"I hate it here!" yelled Edmund. "Everyone treats me like I am a child and therefore incapable of life!" I sighed. Ed had taken to blowing up every month or so, screaming once we were deep in the woods that Aslan, Narnia, England, and life in general were all unfair.

We had arrived back in Narnia 4 months ago, falling out of the wardrobe in a lump suddenly young again. We all had a hard time adjusting to being children again, especially Edmund. I had long forgotten how hard it had been on Ed before Narnia, and now that he had been 25 and a king, being 12 again was frustrating him to no end.
We were at school now with boys who were physically our age but mentally were more than 10 years younger than us. We'd been here for almost 2 months now going through classes bored and alone. It was only Edmund that kept me from going mental. Edmund had shown such amazing skills that he had now been moved up to my grade. We were complete outcasts mainly because we didn't try to make any friends. We had each other and we had our "swords".

We had taken to coming out each day after classes and sparring with wooden broadswords we had carefully crafted from thick tree limbs. This was the reason we were out in the wood surrounding the school in the first place. No one had caught us as of yet although we had had to occasionally stop for the suspicions of our teachers.

We could not afford to be out of practice if our land had need of us once more. So we fought and we worked and we studied.

We were at the moment taking a break. We were discussing the details and politics surrounding the great dwarf rebellion of 335 nk (Narnia Kranos) a time long before our own. That was when Edmund had become angry yet sad at the same time. He stood and screamed and I did not try to stop him for I knew that he would feel better after getting everything off his chest. How was Narnia doing without us I often wondered? Were they still in the golden age as they were when we left or were they crumbling with war and rebellions? How I hoped for the former and how I dreaded the latter. The thought was too much to bear that of war. How I loved Narnia with all of my heart and soul. How I worried for her and wished to go back to her.
And Ed had stopped screaming as if he could hear my thoughts. He sat heavily and snatched up his water bottle, drinking thirstily. Then after a moment of silence he turned his head to me and murmered, "How I hope Narnia is doing ok." "Yes" I agreed "I wish we could know what was happening there" I sighed heavily. How much we wished. How much we hoped.

So thats the first chapter. Give me some feedback please.