The Honest and The Brave // Narnia

Chapter 8

I stare out the window, sitting comfortably in the bay whilst Lucy babbles on about something back home - her favourite park I believe. However, I stare longingly at the woodland in the Professor's backyard for it reminds me so much of the snowy forest that is Narnia. All of a sudden, I hear Lucy trail off in her words which causes me to shift my gaze away from outside. Instead, I watch in frustration as Andrew walks toward us once again. It's been happening for who knows how long - Peter and Andrew taking turns to try and talk to us. I don't understand how neither of them have gotten the idea yet. My brother mumbles something, but I simply glare at him until he sighs and walks away - leaving Lucy and I in silence again. Time seems to fly past, and before I can grasp the idea it's bedtime. I quickly hop into my nightgown and under the covers, squeezing my eyes shut in order to escape reality. However, before I can, Susan's voice catches my attention.

"Goodnight girls."

Sighing, I wrap myself tighter in the covers atop me whilst contemplating things. A simple reply wouldn't be too awful, after all Susan never actually said anything rude, right?

"Goodnight."

I mumble under my breath as I wait to hear if Lucy responds too. Yet, all that can be heard is a loud huff and the scratching of covers. As I snuggle down into bed, a small smile makes it's way onto my face as I realise that perhaps I do have a friend in Lucy - maybe even a best friend. With that in mind, I close my eyes in hopes of drifting off to sleep except I can't. My mind trails to Narnia, and the icicles that glitter in the sun. The comfort of Mr Tumnus's home, the magical gleam of the lamppost in the middle of the forest. Everything about it is wonderful, and the happiness causes me to fall into a deep sleep.

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"Sophia, wake up."

Groaning, I'm shaken into consciousness by small hands prodding my arm. I peel open my eyes slowly to reveal Lucy with my wellies in one hand, and a determined look on her face. Sitting up, I rub my eyes to rid my self of sleep before yawning.

"What are you doing Luce?"

My words come out mumbled and incoherent, but for some reason Lucy nods as though in understanding. She thrusts my wellness in my direction a she does, the look on her face becoming harder.

"I'm going back to Narnia. I have to make sure it was real. And you're coming with me."

The authority in her voice is so strong that I dare not refuse it. So instead, I jump out of bed quietly and throw on my wellies whilst sending a satisfied grin toward the young girl. Narnia, here we come. With a candle in hand, Lucy leads the way out of the bedroom and toward the wardrobe - our pace slow and quite in order to not attract Mrs Macready. That could be an interesting conversation that would not go down lightly. Luckily for us, as we manoeuvre through the different hallways, the flooring doesn't creek once. All of sudden, we reach the spare room that holds our magical land and my mind starts to wonder. What happens if this all is just in my head? Maybe I do need to start growing up, after all a world like this couldn't be healthy. Despite this, I carefully approach the wardrobe with my breath held - opening the door slowly. A cool breeze suddenly runs across my face and watch as the wind blows out the candle burning in Lucy's hands. The two of us share a smile before I clamber into the wooden piece of furniture, Lucy's presence following me. I walk further into the wardrobe, and the coats begin to turn into snow covered branches one again. I knew I wasn't imagining. With a soft giggle, I run out into the open forest and twirl in the snow - ignoring Lucy's snorts of laughter. I sigh in content, knowing this place is a place I belong. All of a sudden, I am being pulled in the direction of Mr Tumnus's house by an excited Lucy - our feet crunching in the snow as we figure out our way toward his house. We past the lamppost, which is still burning bright and emitting a small ounce of warmth before making a sharp left - through the snowy shrubs and the frozen tree trunks. As we do, I shudder as the cold settles over me - my arms shaking unconsciously and my teeth chattering.