THE WHITE STAG BOUNDED OVER FALLEN TREE LIMBS AS IT FLEW THROUGH THE ANCIENT WOOD. Persistently hunting it were four horses with two men and two women mounted upon them. Like the stag itself, they were legends come true.

They were the Kings and Queens of Narnia, chosen by Aslan himself. They had ruled for years, keeping Narnia a peaceful and prosperous place. King Peter the Magnificent rode in the front, his golden crown shining in the daylight. King Edmund the Just followed him closely behind, a wide smile on his face. Queen Susan the Gentle looked the very opposite from her title as her vibrant eyes narrowed in determination as she searched for the path of the White Stag. Queen Lucy the Valiant was beaming brightly as her chestnut hair flew behind her.

Then, Edmund slowed down without warning, looking down at his horse with concern. "You alright there, Phillip?" he asked.

"Not as young as I used to be," the horse responded warily.

One of the women had turned around, and was grinning at the man. "Come on, Ed," Susan said with a playful grin on her face.

"Just catching my breath," Edmund responded.

"Well, that's all we'll catch at this rate," Susan laughed.

"What did he say, Susan?" added Lucy.

"'You girls stay at the castle, I'll go get the Stag myself'," Susan said mockingly.

Edmund stared at his sisters helplessly as they exploded into laughter. Peter joined, though it didn't last long as his eyes trailed off. Edmund's gaze followed upwards.

"What is this?" asked Peter, swinging his leg over the saddle.

There was a black iron stand hidden under twisting vines and blooming flowers. A light was emitted from the top of the black rod. Peter stared at it as if in a trance.

His siblings followed suit, descending from their horses and walking over to where Peter stood captivated.

"It seems like a dream," murmured Susan, staring up at the lamppost in curious wonder.

"Or a dream of a dream," Lucy added. Her eyebrows knitted together in distant confusion. "Spare 'Oom," she said, as if solving a puzzle.

When her siblings didn't respond, Lucy walked away suddenly, her red skirts clutched in her hands.

"Lucy!" Peter exclaimed as he started after her.

"Not again," Susan muttered.

"She's always running off," agreed Edmund.

But the Kings and Queen followed their younger sister deep into the foliage. Branches and leaves scratched at their arms, but they continued after Lucy.

"Lu!" said Peter.

Lucy turned around, a smile blossoming on her face. "Come on!" she said impatiently, grabbing Peter's arm and dragging him behind her.

Susan and Edmund shared a confused glance, but followed their siblings.

Somehow, the leaves and branches turned into something different, the thin sunbeams penetrating the leaf top canopy providing ill-lighting.

"These aren't branches..." Peter trailed off.

"They're coats," finished Susan, fingering the fur material.

"You're on my foot!" said Edmund indignantly, shoving Susan forwards.

"Peter!" Lucy shouted as he ran into her.

The four Kings and Queens shoved and quipped at each other as the space around them became incredibly cramped. Somewhere along the journey, they lost their crowns, and regained their youth.

And Lucy was the one to push through the wooden door, and it was her who tumbled forwards, her siblings falling behind her.

Lucy landed hard on the ground, her palms barking in pain. A sudden wind whipped at her hair, and she looked up. There was a gray brick wall resting mere centimeters from her face, the dirt on it very much visible. A loud buzz hummed through the air, and it became a violent cacophony of chaotic noise. A diluted gray sunlight shone down on the grimy ground. Lucy frowned, and traced it with her fingertips absentmindedly.

"Where are we?" Peter asked aloud.

"It was the wardrobe," said Susan, staring at the wooden armoire with an apprehensive gaze. "And we're...younger, somehow."

Lucy looked down at her hands, and found them to be far smaller than she remembered. She whipped her head around, and found a much younger version of Susan staring back at her.

"England," Lucy said suddenly, the past that she had unknowingly buried suddenly resurfacing. "We are home, I think."

Her siblings paused, and stared at her. She smiled back at them while she stood to her feet. "We are in England, in an alley somewhere. Remember?"

And they were. The wardrobe rested at the end of a grimy alley with it's doors open, revealing the fur coats hanging inside.

Lucy turned around in wonder to look at the other end of the alley. Things that looked like automobiles whirred past the opening faster than any horse, providing flashes of bright color and light.

"Everything looks so different," Edmund murmured, staring at the gray sky above him. "Nothing here looks at all like Narnia."

Then, a single popping sound penetrated the air, causing all four of the siblings to jump. Peter stepped forwards, reaching for a sword that wasn't there. He frowned as his hand grasped at nothing but empty air.

"My sword," he muttered.

But no one paid him any attention. His three siblings were too focused on the man standing at the exit of the alleyway, a wooden stick pointed at them. Then, confused, the man slowly lowered it.

"Who are you?" Peter asked, a regal authority lining his voice as he stepped in front of his siblings. Susan shot him a nasty look that went unnoticed.

"Landon Jenkins, Auror," the man responded in a deep voice. "There was a disturbance of magic here..." he trailed off.

The Pevensie siblings exchanged a look. "That might have been us," said Lucy, smiling.

Landon Jenkins looked down at the girl skeptically. "How old are you?"

She paused. "Er, it is somewhat complicated. What year is it, exactly?"

"What year is it?" the man repeated. "Are you being serious?"

"Afraid so," said Edmund, moving to stand beside his younger sister. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"It's 1994," Landon Jenkins answered hesitantly, glancing at the dark-haired boy who was staring at him threateningly.

"How is that possible?" Susan asked aloud, as if forgetting that the man with the stick was there. "When you first went, Lu, no time had passed."

"This time was longer," Lucy reminded her. "Maybe Aslan has a reason for sending us here now. Maybe there is a reason we left Narnia."

"But how do we get back?" asked Peter.

"Do you four go to Hogwarts?" Landon Jenkins questioned after standing awkwardly, listening to the four children's exchange.

"What is Hogwarts?" asked Lucy.

The man cursed suddenly. "Shit, it's my first day on the job, and I thought I could handle it, but now I've gone and exposed magic to Muggles and-"

"We know magic," Lucy quickly assured him. "Though I'm not sure if we know the same kind."

He stared at her blankly for several heartbeats. Then, he weakly said, "where are your parents?"

"I am afraid that we do not know," voiced Edmund. "The last time we were here, there was a war, and everything was different."

"The last time you were in London there was a war?" Landon repeated disbelievingly, his eyes opened wide. "Bloody hell, how long have you been gone?"

"A very long time," answered Lucy with a distant light twinkling in her eye.

Landon shook his head. "I'll be honest, I don't understand, but there may be someone who does. Would you all mind, er, coming with me?"

Peter and Susan locked gazes, a silent communication passing between them. But before they could come to a verbal decision, Lucy said, "We don't have anywhere else to go."

Peter and Susan turned, and found Lucy grinning at them before stepping closer to Landon. Edmund was right behind her, leaving Peter and Susan no choice but to follow.

And somehow, the four Kings and Queens of Narnia found themselves walking on a dirty sidewalk in the familiarly foreign place that was London.