A Second Chance

Chapter 9

There was still one thing she had to do before she left to return home later that evening. The house was getting dark so Susan lit a candle then made her way through the familiar hallways and up the stairs which were now so old they creaked when she stepped on them. Finally she reached the door. She took a deep breath then opened it. The room was just how it had been years ago. And there the wardrobe sat, the white sheet still laying in a heap on the ground next to it. Susan slowly walked towards it. Her hand shook as she raised it. She was about to grab the door handle and open it, but she hesitated. But then, after swallowing hard, she grasped the handle and pulled the door open.

She held her breath as she carefully stepped inside. Goosebumps arose on her arm when she felt a subtle breeze blow from the back of the wardrobe. Then suddenly she thought she heard a deep whisper calling her name.

"Susan...Susan..."

"Aslan?" Susan whispered in a most shaky voice.

"Daughter of Eve..." The voice whispered once again, and it was indeed Aslan, she could tell. Susan made her way farther into the wardrobe, being careful to push the coats out of the way so they wouldn't catch fire from her candle. She took a deep breath as she pushed away the last row of coats. She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart that when she opened them she would once again see Narnia from the back of the wardrobe.

But, to her dismay her wish was not so. The only woods was the back of the wardrobe. Susan bit her quivering lip. All she wanted was to be in Narnia again, she could barely stand the homesickness.

"Susan..." The whisper echoed through the wardrobe again.

"Aslan?" Susan cried in a soft whimper.

"Susan," It said again. "I am here. Do not be upset. Things never happen the same way twice, this way to Narnia was closed long ago."

"I know, Aslan, but I just want to go home." Susan cried putting a hand to her face.

"You will come home." Aslan assured her.

"But when? And how?" Susan asked.

"That is not for you to know."

"Are you sure I'll even come back?"

"Yes. Have faith, dear one." And with that another breeze blew and Aslan was gone. But with the breeze a feeling of peace came over Susan.

"Aslan, you know what you're doing." She said, now trusting him with all her heart.

She emerged from the wardrobe and slowly shut the door. Step by step she backed out of the Spare room. She took one last look at that wardrobe, then she shut the door, locking the wardrobe and all it's magic inside.