This story takes place in the time between the coronation of the Pevensies and them going back to the wardrobe. Edmund is 14. Lucy is 12. Susan is 16. Peter is 17.

Guest Starring
Emily Blunt as Morgan

Sarah Jeffrey as Yasmine

Magic is not and was not evil. It wasn't dark just like it was never light. Only the people who used it in the way it is perceived as evil. The people were evil. Not the magic. The magic was something else. It was perceived as something else entirely. I knew this. Many people in this society of mages and witches and enchantresses and priestesses knew this.

It was common knowledge of what the world viewed us as. 
And that is how this whole thing started.

I was called to the office of the Great Mage of the Guild. All of  Magics are apart of a society called the Guild. The Great Mage is our most powerful Magic user and our leader. Normally, when we were called down, we were in trouble. But for me it was different. It was like the goody-two-shoes was called to the principal's office. I knocked on the door to see the Great Mage talking a boy a bit older than I am.

"Yes, Morgan?" I asked the brown haired, blue eyed Great Mage.

"This is High King Peter of Narnia. He wishes to have a Royal Mage. I've requested you, because I believe you're the perfect match for them, [Y/N]." Morgan explained.

Me? The Royal Mage of Narnia?

"Yes, you. You're the only one that hasn't maxed out her potential yet, reached their limit, or has a craze agenda as they run around." That was Crystal, the one shouting her crazy agenda as she ran down the halls.

"We only just need one, and there are other people in Cair Paravel her age. My younger brother and younger sister." The boy, Peter, explained.

Was this blonde boy that couldn't have been much older than eighteen a king? Normally, when that happens it is because a prince's father who was king had died putting the son as king. But Morgan had said Narnia. Which meant that Peter and his siblings had taken over and dethroned Jadis.

"So, [Y/N], are you willing to become the Royal Mage of Narnia?" Morgan asked.

"Of course." My chance to prove we are not monsters and that a select few of us choose to be.

"Alright. You may go and pack. I have to finish talking to Peter about the arrangements." Morgan explained.

I nodded leaving the room and going straight to the room I shared with Yasmine. The society of magic users live in a giant and most brilliant castle of all. If a magic user is under the age of eighteen (and depending on how powerful or talented you are at a young age), you are taking classes in everything imaginable. From the age of eighteen to twenty two, you are job searching.

Finding the perfect job for yourself. If you stopped classes before you were eighteen like me, then you had time to be an actual kid or teenager. Time for fun. But in our society we were different. I opened the door of my room to see the Mexican and Italian magic user known as Yasmine sitting on her bed with a book, a piece of parchment, a quill, and a lap desk. Homework.

"Hi, Yaz." I spoke walking into the room.

"Hey there, sista from another mista." Yasmine always tried to act cool, but she failed miserably. Every time. "So, can you help me with this?"

"What is it?" I asked her getting a trunk out of my closet.

"The Effects Magic Had on Art History." Yasmine groaned throwing her stuff in the air and falling backwards into her pillows.

The stuff levitating in the air going unnoticed almost instantly. I sat down on the bed with her.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. I'm being relocated." I told her.

"To where?" Yasmine asked.

It was common for magic users to be relocated from the  palace they grew up in. But at my age it was probably next to impossible.

"Um... Narnia." I replied.

"What?!" Yasmine shrieked hopping off the bed and basically flying to me.

"You're going to Narnia!?!?!?" She held my shoulders. "Wait a second. Isn't our kind prohibited from going there?"

"They requested a royal mage, and Morgam chose me." I explained. "Now, can you let me go, so I can pack?"

Yasmine let go of me, huffed, and went back to her essay. I finished packing, levitated the trunk, and walk back to Morgan's office. When I walked in, it looked like they were talking. Talking about something. Something of the future.

"She's ready, King Peter." Morgan said noticing my presence.

"Please, call me, Peter. We're going to be writing to one another quite often." High King Peter of Narnia told the Great Mage.

I quirked my head to the side at that remark. The king of Narnia left and I was left with Morgan.

"This is going to be a test for you. Prove to me. Prove to me that you are going to be the one that changes our future. Prove you are the one that will give magic back its faithful name." Morgan told me before smiling at me. "Now, go make me proud."

Magic Users start spouting uncontrollable amounts of magic when they are three years old. However, late bloomers start this much later in life (Morgana Pendragon). Magic Users are given wands that control and harness the magic until they turn eighteen which is an age at where magical powers begins to decrease in intensity. However, great magical potential allows the user to be able to discard his or her wand beforehand. The earliest known age for this was nine and that was Merlin. You, the reader, have been wandless since thirteen.