Disclaimer: Every character/place/thing/talking beats and/or tree you recognize belongs to mister C.S Lewis who has written these wonderful books, but the kiss that this story will be referring to is from the move of Prince Caspian

Please keep in mind that I am only on the fifth chapter of the Voyage of the Dawn Treader so don't be too hard on me.

It Started Out as a Feeling

It started out as a feeling,

Which then grew into a hope

Which then turned into a quite thought

Which then turned into a quite word

Lucy Pevensie was a quiet young girl, named after her aunt who she loved very much. She had also had two uncles and of course her mother. She lived in a big home with her mother and her aunt. They told her stories of her father who was a great man, a soldier who her mother had to leave.

"But why mother, why did you have to leave my father?"

"I did what I did because everything has it's time Lucy, everything must end so that something else can begin." Her mother was a wise woman with shining brown eyes and curling dark hair. She walked gracefully and took their horse, Aslan, for a ride every morning.

Every possible (and sometimes impossible) weekend, Lucy and her household residents would spend the afternoon (sometimes a whole weekend if Lucy was lucky) with her uncle Peter (and her uncle Edmund would bring his wife and children along) who lived in the most beautiful house Lucy had ever seen in her fourteen years of life.

She loved her three cousins and thought of them as her own siblings (they thought of her the same way), Charles Louis Pevensie (who was Peter's only child and a single year younger than Lucy herself) Digory Harold Pevensie (who was Edmund's eldest son, at ten years old) and Caroline Helen Alice Pevensie (Eight years old).

The most curious room in the entire house was the room Lucy (or any of the other children for that matter) was never aloud to enter. It was on the second floor at the end of the hall and had the goldest door knob Lucy had ever seen.

On this particular weekend all the children's aunts and uncles and moms and dads left on a vacation to an American city called Las Vegas, "It's no place for children." Uncle Peter told Lucy.

The children were left all alone in Peter's house (unless you count the old kook who lived in the loft whose name was Professor Kirke, and apparently their parents did).

"I say we go into the forbidden room." Lucy heard her younger cousins' whisper.

Lucy rolled her eyes as she strode around the corner to find the youngest children huddling in front of the door. They gasped as they caught sight of their eldest cousin.

"You can go in, but there is no way I-" but she never finished hr sentence for Charles jumped up and ran at the door opening and staring confusedly into the dark room.

"What is it Charles?" Caroline asked standing up as well.

"A wardrobe."

"A what?" All the children said at once, all taking their own steps towards the door.

"A wardrobe." He repeated stepping into the room and peering at the dark wood, it had pictures carved into it, across the two doors a great lion sat mighty and tall on a beach, there was a castle in the background and clouds over head.

"A lion?" Lucy said curiously, for of course (having not heard the tales of the land her mother and aunts and uncles once ruled over) at that moment she did not know that the proud lion was actually The Lion.

"So it seems dearest Lucy, but what could this possibly be?" Charles said pointing at a carving of a creature that the children had never seen, half man half goat standing with a small girl.

"What a scary creature!" Digory exclaimed. Though of course those of you that read this story know that the creature in the carving was not scary at all for he was kind and caring Mr. Tumnus, a man of his word that was nice to the children's aunt many years ago (almost seventeen in English years and over a thousand in Narnian).

"Well shall we have a look?" Charles asked suddenly and all the children stared at him like they would stare at dear old Professor Kirke.

"Well if Uncle Peter does not want us going into this room there must be a reason." He exclaimed, "and it is obviously not this wardrobe itself, but if could be whatever lies inside the wardrobe."

"Oooh." Went his cousins.

Lucy was first to open the door and split the lion in half. They all gazed wide eyed into the wood. "This is it? A bunch of fur coats?" Digory said scoffing and turned on his heel. "I'm going to watch television."

"But there must be something!" exclaimed his little sister who ran into the wardrobe. The others waited a few moments, but when the coats became still on there hooks and Caroline did not return, Lucy stepped inside herself and found that she was followed by her cousins.

"Carri?" The children called.

"Oh you have to see this! It is oh so wonderful!" Her small voice called.

The three children started to push harder as they came to the back of the wardrobe and found that they were no longer pushing coats out of the way, but tree branches, and they found no echo of wood under their feet but the crunching of branches.

Then they found little Caroline standing in front of what appeared to be a lamp post. "Isn't it wonderful!" She exclaimed and the children all smiled as they peered around at the forest they stood in. There was flowers that seemed to be dancing in non-existent wind and butterfly's that flew around with the flowers, and beautiful small voices sang. There were mountains in the view and hills in another, and the sound of a great river could be heard.

"What a curious place." Digory said.

"Where do you suppose we are?" Charles asked suddenly and Lucy looked at him and shrugged, though she felt a longing as though she was in a place where she truly belonged.