Amelia Kirke, an ingenous teenager lives with the Professor Diggory Kirke in north England, 1940. Due to air raids in London four siblings are forced to live in the manor in which Amelia resides. Together the five children embark on a wonderous journey inside a wardrobe which hides a magical world called... Narnia

After nearly two years from their beloved home, Amelia and the Pevensie's reunite and return to Narnia. Only to find that 1300 years had passed and Telmarines have invaded their precious home. A new prophecy and the awakening of new beginnings are yet to be foretold. The bonds between allies and foes will be tested. Hope and trust will be shattered. But in the end, whose heart is going to be broken?

"Oh. Milady Ashton, are you going to the ball for King Peter." The young centaur shyly asked Ashton. Ashton crouched down next to her, meeting her eye level with a friendly smile, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, little one." "You know... The ball thing... Mommy told me it was the King's opportunity to woo a lady of Narnia." She explains with her limited vocabulary and a small lisp. "A courting ball?" Ben asks the little one. "That's it!" She exclaims, "Are you going?" "I guess we will see, we haven't been back to the castle since the war," Ashton tells the five-year-old, sugarcoating her response to avoid disappointing the child. "Ohh." She nodded before leaning down to Ash to whisper in her ear, "My father told me stories from the war, of course not the stories with too much fighting, but he mentioned the greatness of the prophesied. You were always my favorite." She giggles. Ash didn't know what to say as the little centaur bounced away. She stood from the party, needing a minute outside. Edmund followed her after her, wanting to help his dear friend with the news. "Ash, I'm sure there's an explanation." "Yes, a simple one Ed. I left. Your brother owes me nothing. It is his choice. If he wants every spoiled, perfect, primitive, self-centered princess within a hundred miles lining up at his feet. That is his choice and does not concern me." Ashton admits, more negatively than she intended. "This is not going to end well." Ben comments, openly. ╣╠ Ashton returns to Cair Paravel and it is clear that in the two years she spent away, much has changed. ╣╠ Multiple POV ╣╠ Story intertwined with the golden ages after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. I only own Ashton, Benvolio, and any other characters not in the books or movies. ╣╠

"No you don't have to wear your best fake smile" Narnia preferences and oneshots containing Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

A Narnia Gif series because you're never too old to like something your 7 year younger sister also likes!

*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.

"Is something wrong Ed?" "When has anything ever been right for me?" Story takes place after the battle with the White Witch, during the golden age of the Pevensies. #3 in Mideval (30.01.19) #5 in C.S. Lewis (30.01.19) #14 in Narnia (23.02.19) #2 in Edmund (18.05.19)

Book 3 in the Edmund Pevensie series. "This is our last time here, isn't it?" "Yes, you've all grown up" (Book 1: Afraid to love Book 2: finding what we lost)

Preferences for: Peter Edmund Caspian I take requests for preferences and imagines :) (And I do dirty ones) Read my fanfiction: Together ~ Peter Pevensie