Forced to move to the countryside as war wrecks across her home, the five Pevensie siblings discover that life is not as straight forward as originally believed.
Dawn Pevensie is the fourth Pevensie child and is keeping a dangerous secret from her...
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That night my dreams were once again filled with those of the tall, dark, mysterious man who appeared only several years older than me. There were images of a large bonfire, I was dancing among many narnians and he was watching me and I then pulled him into a dance. It would then change to training, he held a sword at the ready and so did I, we battled and it was obvious he was very well taught in the art. It changed again, this time I could see Edmund, the man from before and Susan all watching Peter in battle with a strange man, Lucy and I were nowhere in sight. Then another image flooded my vision the man from before stood at my side and took my hand in his, he was saying something but I couldn't make it out. Then it would change for the last time to show a large battle of Narnians against men. And... Aslan Then I woke up.
I had taken Lucy back to the library and I had gotten her to pick out some books. Once we had a few we began reading and if she didn't understand something, which wasn't very likely but happened at times, she would ask me. Eventually we decided to go outside to where Peter, Susan and Edmund were playing cricket. We had ignored them all morning.
Together the two of us sat down and began to read. I, of course, was reading the book about Narnia. Lucy would ask me every now and then what I was reading and I would tell her about it or read out a few lines to her. I loved doing this as I huge smile would light up across her face. We would glance over at our brothers and sister every now and then. Edmund was complaining as always. Suddenly a loud a crash came from the house and Lucy and I looked up sharply to see that Edmund had hit the cricket ball so hard it had flew up and had broken one of the windows.
Lucy and I looked at each other in shock and followed after the others as they all darted inside to assess the damage done inside. We ran through the halls until we finally found the right one. It was pretty obvious this was the right one as a large suit of armor had been knocked over and there was a hole left in the window. "oh, well done, Ed," remarked Peter sarcastically. "You bowled it," retorted Edmund.
We heard Mrs. Macreedy from downstairs, "what on earth is goin' on up there?" I shared a look with Lucy, a look of fear on both our faces. "The Macreedy!" exclaimed Susan. Peter looked around at us quickly before yelling, "come on!" He ran off down a corridor, away from where we heard Mrs Macreedy coming from. We ran as fast as we could through the halls and rooms looking for somewhere to hide. Edmund had gotten into the lead and Peter was now at the back. Edmund stopped and turned to stop all of us. "No, no, back, back, back!" he cried. We did as he said and turned around, we ran up and down several sets of stairs, trying doors at every chance we got.
We could hear Mrs. Macreedy getting closer. Amazingly, we ended up in the corridor where the spare room happened to be. We tried the first door but the same as when playing hide and seek it was locked. We then rushed to the next door, the spare room. It opened and we all piled in. Inside was the wardrobe as expected. Edmund was the one to run towards it, me hot on his heels. He opened the door and turned to the other three who still stood a few paces away from us, nearer to the door. "Come on!" he cried. "You have got to be joking," stated Susan. I rolled my eyes, "just get in!" We all looked up as we heard footsteps coming from outside, this seemed to make them change their minds.
