This is just a collection of Narnian imagines ranging from imagines to preferences. Mostly going to be Edmund Pevensie. Some Peter and some Caspian imagines too. Enjoy!
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Imagine: (y/n)'s parents die due to an earthquake and she must move in with her friends, The Pevensies. However, when World War II begins to get dangerous, they are relocated to Professor Kirke's home in the country. While there, Edmund and (y/n) see Lucy go into the wardrobe and decide to follow her. (in this story (y/n) will be 12 and Edmund will be 13, although he is 10 in the book)
Altruistic: selfless concern for the well-being of others; unselfish __________________
I was only twelve when I lost my parents, (y/m/n) & (y/d/n). The Pevensies, our long time family friends took me in and I was to be fostered by them until I was old enough to live on my own. It was early Spring 1940 then. When Summer came, World War II began to be a real threat in London.
After one particular night when the bombs were loud and threatening all of our safety, Mrs. Pevensie had sworn she would send us somewhere safe. She came through on her promise the next morning when she loaded all of us into a train car to be shipped to the countryside home of her "uncle's son's wife's cousin's uncle's friend" as Edmund joked.
None of us knew Professor Kirke, but we assumed he was a nice young man. After hours on the train, we arrived at a small wooden platform. We walked for only a few moments before reaching the magnificent house. Peter knocked on the door and we were greeted by an older woman. She smiled at us and escorted us to our bedroom.
At one point Susan had attempted to touch an artifact and the woman had screamed at her. It was obvious after that moment that this would be a strict household. It wasn't even a full five minutes the woman had left us alone that Peter and Susan began fighting.
I sat down on the edge of my bed and watched them. Susan groaned about leaving her books behind at home while Peter complained about being separated from his girlfriend, Velma Lysander. They never stopped complaining for the rest of our visit.
I don't recall most of the trip besides that fateful evening that began our lifelong adventure. It was very late one evening when I heard Lucy's small footsteps creak down the hallway. I rolled back over, figuring she would go to the restroom and then return. But a short while later, a hand slightly shook my shoulder. I turned and saw Edmund peering down at me.
"Is Lucy alright?" He asked.
"Jesus Ed, I'm sure she went to the restroom or something," I replied, sitting up now.
"But she never gets up at night." Edmund furrowed his brow.
