The Wolf, the Pevensies, and the Wardrobe

Chapter 3: Cookies

Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia, but I do own my character.

Chapter 3: Cookies

"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred…ready or not here I come." Were they playing another round? Lucy rushed out the wardrobe before I could stop her. I know how crazy our little journey would sound and impossible to others. Lucy ran out into the hallways.

"I'm back, I'm back, it's alright!" Lucy yelled slightly, coming to a stop in front of the drapes from before. Edmund's head popped out of the curtains, giving us a traditional glare.

"Shh, he's coming." Peter rounded about the corner.

"You know, I'm not sure if you three have quite gotten the idea of this game!" Peter eyed the three of us. Edmund gave a sigh before throwing the drapes behind him and glaring daggers at Peter now.

"But weren't you wondering where we were?" Edmund now turned to glare at his sister.

"That's the point! That's why he was seeking you!" He sent me a glare as if to say 'Don't think you've been left out!' before turning back to glare at Lucy.

"Does this mean I win?" Susan walked up to us.

"I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore." Peter crossed his arms.

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We were now in the spare room, analyzing the wardrobe.

"The only wood is the back of the wardrobe." Susan came out, after leaning in and knocking to prove there was a back. Edmund had gone back to the wall and knocked on the back there as well.

"One game at a time Lu, we don't all have your imagination." The three stood back as if ganging up on me and Lucy.

"Victoria was there too! And I wasn't imagining!"

"That's enough." Susan stated.

"Well I believe you."Edmund said, but I could see the devious humor in his eyes.

"You do?" Lucy was surprised but most of all filled with hope.

"Yea, didn't I tell you about the football field I found in the bathroom closet?" Her hope was deflated in just three seconds.

"Why don't you just stop it, you always have to make everything worse. Grow up!" Peter suddenly ganged up on Edmund, making him turn to yell back.

"Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're not!" His face flushed with anger, he stormed out of the room.

"Well, that was nicely handled." Susan narrowed her eyes at Peter before walking out as well.

"It was really there." Lucy tried one more feeble attempt to get at least Peter to believe her.

"Susan's right. That's enough." He looked at me, as if he forgot I was there.

"And you, I don't know what you're playing at. But it's not doing us any good encouraging her."

"It's not like I have said anything." My accent suddenly becoming clear as my anger boiled. "But I do have one thing to say: We're not liars." I stormed out the room leaving Lucy and Peter by themselves. I slammed the door to my room and began to take deep breaths. Usually my anger issues aren't a problem but apparently it's been a while.

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A light knock came to my door. Glancing out the window, it was still dark. Groaning I got up, not bothering to pick up the pillow that was once again thrown to the floor. I pulled the door open to not see anyone. I saw a little light flicker before I looked down and saw Lucy. She had on her night gown, boots, and a candle in her hand. She gave me a toothy smile and gave me her doe eyes.