"You ready?" Peter asked the others as they gathered in the dusty bedroom, the giant wardrobe looming over their heads. They all nodded, their smiles bright and brilliant as they fixed their thick coats, ready to enter Narnia.
Lucy rushed forward, wanting to be the first to enter the wardrobe, despite the fact it was around their thirtieth visit to the land. She slowly turned the wardrobe handle, the others not hesitating or stopping her. This is what she loved. The anticipation of which part of the Narnian forest they would enter, or whether it would be the bare back wooden wardrobe panel.
Lucy stepped in, a breeze tickling her face through the hung-up material around her. Susan followed, Edmund trailing her with Peter bringing up the rear. He carefully closed the oak door behind them and they stood in darkness for a moment, surrounded by fur coats, letting the hype build up among them until they entered their paradise.
"Actually...I'll go first this time." Susan thought aloud, craving the scenery- she just couldn't wait any longer!
She saw Peter accept this idea, his blonde hair inclining towards her slightly. Susan parted the coats in the centre and propelled herself through. She stepped out of the wardrobe, instantly blinded by a startling bright light.
"AGH!" She cried, clamping a hand over her face to shield her eyes.
Edmund, who excited the furniture last, only witnessed the light dying down but felt the Earth move slightly. He glanced down and saw not snow, but a metal box and he glanced up cautiously.
His siblings were not in front of him.
Susan took her hands away from her face and glanced around, confused. She noticed Peter standing to her left, with Edmund on her right. Both were stood on a small shiny cube. Even more worrying was Lucy, on the same sort of object but lying close to Peters box.
Susan exhaled slowly as Lucy stirred, her worry easing slightly.
Confused and disoriented, Peter attempted to lift his foot and step off his platform, but alas, he could not. His glorious eyebrows knitted together as a voice rang out:
"May the odds be ever in your favour."
"Let the Hunger Games begin."
And there was a countdown.