"What did you say your name was again?" Peter asked with a slight narrow of his eyes. "Hero," she replied with her chin up high as she looked him straight in the eyes. "Hero? But. . .you're a girl - " "Dear Aslan," she rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to walk away from the boy. "Is it short for something?" "Shut up, Peter the Magnificent." ♚ Hero was no damsel in distress, she made that pretty clear when she refused Peter's help. Hero was no princess in disguise, it was rather obvious in the way she spoke informally to the High King. And Hero was definitely no ordinary sweetheart as she swung her sword as though she was born for battle. Hero was a fighter, a leader, a warrior. And the one thing she was extremely good at was getting on Peter Pevensie's nerves.

As an ordinary girl living in the quaint little district of Finchley, London, Mary Brown isn't someone you'd expect to go on adventures with kings and queens and talking animals from a magical world. She was as mundane as anyone could get: an only child, plain in appearance, and sarcastic and impulsive at times. However, her friendship with the Pevensies may just be the key to turning those storybook-imaginations into reality, for Narnia to regain its power and freedom, and for love to prevail above all. ✧ ✧ ✧ The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Started: 2015 Hiatus: 2016-2019 Completed: 2020 Currently in the process of editing. Edited chapters are labeled with titles and a ✔️ mark. The sequel is up on my profile and ongoing.

Abigail, jeune fille de bonne famille, voit son père partir à la guerre. N'ayant aucun autre parent, elle se voit obligée d'aller vivre chez son grand-oncle, le Professeur Digory Kirke. Son manoir étant assez grand, Kirke décide pour sa nièce d'accueillir une fratrie de quatre enfants : Peter, Susan, Edmund et Lucy Pevensie. Aby ne voit pas cette arrivée d'un bon œil, elle qui n'a jamais été très sociable. Va-t-elle réussir à créer ses premiers liens amicaux ? Que va-t-il arriver lors de son séjour ?

[Terminé] Ailla Huggins, une anglaise de dix-huit ans vivant pleinement sa vie à Bristol avec sa mère et son petit-frère Alan. Un peu rebelle et paumée, il suffit d'une visite de la famille Pevensie pour qu'elle réalise qui elle est réellement. Au fil de ses aventures, Ailla connaitra Narnia mais aussi un autre monde : le monde de Celhadi. Un monde qui est exactement fait pour elle, mais aussi un garçon. Un roi. Tandis qu'Ailla découvre ce nouveau monde, Edmund, Peter, Susan et Lucy, découvrent, eux aussi, le mode de vie des Huggins et le monde de Celhadi. Entre mésaventures, passions, doutes... Ailla devra faire face à un monde plus dangereux que celui des années 2000, et un royaume a diriger. « Nous serons toujours séparés, il n'y a pas d'issues, notre amour est possible seulement ici, mais pas là-bas » « Mais là-bas, c'est le vrai monde. » [Edmund Pevensie]

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."

"you're the beauty of the sound and the wreckage of the waves." Eleanor Beesly and Edmund Pevensie have always been best friends. When ever you see Eleanor you will find Edmund not too far behind. Every since they were babies Eleanor and Edmund have had this unexplainable bond. So when the Beesly's and the Pevensie's stumble into Narnia friendships will be tested, bonds will grow stronger, questions will be answered, and love will be discovered. Read more in "The Beauty of the Sound" an Edmund Pevensie love story. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe / Prince Caspian / Voyage of the Dawn Treader Started: 11/29/18 Finished: 3/15/19