Narnia : Love From Different Worlds [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Pine Trees<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The next morning, Lucy slide her bare feet onto the cold wooden floor. Her light pink nightgown followed her flowing body as she swiftly crept across the floor to the door.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />It was still dark outside, so it was obviously still early in the morning. All her siblings were still asleep. Not even the maids were walking around the house sweeping the baseboards of the house.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />She passed a tall grandfather clock, it read 5:45 am. She had trained herself to wake up extremely early. If everyone else had lost hope in trying to find a passageway to their kingdom, it would be left in her hands to do so. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy crept down the hallway, careful not to take heavy steps or trip on something. She couldn't see very well because she didn't want to turn on a light and take the risk of waking someone up. This had to be done quietly, and alone.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />She turned to her left, just as she had done with her siblings yesterday then made an immediate right to arrive at the familiar door. She placed her hand on the cold brass doorknob and turned it slowly, then pushed the door open.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The room looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, but except for the sun's raise shining through the window lighting up the room, now the faint moon's raise cast a vast shadow on the floor. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy pressed both her hands on either handle of the wardrobe and tugged it lightly. The doors swung open with ease and she stood back, alarmed. Why had it been so easy for her, and even Peter found it hard? She wasn't stronger then him...<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The inside of the closet was just as she remembered. It seemed this room was the only intact room from the last time she had been at the manor. The wardrobe was full with fur coats in four different colours. The first was grey with a raccoon print collar, the one Edmund has worn during their last visit to Narnia. Next to it were two almost black ones, she and Susan had worn.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy brushed her hand against it, interwinding her fingers with the warm fur, remembering the memories she had had in Narnia before. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The one furthest to the right was brown with beige accents, Peter's coat. When the children first entered Narnia, it had been wintertime so they took the fur coats for their journey.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Excitedly, Lucy pulled her coat off of the hanger and draped it around herself. It was heavy, but not as heavy as she remembered it. Probably because she grew since her last visit.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy dug her hands in the pockets of her coat, wondering if she had left anything in it. Nothing. Lucy gazed into the closet one last time before taking a bog breath, filling her face with a smile and stepped inside, pressing her body to the other coats.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The same second that her foot touched the wardrobe floor, she heard footsteps. Quickly, Lucy pulled the coat over head to hide her face, leaving a little gap for her eyes to look out.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />She was expecting a maid or Madame minx to come snooping around the corner. But who turned that corner was completed different.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter had on plaid blue and yellow pyjama pants, leaving his torso bare for the rising sun's raise to shine on it. Lucy gasped, then half- regretted it. She imagined what would happen if Peter found her snooping around the memorable room. If he had anything against her, she could remind him that he was creeping around as well.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy cautiously stepped out of the cupboard, slowly enough not to startle Peter. She mumbled a shy hello and looked up at his tired face. Lucy was surprised that Peter's face showed no emotion of fear. He seemed relaxed and calm.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Looking for Narnia again, i'm guessing?" Peter said, gazing at the grand cupboard that towered in front of him and Lucy. She nodded smugly, then turned to face him. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"It just doesn't make sense" Lucy whined. Peter nodded. It didn't make any sense how a mere two years ago, the closet had been a portal to their second home, and now it was just a closet. It bothered the two of them too much why the closet the locked. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter did a double take on the armoire. It was open. Lucy had opened it. His jaw dropped in awe. Lucy wasn't THAT strong, was she? He though, amazed.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Just as though Lucy was reading his thoughts, she brought up her opening. "It was easy to open. I barely even tugged in the handle. I'm not sure why you and Edmund couldn't open it." Lucy whispered.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter raised his eyes and shrugged unknowingly. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Some things are left better a mystery." He sighed, one more running his finger through the hand carved indents in the wardrobe. "Have you been in yet?" He asked, nodding his head towards the closet. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />It was wide enough for Lucy to slip through, leaving space of either side of her. But the four, now three fur coats hung on the hangers blocking the view of what laid beyond them. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />The grandfather clock chimed. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Six times, it was 6 o'clock and maids and housekeepers were probably sleepily slipping out of bed. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy looked nervously as Peter. Without saying anything, they two jumped into the closet, leaving the doors open behind them. They nestled themselves in between the fur coats. The warm fur prickled on Peter's bare chest. He remembered pulling the beige coat off the hanger and draping it around himself the first time he had entered Narnia. Peter noticed Lucy was wearing was already wearing her coat. He dragged his off the hanger and slid his arms in either side, leaving his chest still open.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Peter what if it's different? What if it's changed?" Lucy peeped, whispering through Susan and Edmund's coat that hung between them. <br style="line-height: 17px;" />"Every time we've got to Narnia, it's changed. I can't tell you how much, but just be ready for anything. Right?" Peter whispered back.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy nodded. "Anything."<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter pushed the coats to the side. He was half expecting to see a wood wall. It felt stupid enough, standing in a crammed closet wearing a fur coat with a 13 year old. But looking for a magical land in a closet was far past crazy. It wasn't possible to get even crazier, so why not?<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />A cold gust blew on his face, sending his hair flying backwards. Lucy spat out a strand of hair that had flown in her face. The two were both in shock. They looked around them. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />What they had been in a moment ago was a crowded closet. Now, the two siblings stood in the middle of a forest. Pine trees towered above their heads and spread out in every direction and went on for what looked like miles. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Snow peacefully rested on the tree branches. It was lightly snowing, dotting Lucy and Peter's hair. It was completely silent. Not even a squirrel in search for food was visible. <br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />Lucy's mouth stretched into a large smile. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the magical looking forest. Peter stood by her side, also admiring the woods. He too was smiling.<br style="line-height: 17px;" /><br style="line-height: 17px;" />"You were right." Peter whispered, looking at Lucy. She turned to face him.<br style="line-height: 17px;" />"I knew the entrance hadn't closed up." <br style="line-height: 17px;" />Peter smiled in return, not having anything to say. Lucy was always right. She always had an instinct that none of the other siblings had. Without it, they lost hope much faster. Without Lucy, bearing the special gift, neither Peter or Lucy would be where they were now, in Narnia.</pre>