Narnia : Love From Different Worlds [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Broken Paths<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The room looked the exact same as it did four years ago, it was the only room that hadn't changed. The small room with a high, light blue ceiling and pure white painted walls, contrasting with the dark wood floor was almost too perfect. The room looked like it had never been entered before, but there wasn't one spec of dust or spider web. There was no electrical light in the room, only the tall skinny window on the left wall. The perfectly square room was spotless. Except for one piece of furniture.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter, Lucy, Susan and Edmund all laid their eyes upon the tall standing auburn dresser. It had stunning twists on the top ends and gold paint on the doors, giving it a magic feel. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />A giant smile appeared on Lucy's face. She gasped and ran towards the wardrobe. Peter walked up to it, running his fingers along the gold paint.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"It's still here." he said, examining it. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Do you think it's still..." Edmund said, stepping closer and putting his hand on the door knob. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Let's find out, shall we?" Susan excitedly walked over.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The four siblings stood once more in front of an- what seemed to be- ordinary closet. They gazed at it, mesmerized. Lucy anxiously placed her hand on the other knob and starting tugging at the door to open. It wouldn't budge.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />She looked over, confused at Peter and he returned the same expression. Why wouldn't it open? This time, Edmund stepped in, jiggling at the knob. The door shook on it's hinges but didn't open.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"There must be some sort of lock." Susan pointed out, kneeling down to look at the knobs.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"There wasn't a lock on it before." Lucy said, after all, she HAD been the one to discover the amazing wardrobe in the first place.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Lu, that was four years ago, you might not remember..." Susan said, now feeling around the wood for a bumped lock. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy didn't reply, but she glared at Susan. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Let me try" Peter nudged Edmund out of the way and started jiggling violently at the door handles. This time, the wardrobe it's self started bouncing around. Just as quickly, Susan stopped him.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Peter stop, they'll hear us." <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter stepped back and looked at the wardrobe dumbfounded. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"This doesn't make sense, why would it be locked?" Lucy asked. Truthfully, nobody could reply with one hundred percent guarantee. They all wondered that.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Probably to protect what's inside." Edmund said, as if it were obvious. Although it was, the children still didn't understand why it was important to keep what was inside the wardrobe locked.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Do you think they know?" Lucy said.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"They can't." Peter disagreed.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Well it's possible," Susan began. "They could have been looking in the wardrobe and naturally fell in."<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"You don't fall into a wardrobe. Something's up." Edmund said, sighing loudly.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Maybe they aren't trying to protect THAT." Susan started to reason. "It could be anything, they're just keeping it in the closet."<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Fur coats isn't exactly something I'd bother to lock up." Edmund said.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"It could be anything..." Peter started. His sentence melted as he gazed off into focusing on the magnificent wardrobe once more.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Whatever is in there, we have to open it somehow." Lucy concluded, knocking on the wood door with a fist. "I think it's thin enough we could break it!" she exclaimed happily. Just as quickly, her smile disappeared with Peter's words; "We can't break it Lu, it's not ours so it would be considered vandalizing. And how do you think they'd react to a giant hole in a wardrobe they locked up for a reason?" <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"We could say it was an accident." Edmund reasoned, perking up a bit.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Drop it guys, we'll find another way to open it, that's not as obvious." Susan pointed out.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter sighed and walked towards the far wall opposite the wardrobe. He slid down, sitting against it examining the wardrobe.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy walked over and sat next to him. She laid her head on him, disappointed. "Don't worry, we'll find a way to open it." Peter reassured her. The problem was, he wasn't sure if that was true.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN HERE?"<br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy jumped and hugged Peter, his eyes immediately darted at the door. Edmund jumped back, startled and Susan let out a little scream.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />In the door stood Madame Minx. She had on an extremely elegant and clearly valuable dress with a fur coat on top of it. Her hair was done in a high bun and she had on too much makeup. If her face wasn't so red from anger, she might have even looked decent.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Nobody answered. They all looked at her, shocked. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Well?" she said impatiently, placing her dainty hands on her hips.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Finally, Edmund spoke. "You didn't tell us we couldn't go in any rooms!" He tried to make his voice sound big, but he obviously felt nervous for speaking back. Then again, there wasn't much she could do as a punishment considering the general rules resembled much like punishments themselves.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"A closed door means no entry." Madame Minx said sternly. She looked directly at Edmund, and he looked right back at her. They seemed to be having a staring contest. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Madame Minx broke first. She pointed at the door and out in the corridor. "To your rooms! Now!" She ordered, raising her voice. It was obvious the house rules didn't apply to her. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Nobody except Edmund moved. He lowered his head and slowly walked to the door. "All of you." Madame Minx said. With that, she turned around and marched out of the room, surveying that they reached their bedroom.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Stay in there for the rest of the night." Madame Minx stiffened up, pursed her lips and walked carefully down the stairs in her heigh heeled boots. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter shut the door behind him.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Well that was useless." He said, slumping down on his bed and lying on his back.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Not completely." Susan reasoned. "We found out there was something in the cupboard they didn't want us to know about." <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"But what does that have to do with anything?" Peter's voice remained calm.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I'm not sure what, but definitely something." Susan concluded. She sat down on the Peter's bed with him. He sat up so they sat next to each other.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy and Edmund joined them, sitting across from them on Edmund's identical bed.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"So how are we going to open it?" Lucy started. "Did you find a key hole anywhere Susan?" <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"No, but i think i felt something near the door knob. I didn't have time to look before Minx barged in, but I think it was imprinted symbol or something. That might help."<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Any idea what it was?" Edmund asked. Susan shook her head disappointingly. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"What if it really is just a closet?" Peter pointed out. The sad thing is, there was a huge possibility that it could be. Magic portals to another world don't stay open for ever.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I only came back to this foul place to return to Narnia, if we are not going to, I think it's time we get back on the train." Peter said. The others were obviously just as disappointed about the locked door as he was, but that didn't mean they were going to give up as easily.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I think we should go back and check tomorrow." Lucy peeped. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Nothing would have changed Lu." Susan replied sadly.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Maybe not-" Lucy began. "But i saw a cupboard that had lots of keys in it. Maybe we can try them all." <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I saw that cupboard too." Edmund mentioned. "But there are more then fifty keys in there, it would take forever to find the right one." <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Everyone was quiet. They all knew he was right, but just didn't want to admit it. Getting back to their second, magical world would be harder then the first time.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I think we all just have to deal with the fact we're not going back." Peter said lowly. Susan breathed in heavily.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"But what if-" <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"No Lucy, if Narnia needs us, they'll bring us to them. There's no use trying to be somewhere we are not needed." Edmund interrupted. Lucy sighed and leaned back in her bed, pulling the covers over her.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />That night, she couldn't sleep. Dozens of thoughts were buzzing through her head with possibilities why the wardrobe was locked. Did someone not want them in there? Who? Would they ever open the wardrobe? What would they find on the other side of the wooden doors?</pre>