"It will come when your heart is ready to carry it."

Amelia groaned pulling up the sheets up her face when the light from the sun illuminated the room coming from the window, falling on her face. She clearly  remembered closing the curtains before going to sleep. She was still half asleep when she turned on her bed and saw a figure sitting on her bed, watching her. All the sleepiness quickly went away and she became alarmed. Out of reflex, she grabbed the thing closest to her (which was an empty vase, don't ask her why it was there on her bedside table) ready to attack her potential attacker.

She stopped mid-way, squinting her eyes to get a better look who shielded themselves before they became a victim of being hit in the head with an empty vase.

"Amelia stop!" The person gasped.

"Grandma? What are you doing in my room so ear-" she glanced at the clock and stammered (it was not early), "so- um like that and why did you open the curtains?"

"I came to wake you up but when I saw you looking so peaceful I couldn't resist myself but to watch you sleep," Polly, her grandmother, replied.

"That is so creepy," she grimaced, putting the vase back.

"It's not creepy. It's sweet and maternal," Polly defended herself.

"Whatever you say grandma," Amelia rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Now get up and get ready!" These words just got a loud groan as a response as the black haired girl fell back on the bed on her face. She shrieked when her grandmother pulled the sheets from her abruptly making her fall from the bed and onto the wooden floor. She was so tempted to fall back asleep there if it weren't for her grandmother. God save her.

***

"Any letter from mum, dad or Alex?" Amelia asked as she sat down at the breakfast table with her grandparents. It had become a ritual for them to hear this question everyday. Sometimes it was gloomy because there wasn't any letter and some days it was filled with joy as there were actually letters. However, the anticipation of what the contents of the letter informed her always stayed.

Her father, Michael Cooper, was a soldier and went away to war to fight for his country. Amelia was twelve when he went away. It was not uncommon for him come back and visit his family, but as time went by and the war situation worsened so did his visiting situation. She felt bad enough that her father wasn't there for her, she loved him a lot. Her father was always the person to encourage her to go for things and not feel afraid. He was one who convinced her to pick up fencing at school because she really wanted to and not care about what other people thought. She could proudly say that her father helped her shape into the person she is today. She didn't feel angry with her father when he went. She understood that he was doing this for a reason, she had to admit it took some time but yes eventually.

Just as she got over to from the denial to acceptance, she got another shock.

Alexander, or as his family and friends called him, Alex. Alex was Amelia's brother, older by two years. Just this year, when she turned sixteen and he turned eighteen, Alex got a letter. He had been accepted into the army and was going away soon. Amelia was shocked and heartbroken that the letter fell from her hand which had been previously given to her by her brother. First her father and now her brother too? She already had to wake up everyday, praying that her father was alright and safe and now she had to do the same for her brother as well? She cried and cried, begging him not to go, at that moment she didn't care how weak she must have looked or how desperate, she just didn't want her brother to go, she didn't want her bestfriend, her pillar to go away too. Sure they fighted and argued a lot, but isn't that what siblings do? They too loved each other dearly and would take a bullet to protect each other.

She'd never forget the day, Alex went away to war too.

He pulled back from the tight embrace of her sister, after he'd gotten the same treatment from her mother. The hug was bone-crushing but he didn't want to let go, this might the last physical contact they would have, after all war was unpredictable. He put his hands on her shoulder as her sister looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Her brown eyes clashed with his grey eyes; a tumultuous storm swept up in wildfire brown. His black hair, like his sister's, fell into his eyes as they said their goodbyes. With that he went away.

Leaving her heartbroken, leaving her and her mother alone. She broke down into tears as she hugged her mother, who was shedding tears as well

When air raids started, she was sent to live with her grandparents. She didn't fancy leaving her mother all alone, dealing with the pain. She wanted her mother, Isabel Cooper, to go with her. But Isabel's job wouldn't let her, she was a doctor and during these times her patients needed her.

Now back to the present.

"No, but I have something to tell you," Polly replied in a chirpy voice.

"What is it?" Asked Amelia, putting a bite of her waffle into her mouth. In her opinion Grandma made the best waffles, and yes even better than her mother but obviously don't tell her that.

"You remember that Digory mentioned that due to the air raids in the city, four children were coming to his house to live with him?"

"Yeah that was like ten days ago," she spoke in a small voice not sure where this conversation was going. She glanced at her grandfather with a questioning look but he just shrugged. So helpful.

"The four children that went to live with him are in fact your friends, the Pevensies. They saw a photograph of you with Digory there and recognized you. They must have asked him about it and he told them how he knew you. He's invited you there."

"Huh?"

"Lia, the Pevensies, Digory, he invited you for the holidays," Her grandfather, Lucas Cooper, explained.

"Yeah yeah, I heard that but wait did you say my photographs with uncle Digory? Oh my God, I can't believe he still hung up those, bet that old man think it's funny putting up embarassing pictures for hundreds of people to see during the visits. I will never hear the end of it from Edmund and Peter too for that matter," she rambled as she remembered that there were many embarrassing picture of hers as well.

"But actually wow, what a coincidence," she spoke after a thought.

A coincidence indeed. Or some may call it as fate.

And of course when Amelia asked whether she could go, they said yes, why wouldn't they? Amelia was really excited, she was mostly excited to see Susan whom she hadn't seen since the holidays started. Therefore, as soon as she was done with her breakfast she went to her room to pack. She were to leave next morning but better be prepared right.

***

"All set?" Polly asked entering Amelia's room. The room looked surprisingly clean, no clothes lying around, nothing fallen on the floor. Her suitcase laid at the corner of the room, all packed. She was going away only for two weeks, but yeah one could say she did overpack.

Amelia looked up from her book and stood up giving her grandmother a big smile and a nod. She wore a white dress and her front hair were tied back with a ribbon. She wore her boots which she loved as much as her books and knowing her that's big. Amelia would just take a book with her for the journey rather than packing a few more because the professor's house was filled with millions of books.

"Say hello to grubby boy for me," Polly said with a mischievous glint to her voice making Amelia laugh and shake her head.

"I will grandma don't worry, and I can't believe you still call him that."

"What? He was grubby the first time I met him," Polly said defensively. "Will you try going in the wardrobe this time as well?" Polly asked with a much softer voice, raising her eyebrows.

"I'll never stop."

That's right. She knew. Fate yet again.

Polly and Digory remained bestfriends even after coming back from Narnia. All their life they wished to go back. A place with no worries. A place where you felt at ease. A place where you felt safe. A place you'd never want to get out of. Narnia. They tried to go back, they really did but overtime they realised that it will happen when you least expect it and when the time is right. It was their destiny. Again overtime, their adventure was known as stories.

Polly, she always wished for a daughter. She oh so prayed for it. But Fate doesn't like playing by rules. Her wish was finally completed when her son had a daughter. She'd never admit but she loved Amelia the most. Even before she was born, Polly felt a connection with her. When her grandchildren were little kids, she used to tell them stories; stories of fairies, monsters, kings and queens. She'd tell them about her adventure in Narnia. Those little kids used to be so amazed. Alexander, as he grew up, thought that it was just a story her grandmother made up. But Amelia. Oh no it was more than a story to her.

Amelia was a conundrum; a windstorm swept into the sea, stirring the sky and the waters with such ferocity. Soft but hard. She grew up with a love for books and especially fantasies. She liked to believe that the stories about Narnia and Polly and Digory weren't just stories, it was the truth. One would tell her that's it's impossible or unrealistic,  but no. Whole part of her believed that it was true. She'd always hoped that one day she would get the chance of going going Narnia. Seh'd be fortunate enough to go there. She's dream about it and wish. Sometimes while praying, sometimes to a shooting star, sometimes to Santa. She always had hope. And when her godfather made a wardrobe that was a part of narnia, an apple to be precise, she would always try to pass through it. One day, just one day she would get there and have the time of her life. One day.

***

Amelia had always loved coming to the professor's house; the wide stretch of fields filled with flowers, the river running down nearby, the garden, the amazing view, the hallways, those rooms which she loved to explore, and the vast number of books. But it's what people make the home. The Professor and even Mrs. Macready for that matter were always nice to her.

The weather was extremely pleasant at the time she reached the house. Mrs. Macready had picked her up from the station. Everything was just as she remembered. The trees were green and full of life, the grass swayed left and right with the wind. The beautiful flowers dotted along the fields looking breathtaking as always. Amelia looked around her surroundings, gaping at how alluring it all looked. She could never get enough of this view.

She walked in the house, leaving her bag at the door. The siblings must have heard the door creak open somehow considering the house was too big, as they came running down the stairs to greet their friend. Lucy and Edmund had a squabble, pushing each other in attempt to come down a little faster than the other as if they were having a race. Edmund won.

The black-haired girl's eyes lit up when she saw Edmund approach her with a gleaming face. He had grown a little taller than before. They did a handshake they had had created themselves which others hadn't quite figured out how to do. They then hugged, muttering their hellos.

"Thank God you're here. I was hoping for some civilized company. One more minute with them and I thought I would go crazy," Edmund sighed, earning affronted 'hey's' from his siblings. Amelia laughed at his comment and winked at the others.
Once they were done he was pushed away by none other than his little sister.

"Lucy!" Amelia spoke in a excited voice, bending down on her knees to match the girl's height and opened her arms. Lucy ran towards her and embraced her tightly.

"I have so much to tell you," Lucy beamed after she pulled away from the hug.

"And I can't wait to hear all about it," Amelia matched her excitement in a jubilant manner. She then got up from her crouched position and went to hug her best friend next, both of them giggling in excitement. They both practically jumped in each other's arms.

"Oh I missed you so much. How are you?" Rejoiced Amelia.

"I missed you too! I'm alright and you?" Susan smiled when they pulled away from the hug.

"Brilliant."

"Finally you're here, we were worried you missed the train considering you're late all the time," Peter smirked. Susan rolled her eyes as if to say 'here we go again'.

"Peter always a pleasure," Amelia smiled sarcastically giving the boy a quick hug. "And I am not always late," she said defensively.

"You were late to class on our first day of boarding school," Peter said remembering the moment all too well. It was the first class of the first day of their school. Everyone was already worried about being away from their families the first time. A girl ran into the class, all the heads turning up to look at her by the sudden noise. She smiled sheepishly and sat down in front of Peter. He remembered it all.

"Excuse you! I was not late. I was exactly on time everyone was just simply early because they were afraid that they'd be late to their first class of the first day of boarding school. Besides Einstein said time was relative right? Hence proving that I was not late you guys were just early," Amelia grinned. Peter just laughed and shook his head in response.

"It's good to see you Lia," He finally said, smiling once the laughter died down.

"It's good to see you too Pete," she smiled back. "Anways what's up with them?" Amelia asked motioning her head towards the two youngest siblings who were arguing about God knows what.

Peter and Susan began to tell her what happened. How while playing hide and seek Lucy went into a magical land through the wardrobe in the upstairs spare room. How they didn't believe her and how Edmund gave her a hard time about it when she said that he went in with her as well. Something about a faun named Tumnus and a Witch too? Amelia went wide-eyed upon the mention of the wardrobe and the magical land called Narnia. But she quickly regained herself and tried to be subtle about it. A million thoughts ran across her mind. And once the two siblings were finished telling her all about it only these words came out of her mouth,"Oh wow."

"Do you believe her?" Susan asked.

"Believe it or not yes I do," she started and continued to explain when they both looked at her eyebrows raised. "Well either she's going mad or she's lying. Lucy definitely isn't going mad or crazy and knowing her she wouldn't lie, not to this extent. So yeah I believe her. Besides we could all do with some fantasy in our lives."

"That's exactly what your uncle told us,"  Peter smiled remembering the events of the night of a few days ago.

"Well great minds think alike." She replied a little smugly making the other two chuckle lightly. "Speaking of him, is he home?"

"Yeah he's upstairs in his study," Susan  answered.

"I'll just go meet him and then we can catch up." The girl smiled. Susan went to resolve whatever argument Lucy and Edmund were having while Peter walked with Anna upstairs. Not that he was just escorting her, he was going upstairs to his room anyway. Wasn't he?

"I read the book you were telling me about before our holidays." Peter spoke.

"Wait really?" Amelia asked, turning to look at Peter expectantly, her voice filled with wonder and excitement as if of a little child. "How'd you like it?"

"It was a very good read. Definitely did not cry when Beth died. We can talk about it later you should go meet your uncle," Peter smiled turning to the girl once they got to the door of the professor's study.

"Of course," she passed the smile back and walked into the room when they both parted ways. Amelia closed the door behind her and found her godfather sitting on his armchair reading a particularly heavy book. The man looked up at the creaking sound of the door and smiled.

"Amelia, I was wondering when you would get here," the man spoke motioning the girl to sit down. Amelia politely smiled and sat down on one of the armchairs and kindly took the tea offered to her by her uncle Digory. They  had a brief catch up with another; asking how each other how they were, how Polly said hello to the grubby boy (well a man now but who cares), what was up with the neighbors, just the normal gossip.

"See I was about to get mad at you for putting up embarrassing pictures of me somewhere around this house but right now we have something else to talk about."

"Ah yes, so your friends told you. I was going to tell you that myself."

"Lucy, she went to Narnia. Well now we at least know that the wardrobe does join both the worlds," Amelia sighed.

"Her siblings told me about it. I found the poor girl weeping when no one believed her. But why do you seem unsure dear?"

"For as long as I can remember I've wanted to go to Narnia. I have always dreamed of being there, meeting the mythical creatures and of course Aslan. I tried to go there by the wardrobe but unfortunately it didn't work. But now we know it opened for Lucy. Do you think I'm not worthy enough of going there?" She asked the question that had been plaguing her mind after being a little hesitant.

"Oh no dear one absolutely not. In fact, I believe that the door opened for Lucy for a reason. Do not think you are not worthy of going there, my evil of a uncle went to Narnia and what made you think that you, such a beautiful and unique person, couldn't go there? Have patience and more than that belief. It will happen when you least expect it. One day you'll understand that it was all just meant to be. It's destiny," Digory smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His words definitely made the girl feel better.

Indeed it wasn't all a coincidence. Her grandmother and godfather going to Narnia. Her believing it's not just a story. The Pevensies coming to live with her godfather. Lucy going to Narnia. It is all fate's doing.

Funny thing fate. Sometimes it's course seems almost insensible, pointless even. Sometimes it feels like one is wandering with no sense of direction in life yet when then broken pieces fit together, it reveals a beautiful picture, truly a work of art. Then fate's course seems nothing but insensible. There's a certain beauty in that.