Have Faith

The Bombing

[3rd Person POV]

The dark sky was covered in thick clouds when beacons of light shone through them. Large German aircrafts circled the city and with them came blaring sirens. The people below were waiting for it, waiting for the noise that came too often, the noise that made their blood run cold. Then, it came. Bombs rained down upon the city, egging on the fascination of two children; staring out their window. Edmund and Clara Pevensie, both doe-eyed and unable to move, were pulled from their trance when they heard the bedroom door open with a clash.

"Edmund! Clara! Get away from there!". Their Mother yelled.

Clara jumped into action, grabbing her twin brothers' hand to him out the door. The two of them sprinted after their brother and sisters; Susan, Lucy and Peter until they made it to the bomb shelter. Susan had basically ripped open the door and pulled Lucy through it, but just as Clara was about to push Edmund in before her, he wriggled out of her grip.

"Wait Dad!". Edmund yelled over the horrific explosions as he stupidly decided to go back inside the house.

"EDMUND!". Peter and Clara instinctively turned on the spot and the older siblings chased after Edmund; ignoring their Mothers desperate calls.

They followed him into the living room where the siren rung out for a few seconds. Peter shouted something at them, but Clara was only focused on pulling her brothers to the ground. So, she did. In good timing too, because the whole house trembled at the loud explosion that seemed to be right outside the window.

"C'mon you idiot". No sooner than that, Peter had yanked the two of them to their feet; Edmund, now clutching a photo of their army soldier Father in one hand.

The three of them sprinted along the lawn; Edmund in front, then Clara and Peter bringing up the back. Being the fastest on her track team at school, Clara easily caught up with Edmund and jumped inside the shelter first, to catch him. Her Mothers relieved face was the first thing that came into view, so she gave her a reassuring smile and turned back to the entrance, where a red-faced Edmund jumped into her arms. Although Clara wasn't sure whether his face was red from running or because he was crying. An angry Peter soon came in.

"Why can't you care about anyone but yourself? You're so selfish and you could've got us killed". Peter shouted at Edmund and the girl was quick to step in.

"Peter not now!". She scolded her older brother, and everyone looked Edmund's way, he was sobbing and now the reason why he ran back inside was clear.

A photograph of their Father.

"Why can't you just do as your told?". Peter questioned.

Clara wrapped her arms tighter around the boy and Peter grumpily slammed the door shut, leaving the family in total darkness.

[Clara's POV]

It was agreed a few days ago that the five of us would go live in the country for a few weeks with our family friend Digory Kirke. So, that's why the my siblings, mother and I, stood in the middle of a bustling train station, where hundreds of children like myself, would be evacuated. Mum was kneeling in front of Lucy while I scanned the area. As much as I hate to admit it, ever since the close shave with Edmund and Peter, I've been on edge.

"You need to keep this on darling. All right?". Mum carefully attached a name tag to Lucy's satchel. "You warm enough? Good girl". Lucy looked ready to burst into tears, so Susan; my older sister, gripped her hand comfortingly.

"Dad wouldn't make us go". Edmund complained loudly.

"If Dad were here, it'd mean the war was over". Peter snapped back, earning a glare from me.