The Wolf, the Pevensies, and the Wardrobe

Chapter 2: The Wardrobe

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia, but I do own Victoria Clemmings

Chapter 2: The Wardrobe

"Eighty-four, Eighty-five…" Lucy grabbed the door and began to shut it, peeking through the crack. We left it open, wouldn't want to get locked in here. Lucy began to back up, letting the fur coats cover her. I began to follow her action. There was a familiar smell in the air, something like pine trees. I took a deep breath, it seemed to relax me. Lucy looked at me curiously before I realized, this wardrobe isn't very long. There no longer seemed to be a wall, I felt something poking my shoulder. It was a branch, what is a branch doing in a wardrobe? I turned to face the back, even though there apparently wasn't a 'back' anymore. Lucy turned as well; I heard both our jaws pop open, eyes widening as well. The fur coats had disappeared replaced by pine trees. The wooden ground had suddenly turned into snow, crunching under our feet. The air was refreshing, compared to stuffed air in the wardrobe. A white landscape greeted us; snow fell from the sky in an almost lazy way.

"This is a big wardrobe.", I stated rather put out. Lucy nodded, slightly dazed.

"Aren't you cold?" Lucy hugged her little coat closer around her. Her breath came out as mist.

"Not really." I shrugged it off; the air was quite revivifying, filled with the smells and sounds of nature. The pine scent had become stronger, and the air was not at all polluted. The sky above us, a surprising white.

We came upon a lamp-post, the warm light glowing, despite how bright it was. There was a sudden scurrying to our left, Lucy looked its way. The trees didn't help at all, for the sound was suddenly all around us, echoing and reverberating across the forest. A figure appeared holding some objects in their hands. Lucy suddenly began screaming, making me yelp in fright, making the figure let out a scream as well. The figure scrambled behind a tree, scattering its objects across the snow-ridden forest floor.

"Bloody hell Lucy! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, I-I mean I was surprised!" Her face was flushed as she turned back to the figure. In the confusion my hands had gripped the lamp post. Where my fingers had been, they left almost the whole area wet and unfrozen. I wiped my hands on my skirt to try and take a look at the strange person.

They were peering behind a pine tree, light brown hair and little horns on top of his head. He was hairy in the middle of his chest and legs. His legs were a darker color than the rest of his hair; instead of feet he had hooves. I pay attention to mythology enough to recognize a faun, not that I have ever seen one in the flesh. I picked up one of the objects to find it wrapped in some brown paper and tied up with a string. Lucy joined me in picking up his parcels.

"Uh, Ch…gk, ch" The faun was coming out behind the tree, making random noises.

"Were you hiding from us?" Lucy peered up at him as we neared closer.

"Huh, um, n..n…no, I..I…I didn't want to scare you." He began to reach for his parcels as well as his umbrella, getting over his stuttering.

"Well it's a little too late for that; you scared her that's for sure." I commented. He glanced at me, taking in my appearance. He seemed young, well as young as a faun could be, I guess. He had a small beard; it fit him, his eyes kind and curious.

"If you don't mind my asking…what are you?" Lucy stared at his hooves. He snapped his head away from mine to widen his eyes at Lucy.

"Why, I'm a faun!" he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And you must be some beardless dwarf and its…?" He looked at me curiously. "What are you?"