Narnia: The Fallen Angel

02 || Into Narnia

The four siblings sat scattered all along the library room, each playing a bored expression on their faces as the pattering sound of the rain echoed in their ears. It has been a week since the Pevensies first arrived, and all they have done is stay in the study designated in their hallway since the weather hasn't exactly been to their favor this past week. All of the plans they made to play outside and visit the orchards nearby had been canceled, forcing Lucy, Edmund, and Peter to endure Susan's literature read.

"C'mon Peter, Gastrovascular!" Susan pressed her older brother, lounging back on the plush couch. She was reading one of Professor Kirke's many linguistic books, finding interest in the study of words. Peter sighed, his slumped figure slumping more into the armchair. "Is it Latin?" He guessed. Peter truly didn't want to hear anymore words coming out of Susan's mouth that was not common language. Despite his obvious disinterest in the book, Susan mustered a small and pleased smile. "Yes," She said before looking down at the large book for another word to toss at Peter.

He took notice of this and his blue eyes rolled back in annoyance. Peter had heard enough words in the past hour, and he was sure that Susan would continue until supper time. "Is it Latin for worst game ever invented?" Edmund chimed in from his position under a chair across from Peter. He moved out from under the chair so that he sat up, facing his older siblings with a coy smirk. Peter chuckled at Edmund's remark as Susan shot him a glare before slamming the book closed harshly.

Lucy was watching the rain drops cascade down the glass from her seat by the window pane when an idea popped in her head. "We can play hide and seek!" She suggested as she approached her siblings. "But we are already having so much fun," Peter droned on, momentarily glancing at Susan. Susan glared at him, rolling her eyes slightly before sighing. She thought her game of reading was enjoyable, despite what her two brothers thought.

"C'mon Peter, please!" Lucy whined, leaning into the armchair whilst pulling on his hand slightly. The other two siblings rolled their eyes discretely, watching as their baby sister began to pull at Peter's heartstrings. "Pretty please?" She added quietly, her blue round eyes pulling off an exquisite puppy face along with the slight pout of her lip and furrow of her eyebrows. It was her classic face to put on when she wanted something, and it worked almost every time. Peter stared at her for a moment, slowly beginning to cave in before a small smile grew on his face. "One, two, three,"

Almost instantly a bright smile grew on Lucy's face as Peter stood up to go towards a shelf still counting aloud. "What?" Edmund whined, begrudgingly participating in the game. Susan pulled herself off the couch and exited the room herself, rushing up the stairs and down a hallway until she hid herself in an empty chest. Lucy ran off in another direction, going up and down stairs trying to find a hiding spot to her favor. Once she found a curtain to hide behind, it was quickly stolen by Edmund who claimed he was there first. Lucy let out a huff, rolling her eyes at her brother before rushing down yet another hallway.

She ran into multiple locked doors, hearing Peter's voice as he went to numbers seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven, until she finally found an unlocked one. She pushed it open, finding it to be a spare room with no paintings or sculptures of any sort. It was odd for a room in this mansion to not have some sort of artifact, but as her gaze drifted further into the room she saw a tall, tarped object placed against the far wall. Her curiosity peaked, urging her towards the covered object as she closed the door behind her.

Lucy inched to the object, seeing a thin film of dust over the white tarp, giving her a sense that it has long since been untouched. She grabbed the tarp, pulling off it off to reveal a large wooden masterpiece placed before her. It was a wardrobe made of rich brown wood, smooth and glossy to the touch. It was littered with multiple carvings and engravings all along the wooden surface, entrancing her as she grazed her fingers gently over them. The carving of a tree in the middle of the wardrobe truly caught her eye before she twisted the knob of the wardrobe and opening it slightly.