❝You like my sister?❞ ❝Nah, man. I don't have time for girls, you know? Baseball is my life, that's really all that matters to me at the moment.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ (Based in 2015 instead of 1960's) 　A/N: beware! i wrote this during my early teenage years - it's very cringy at a lot of points. please refrain from reading if you can't refrain from leaving rude comments. thank you! 　　　　▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ All Rights Reserved (aside from The Sandlot and its original characters) » NotMakayla HIGHEST RANK: #87 in fanfiction !! #1 in summer

Fauns dancing around fires. Griffins soaring high. Unicorns galloping across wide fields and centaurs battling giants. These are things Amelia Cromwell sees every day. She doesn't know how they happen or why she sees them but every time she looks through a rain covered window or at a patterned wall, they're there. Does she feel crazy and odd about these sensational images? Absolutely. It feels like something is missing in her life, but what? Now that her father has gone off to war she has to stay at the beautifully empty mansion of Professor Kirke. When four siblings arrive at the mansion, Amelia's life is thrown upside down. With an irritable boy, an emotional little girl and two protective older siblings, life could not have suddenly become more complicated. Throw a mystical land and magical creatures into the mix, and the result is confusion, anger, hope and love. Edmund Pevensie seems ready to grind Amelia into a million pieces, but when she is his only comfort and last hope in a land where nothing is familiar, could love bloom in the depths of his shadowed heart? ****************** "Yes. I'm not ready to die yet. There's still so much I have to do..." "Like what?" He sighed, "I've always wanted to sign up for the army - to help us win the war so that other children don't have to be separated from their parents like we were. I need to see my dad again, make sure he's okay and not dead with a bullet in his chest. I have to... apologize to Peter for being a complete arsehole of a brother. I have to tell Susan that I'm really thankful for her making sure I'm okay, even when I was so rude to her. I have to tell Lucy that despite all the problems we had as brother and sister, I love her... I love all of them... more than they know..." Amelia heard a single sniffle as he tried to wipe away the tears at his eyes by rubbing his head against the fabric on his shoulder. "We'll get out of here, Ed, you'll be able to tell them all. I'll make sure of it."

1000 years ago, the Kings and Queens of old stood at Cair Paravel... A loud sound alerted me outside. I quickly closed my book to rush out and meet Trumpkin with a sword in his hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope. A young girl left outside a tree to be raised by two moody dwarves and a kind badger. She's read about the legends of the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve since she can remember. When a strange man blows one of the Queens horn and a member of her family is taken. She no longer knows what to believe. Follow the story of Hope and she finds something she never thought she could. All copyrights go to C.S Lewis except Hope.

*Under Editing* <-- S l o w l y "It Feels Like Your Screaming And No one Can Hear. You Almost Feel Ashamed That Someone Could Be That Important, That Without Them, you Feel Like Nothing. No one Will Ever Understand How Much It Hurts. You Feel Hopeless, Like Nothing Can Save You. And When Its over, and It's Gone, You Almost Wish That You Could Have All That Bad Stuff Back, So That You Could Have The Good." •*•*•*•*•*• The Devil Is Real, And He Isn't A Little Man With RED Horns And A TAIL. He Can Be Beautiful Because He's A FALLEN Angel And He Used To Be Gods FAVOURITE.