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Forgotten

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"Mummy Mummy!" she heard her sister cry. She heard footsteps going into her sisters room and telling her to follow. Lucy followed with no resistance dashing through the house into the safe shelter. While she was locked in a room everyone else was in the safe shelter, none of her other siblings knew she existed of course. Only her abusive mother. Oh and Edmund, he picked the lock on my door even though I'm sure they'd been told not to. He found me and we talked, I asked about our siblings and he described them, he said I looked a lot like Lucy. But that night when the Nazis came he ran out with all the rest of them. Wait what's that I here it's Edmund shouting my name. Wait another voice came in "I'm gonna kill em" I was scared for Edmund's safety before I recognized the voice, Peter. I started rapidly pounding on the door, but with the surrounding noise neither of them noticed. The bombs dropped and I screamed scrunching up in a little ball. When the sounds stopped I tore my hands from my ears and opened my eyes. Ashes now made up the room I was once locked in. I was free, and forgotten.
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Isabell never knew who her birth parents were, and she never asked. She was content with the couple who adopted her. But their time together was cut short. By the age of 14, she was left orphaned. Her mother was claimed by cancer when she was 7, and her father never returned from his last deployment with the army. As per her parents wills, she was sent to her grandfather's closest friend. She had never met the professor before, but he welcomed her with kindness and open arms. Over her 2 year stay with him, the professor eased her mind with stories of a magical land he called Narnia. He spoke fondly of the place, as if it were real. But Isabell never believe them to be more than simple stories. But she is proven wrong when her childhood friends arrive at the manor, and the youngest stumbles through a wardrobe in the spare room. Isabell soon finds out that the professor's stories were more than made up fantasies to help her sleep. And she in the Pevensies find more than they had hoped to in Narnia. Isabell learns more about herself and the blood that runs through her veins. Their lives will never be the same after entering the wardrobe. For once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.

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