The Lion, The Witch, and The Guardian

The Pevensies

Hey guys! Liz here. 

So I hope you'll like the story, and if not, that's your choice. This is my first fanfic so give me a chance (please?). Also grammar isn't one of my strong suits, so if you do see a mistake please let me know. I would really appreciate it!

Please don't copy my story. it's not just rude and mean, but it is plagiarism as well.

I do not own any characters from The Chronicles of Narnia due to the fact that I am not C.S. Lewis.

Enjoy!!!

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This is the story of a girl. Without her, the kings and queens of old might've never gotten to Aslan in time, and Narnia would still be a frozen wasteland. This is the story of Emily Clarke.

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I leaned against the seat in the dusty train compartment. The compartment was right in the back of the train, and it was the only empty one, so I immediately put my trunk and satchel in the overhead compartment, chosen a seat by the window, and sat down. I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift around for a bit, before recalling what had happened in the station.

*Steam and fog filled the air. All around me I heard mothers crying over their children, children crying over leaving their families, the piercing train whistle, and the commanding voices of the conductors hurrying people along.

I had almost reached the lady who was excepting the tickets when I tripped over something and fell to the asphalt.

"Oof" I muttered as I had the air knocked out of my lungs.

"Are you alright Miss?" I looked up to see a boy, about my age, 16, looking down at me. Concern filling his blue eyes.

"Yes, thank you" I responded; accepting his outstretched hand. "Just a bit winded, that's all".

"Good, I shouldn't have been so careless with my trunk. My apologies Miss...." The boy trailed off, not knowing my name.

"Emily, Emily Clarke" I stuck my hand out. The boy shook it and opened his mouth to speak, "Peter! Mum's talking to you!" a sharp female said from behind him. I looked over to see a group of four people looking at him accusingly.