Travel through Time (Edmund Pevensie)

Chapter 1

I'm almost done packing my things. I have this very large over-the-shoulder bag that basically holds everything. Hmmm, lets see. Non-perishable food, check. Perfume, check. Natural-looking make-up, check. As many articles of clothing as I can, check. My seemingly unimportant "stick", check. Four pairs of shoes for different purposes, check. One very important emblem of my social status, check. Other, cough, products that a young lady like myself will absolutely need, check. I don't planning on stopping that schedule. Besides, the last attractive human male I saw there was...well I'm not sure exactly when. Time is a funny thing.

I have two step-cousins. Their names are Sandra and Darrell. These two are like siblings to me, and all three of us are said to be something quite special. Through our dreams, and past experiences, Aslan has told us we have potential. Not power, but potential. The power would come when we unlocked it through practice. I have the potential to turn into any animal, and I can access the wisdom, bravery, cunning, and loyalty of anybody I know. But only people I know. I can see what their thoughts and decisions would be if they were put in the situation I was in, and what they would do to get out of it. My analysis of the thoughts and would be decisions of those around me takes less than a second, which is very convenient in battle or hostile situations.

Sandra is said to have the potential to control the elements. Not have full access to them, just control them. For example; she can't just yell or something and have a giant boulder or river appear. There ARE individual spirits who look after each element. Sandra interacts with them and calls on their power to create the boulder or river, and bam! She can then make it do whatever she wants.

Darrell's potential is the hardest to control. He has to help Father Time. Although Darrell has to practice to unlock his power, he's still young. He is barely ten, and therefore his potential energy is very strong. It's slowly dwindling, but not enough to make him ineffective. Whenever he's mad or sad, he accidentally creates a Time Warp. Then, anybody who has experience and knows what they're doing, can slip into the holes in the Time Warp and successfully time travel without injuries. (Don't ask.) Darrell can also freeze, speed up, rewind, fast forward, and slow down time. He can change the past by going back, but he can't just stand in front of Father Time's timeline moving things around he wants to change. No, leave that to Father Time, thank you very much.

So that's our little troupe. We are, and always have been, together. In fact, just last week we were partying together again. Well, to be honest, we still are. It had been Sandra's fourteenth birthday! Out of the three of us, I am the oldest. I turned fifteen three months ago, and, like I said, Darrell is just barely ten.

I'm sitting here alone on my bed staring at the bag I had just packed. Did I really want to go back? The last time I went there were barely any Narnians. I practically had to scour the forest for them. The Telmerines had taken over Narnia, and they tried to wipe out the Narnians...which is why it was so hard to find some.

You may be wondering about my voluntary choice to go back. Well, remember the Time Warps? They allow me to travel through time right? Add that to my special place I have in the woods that takes me to Narnia...I can go anywhere in Narnian history. It's quite amazing actually. I was there for all the Golden Ages though...and the dark years...I've done enough explaining. My personal story will come later. Right now I need to start my tale about the last time I was in Narnia. Well, one of the last times.

I triple-checked my bag, making sure I had everything. Time to go. I'm not telling Sandra or Darrell where I'm going. They won't miss me since the time here pauses. Darrell may feel funny for a few days, but oh well. I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder. Narnia, here I come!

I walked down the stairs, flipping my gold hair over my shoulder as I passed a mirror and giving myself an arrogant look. I giggled feeling so conceited. I couldn't help but notice the way my ice blue eyes looked staring haughtily back at me. It..fit somehow. I shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen where my mom was preparing breakfast.

"Clarisse, where are you off to?" She asked, seeing my bag. I ate a few bites before replying.

"I'm just off to see some old friends," ok, not really a lie. With luck I would see them again. But they weren't my friends. However, I do know that Prince Caspian had just turned...19? 20? Around that age, and I looked forward to meeting him.

"Alright. Be back for lunch." And with that, I walked out smiling. Of course I'd be back in time. I'm going to live until I'm 38 in Narnia again and STILL make it back for lunch, with time to spare! The idea made me chuckle as I walked into the looming woods. I grinned at their familiarity, not scared at all. I walked in like I owned them and was returning home. Which, by the way, I kind of was. I imagined the arrogant look on my face again, and I felt a strong desire to take my symbol out of my bag and put it on. Not yet. Not yet.

I kept walking further until I could no longer see any light behind me. I followed my familiar but faint trail to my tree. I looked around and moved the large rock at the base. It revealed a small hole much like one a dwarf would crawl through in Narnia. I got down and forced my self through until I felt the roots open up a bit. I turned and moved the rock back into place. I crawled forward and felt the familiar tunnel start to slope. My least favorite part came as I started tumbling end over end, faster and faster. It finally stopped as I came rolling out of a natural creek drain in the heart of the woods. I smiled to myself. I was back!

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I KNOW SHE SOUNDS CONCEITED AND STUPID AND THIS FIRST CHAPTER REALLY SUCKS ASS, BUT ASK ANYBODY WHO READS PAST THIS POINT: IT GETS WAYYY BETTER. NOT PERFECT, BUT BETTER.

A/N: Sorry for punctuation and all that good stuff. Yes, I know that it is pretty boring so far. And ending it there didn't help. Notice I didn't put the 'I don't own anything' at the beginning of the chapter. Well, here it is: I do not own anything having to do with Narnia. Clarisse is a name. I don't own it. Her powers aren't that original. Same with Sandra and Darrell. Sorry about that. Also sorry because this is a filler/intro. chapter. Sandra and Darrell won't come in until later. Maybe not even in this book. If I get something in the fanfic wrong, please tell me. And I would also like to know how Lilliandil became a star because she's part of this somehow. Well, at least I'd like her to be. C ya soon, Narnians!!!!!!!!! ;)