Call from the east hear ye

Gather ’round and unite

Sharpen your weapons

Strengthen your defenses

For you must fight.

Forces of evil

Will discourage you

Do not give way to their schemes.

Lay on your brothers

Support each other

You will live to fight another day.

Past the bark of Time its self

Through the ruins of the future

Bring yourselves to a desert of dust

And then begin to plan.

Your needs will be met

Your time is near

The greatest King of all

Allies himself with you.

Control your fear

Take the reins of your anger

Be the master of your own feelings.

The greatest King of all awaits you

Do not fail him.

Diamond Pevensie was a good girl of fourteen years. She was obedient, and she never teased her siblings. Diamond was a sharp and pert girl, and many heads turned her way when she entered a room. Her hair was silky gold, like her mother’s, and her eyes were green, like her father’s, and she had inherited her Great-Aunt Susan’s charm and grace. She had plenty of patience and self-control, but every person has a flaw or two.

Diamond was a dreamer. She believed heavily in fairies and fantasy. This isn’t necessarily a flaw, it just depends on the way one looks at it. An optimist might say that anything is possible, while a skeptic might say that fantasy is for immature children. So believing in the unseen is sort of like beauty; it’s in the “eye of the beholder”.

But one severely fatal problem of Diamond’s was that she was easily made jealous. Although she was pretty and smart, her brother and sister excelled in atheletics, meanwhile she couldn’t even throw a ball past 17 feet. This frustrated her excessively, and only fueled her jealousy. And, when jealousy is powerful enough, it turns to envy, a terrible thing. Luckily, Diamond’s Great-Uncle Edmund has lectured her plenty of times, reminding her that jealousy and envy are evil, wicked witches that claw at your innocence.

Terrance and Elizabeth Pevensie were slightly mischievous children of twelve and ten. Terrance’s personality was similar to his Great-Uncle Edmund’s, while Elizabeth acted more like her Great-Aunt Lucy. They both had light brown hair, highly reflective in Elizabeth’s case, and greenish blue eyes. Terrance was a mischievous child who often dragged his younger sister into his shenanigans. He also cared more about manly muscles than grades, while Elizabeth succeeded in most of her classes, save math, in which she tried desperately hard.

One thing that the Pevensies has in common was that their family had told them tales of a land called Narnia. Grandfather Peter had been the High King, Great-Uncle Edmund was a king, and their Great-Aunts were Queens.

On one particular August day, the Pevensies were each in their own school classes. Diamond had just hurt her small finger, cutting it with a pair of scissors. Terrance had put a tack on his teacher’s chair and was receiving a scolding while plotting his escape. And Elizabeth was being sent to the principal’s office for assisting her brother in vandalizing the school gym.

Diamond left her classroom. Terrance jumped out a window. Elizabeth stepped into the principal’s office. All three Pevensies ended up in a place far different from their school.