[A] By the Call of the Lion [Pevensie Plot Part One] [Finished]

Edmund breathed in deeply, a familiar sensation filling his lungs. He could tell immediately that this place was not England; the air was too pure. Magic, he told himself, magic. That wonderful thing that he missed so much. Enchantment. He hadn?t felt this wonderful in a long time. Several months had gone by since his stay at Professor Kirke?s home, and there hadn?t been one moment in that span when he had felt this magnificent feeling. Edmund?s eyes were closed tight, and he was barely aware of his surroundings, but his mouth was turned up in a satisfied smile nevertheless. He wondered presently if his brother and sisters were feeling the same way. He knew they probably were, even though Peter and Susan had grown to become almost too practical-minded to enjoy much of anything lately. ?After all,? as Susan had said over and over, ?the holidays are almost over. We should be thinking about school.? None of the four had liked that statement very much, but it was true. In fact, all of them had been about to board the trains that would take them to school just as they had been brought into this? other place.

They were in a dark, cavern-like area, and although places like this would be very unpleasant back at home, it was actually quite nice. The air was warm, though not too much so, and it smelled nice. He wondered if Peter, Susan, and Lucy noticed this. Peter and Lucy most likely would realize the air right away. Edmund knew that they had a perfect sense of magical things, even better than his. Lucy, of course, had had her sense of enchantment for a long time. Peter, with his majestic strength and courage, had good instincts as well. Susan, on the other hand? well, Susan was different. Often she required a great amount of prodding from others in order to recognize magic. But after she knew the magic was there, she had no trouble believing. In fact, once she knew of the magic, she would get very wrapped up in adventure. Edmund could just remember the Golden Age of Narnia, when Susan had never been afraid to show her love for the magic that constantly surrounded the four Pevensies. That had all technically taken place a year ago, but after they had returned, everything plunged downhill.

For one thing, the four had been in terrible moods since they had returned. Everything was so dull back in England. And now, with the thoughts of school approaching, it was even worse. The two girls and the boys would be separated, and sent off to separate boarding schools. At the train station just minutes ago, they had been scrambling to say their last goodbyes to each other before they would be taken away. But that, amazingly, was when the strange sensation had begun. It was a queer pulling; or that was what it felt like. For a minute or two, the four children had thought that one of them was doing it, for a joke perhaps. But then they realized that it was some other force, not a person, that seemed to be dragging them. Finally, they gave up on trying to resist the force, and let it take them away to this place. The cave where they were now. Edmund took a deep breath and slowly whispered into the darkness, ?Where are we??