The Spirit of Narnia

"Spirit Kirk"

As the day grew old, a young girl, no older than 13 in appearance, walked out of the old wardrobe in her "father's" mansion. Today was a special day, today was the day that she would meet the people who would change the course of Narnias history forever. Only, they didn't know that. As she walked down the stairs, she heard the door open. Being the cautious person she was, she quickly hid in the closest room.

"Now the professor is not accompanied to having many children in the house,"  the Macready said, "so there are a few rules you must follow. There will be no shouting, or running, no improper use of the dumbwaiter, and NO," The girl jumped at her sudden change in tone, "touching of the historical artifacts! And above all, there shall be no disturbing, of the professor." She hid in the room until she was certain that everyone was gone. Sticking her head out of the doorway and looking around. Satisfied, she walked out and silently closed the door behind her.

"Hello," said a young boy's voice, making the girl jump in surprise, "who are you?"

"Spirit Kirk," she said without missing a beat, "and you are?"

"Peter Pevensie!" Peter had blond hair and the deepest ocean blue eyes that Spirit had ever seen. Though she would never admit it, they reminded her of home.

"Nice to meet you Peter," Spirit replied, as she walked away.

"Would you like to meet my siblings?" He sounded flustered, almost desperate. She couldn't refuse, they both knew that, just for different reasons.

"How many are you?"

"Four"

"I'd be honored to meet them."

"Great! Follow me!" As they walked around the mansion, Spirit took the chance to get to know this odd boy, Peter, a bit. He was 13 years old, and the eldest out of his siblings.

Walking through the halls in an awkward silence, Peter allowed his mind to wander. He wondered why Ms. Macready never told them of another child in the mansion. He wondered why this girl, who could be no older than him, seemed to have the knowledge of a thousand years hidden in her eyes, barely shadowing the weight of a thousand wars.

When they reached the room, where his siblings were sitting, he held the door open as she walked inside. There were three children, two girls and one boy. The youngest girl had short shoulder length brown hair, and brownish blue eyes that were full of wonder. She called herself 'Lucy.' The older girl, had longer brown hair, and blue eyes. She called herself 'Susan'. The boy had raven dark hair and brown eyes, he called himself 'Edmund'.

Out of all the siblings, she could already feel herself connecting the quickest to Lucy, she seemed a sweet girl, so innocent and unready for the horrors that were already set for her future, she worried, she wondered, she hoped.

No.

She didn't hope.

She had given up hope when that witch stole her home, her sanctuary. One day maybe she would hope again, but as of now she would focus on safely delivering the hope of Narnia to the people that she loves.

"German aircraft carried out several attacks on Great Britain last night..." Susan turned off the radio, a look of worry masked my that of annoyance. Peter looked back at her, and his sister gestured to Lucy, who was sitting in her bed unable to sleep.

"The sheets feel scratchy" the young girl whimpered, unshed tears filled her eyes, but she didn't entirely know why.

"Wars don't last forever, Lucy. We'll be home soon." Peter told her, a small smile on his face. With a warmth in his eyes that was reserved for his baby sister only.

"If home's still there."

"Isn't time you were in bed?" Susan said to her brother. Annoyance and frustration laced into her voice. Why did he have to be so difficult?

"YES, Mum!"

"ED!" Peter yelled at him, anger clear in his voice and expression, but his face softened as he turned to Lucy, "You saw the outside. This place is huge. We'll be able to do whatever we want. Tomorrow's going to be great." Lucy looked up at him, clearly not believing his words, "Really." Lucy's small lips turned up slightly at the sincerity in her older brothers voice. He was older, which meant he knew things, this must be one of the things that younger kids like her, would learn as they grew up.

Spirit smiled at the small family scene in front of her, and once again wished that she had someone to share moments like this with. Someone to hold her in their arms, to whisper into her ears that "It's okay" even when she knows it's not. Someone that would shelter her from the monsters and shadows that already reside in her mind.

And the corner of her lips curled upwards ever so slightly, at the sound of the eldest Pevensie talking animatedly about their plans for tomorrow. And she felt the gates the guard her heart, to protect herself from letting anyone in that she knew would leave, open in the slightest, and the soft laughter slipping out of the Pevensie girls lips.

• • • •

The next morning, Spirit awoke to the calming pitter-patter of rain against glass. Going outside was certainly out of the question. Making her way down the stairs, Spirit pondered on how she would explain everything to the four siblings that she had grown fond of quite quickly. One couldn't exactly walk up to another and tell them that they are from a magical world that can be accessed through a wardrobe that only lets you in at the right time. Spirit was snapped out of her thoughts by a certain brunette girl trying to get her older brother's attention

"Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar." Susan says, playing a game she created with a dictionary, "Come on, Peter Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar."

"Is it Latin?" Boredom and annoyance quite thick in his voice.

"Yes..."

"Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?" Edmund says, suddenly sitting up from where he was laying on the floor, a smug grin on his face as the two Pevensie boys broke out in laughter.

Slamming the book shut, Susan held the most annoyed face that Spirit had ever seen, and she had spent years being looked after by the Macready.

"We could play hide-and-seek" Lucy suggests walking over from the window, her voice desperate, and bored.

"But we're already having so much fun!"

If she were any other girl, Spirit might have laughed at the obvious sarcasm in the blondes voice. But even the word "laugh" felt odd on her lips.

"Please, please, please." Lucy begs her oldest brother, giving him her best puppy eyes and muttering one more small, "Please?"

The boy stares at his sister for a moment, knowing that he can't say no, for there was truly nothing else to do, and he couldn't think of a better idea.

Rolling his eyes, the boy let's out a soft chuckle, "one, two, three," Lucy smiled at him, the first real smile any of the siblings had seen from her since their father left for war.

Spirit saw this as her chance, taking Lucy's hand and leading her out of the room.
"I know the perfect hiding spot," the older girl whispered into her small companions ear. Spirit couldn't help but feel guilty as the young girl smiled at her. This small girl, not even 10 yet, would be facing all of the terrors that have overridden the once peaceful land of Spirits origin. Spirit almost hoped that these four wouldn't be the ones.

But like I said, Spirit had given up on hope.