Stepping through the swirling portal, Magnus re-entered his room, the familiar surroundings grounding him after his time in the Dark Dimension. His mind still buzzed with the residual energy of his training, but before he could process everything, the system chimed in.
[Time within the Dark Dimension flows differently than in the real world. One hour inside is equivalent to only a few minutes in this realm.]
Magnus furrowed his brow, quickly doing the calculations in his head. If he trained there for a year, it would only be a few days in this world. That kind of time dilation was a cheat code for power.
However, before he could dwell on it further, a sudden system notification flashed before his eyes.
[Chronicles of Narnia Main Plot Initiated.]
Magnus's breath caught in his throat. He had expected something to happen eventually, but not so soon. The system had thrown him into the deep end without warning. Before he could react, another notification appeared.
[New Quest Issued: Seize the Throne]
Objective: Replace the White Witch as the true ruler of Narnia.
Reward: A chance to spin the Wheel of Power.
The Wheel of Power? Magnus felt excitement rush through him. From what the system explained, it was essentially a lottery of magical abilities and legendary artifacts. The possibilities were endless, but he knew one thing—he had to win Narnia first.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Magnus made his way downstairs, heading towards the kitchen. He reached for an apple when, suddenly, the blaring sound of an air raid siren split through the morning silence.
His heart lurched. He had read about the London air raids in history books, but WWII had ended long ago… hadn't it?
Before he could process the anomaly, his adoptive mother, Helen Pevensie, burst through the door, her face pale with urgency. "Get your things! We need to leave now! Go to the train station!"
Without thinking, Magnus scooped up Lucy and Matilda, carrying them with ease while Peter, Susan, and Edmund grabbed what they could. The streets were chaotic, filled with panicked civilians scrambling to safety. Magnus led his siblings through the frenzied crowd, his mind racing as he asked the system for an explanation.
[Query acknowledged. This Earth's timeline differs from your previous knowledge. After the supposed death of Hitler, he faked his demise and bided his time. With Hydra's fall, he re-emerged, allied with the Soviet Union, and reignited the war.]
Magnus felt a chill run down his spine. The world was still at war.
They arrived at King's Cross Station, and the children hurried onto the train, the fear in their eyes mirroring the terror outside. As Magnus made sure everyone was aboard, he turned to see Helen standing on the platform.
She shook her head. "I can't go with you."
"No—what?" Peter and Edmund tried to rush towards her, but Magnus held them back.
Helen smiled softly, her eyes brimming with love. "I have to stay. But you must go. Take care of each other, take care of Matilda and Lucy, and take care of yourself."
"I—" Magnus couldn't find the words. He didn't know why, but his chest ached, his grip tightening on Peter and Edmund as they struggled against him, crying out for their mother. He had no memories of Helen beyond this life, yet an undeniable sorrow swelled in his heart.
As the train began to move, Helen mouthed the words, I love you all.
A single tear slipped from Magnus's eye, surprising him. Why am I crying? he thought bitterly. She's not even my real mother.
The system responded, its voice uncharacteristically gentle. [The host's body retains emotional connections to Helen Pevensie. To this body, she is truly a mother.]
Magnus swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking back more tears as he forced himself to look away. He couldn't afford to dwell on it now. He had to focus.
But then, a final system notification appeared before him.
[Query detected: The identity of the host's biological parents.]
Magnus's breath hitched as the system's next words changed everything.
[Biological Father: Lord Voldemort. Biological Mother: Aphrodite.]
The world seemed to tilt around him as the revelation sank in.
His father was the Dark Lord.
His mother was the Goddess of Love.
Who—what—was he really?