Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or the Pevensies. Didn't you pay attention in your Narnian history lessons? Caspian X outlawed the slave trade, remember?

Author's Note: Well, this is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. smiles nervously I know it's very short, but I don't really want to add to it. I'm afraid I'd kill it, assuming it's not dead already. Anyway, please read and review. I appreciate constructive criticism. And, if you must, I permit the throwing of tomatoes, as long as they're not canned. Canned tomatoes are no good anyway; I don't know why you would even have them in your possession. goes off on a tangent

The Grass is Greener

By Theophila

Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids…

--The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

The train rolled pleasantly along through the gently sloping English countryside. Edmund slumped in his seat, trying to avoid his family as much as was possible in a train compartment. He glanced at his sisters. Susan was reading, as usual. Lucy, after a failed attempt to get Edmund to play with her, was also looking at the book. Edmund noticed she didn't look particularly interested and would probably very much rather be doing something else.

He smirked.

Across the train compartment sat Peter, also slumped in his seat. Edmund could tell he was deep in thought. Briefly, he allowed himself to wonder what Peter was thinking about. Probably trying to come up with a way to cheer Lucy up. Typical Peter. Always perfect, even in his private thoughts.

Edmund looked away.

He now stared sullenly out the window. The skies were the bluest he had ever seen, and the grass was greener. He wished they were back in his gray, miserable, war-torn hometown. It suited him better.