignoring him, I smiled expressing my joy to meet such lovely people. I think I won't mind this trip so much after all. Maybe it won't be as awful as I anticipated.

•••

The train ride was fairly fun; I had lost track of time. I go to know the Pevensies in what felt like such short amount of time, when really it had been hours. All four of them had such vast admirable ambitions; Susan especially as she had such deluxe desires.

An abrupt stop was made by the train. Almost every child was gone and it seemed that only the Pevensies and I were left behind. No one made a sound as we were all so sure this was it, our destination. Grabbing my luggage and walking through the train, towards the exit.