Mundum Relinquentes

Chapter 1

A/N: Don't blame me. It was the sewing machine's fault. It's always the sewing machine's fault.

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- kali

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23-year-old Queen Lucy the Valiant of the Glistening Eastern Sea rode along on her brown horse. She was tracking the White Stag alone, as her fellow monarchs and siblings had treaties to compose and parties to plan. She was enjoying the quiet when she saw a most unusual tree. It was short, made out of metal, and had a light at the top.

"What's this?" she asked as she approached. Lucy suddenly remembered a snippet of conversation from long ago.

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"...far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and have tea with me?"

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"Spare Oom?" Lucy questioned. She dismounted and came closer to the strange tree. Beyond it, there were woolen coats. Some sort of magic seemed to have caught Lucy, reeling her in like a fish on a fishing hook. I don't...I don't want to go! At the very least I don't...I don't think I do?

But as they say, curiosity killed the cat. Or, in this case, Lucy's innocence and ability to forgive or trust.

Lucy approached the woolen coats. She stepped inside the rows of coats and then suddenly gasped. She was nine years old again. Why am I in this body again? She turned around. Lucy could no longer see the forests of Narnia. All that was left was solid wood. "No! Susan! Peter! Edmund!" Lucy sank to the wardrobe floor, body shaking with sobs.

The wardrobe door slowly creaked open, and the Professor peered in. "What's going on?" He then noticed the crying Lucy, whispering for her siblings. "Ah, I see. Come now, dear. It can't be helped. Your time must've been up."

"Professor? You've been to Narnia?"

"I'm afraid so."

"What about my siblings? Peter? Susan? Edmund? What will people think?" Lucy questioned.

"About that...come out of the wardrobe and we'll talk."

Lucy hesitated, then slowly got up and stepped out of the wardrobe. She looked up at the Professor, a question in her eyes. "I'm afraid that your siblings...there's no easy way to say this...but they are dead in this world. Only Friends of Narnia will be able to know and remember that they are currently in Narnia."

"They're gone? They left me? What will happen to me?"

"I'm terribly sorry, dear, but there is good news and more bad news. The good news is that the war is over. However the bad news is that I got a letter, and I'm afraid your parents, both your mother and father, are dead."

"W-what? How?"

"Your father was killed in the war and your mother's neighborhood was hit by a bomb while she was not in her shelter," the Professor reluctantly explained.

"Where will I go?"

"I do not know."

"Can't I stay with you?"

"I'm afraid I have no room. I have sold the mansion. The buyer is coming in 2 days. My housekeeper will help you pack," he said.

"Where will I go?"

"You have been put into the foster system."

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Lucy stared at a brick house, clutching her small bag. It had three stories with a wrap-around porch and white trim. She walked up to the door and slowly knocked. The door opened and she was led inside.