"How would it be if you came and had tea with me?" The words echoed in Lucy's mind as she galloped through the forrest. She was only but a child the last time she saw him. Much to young. Now as she raced towards his cave, being the grown up she likes to think she is, she could have a chance. It never was a secret to her siblings how much she adored him, she only talked about him ALL the time. Him, "Mr. Tumnus" the man of her dreams. Well, sorta. He was a Faun, a half man half goat by definition. But by her definition he was more a man than most of the human men she'd ever mer. At least from what she remembered. All the over exaggerated and glorified memories she had of him made her absolutely infatuated with him.
"Lucy! Lucy!" She reered her horse and turned to see who had called. She didn't see anyone and was about to go off again when she heard "Lucy!" She looked around, "Down here, silly!" She looked down to see a beaver. He was panting, aparently out of breath trying to chase down Lucy. "Oh hello there! Can I help you?" Lucy said smiling down at him. "I just had to catch you before you went down that path there! A princess like you shouldn't go down into such dark woods alone. Even with the White Witch gone it is still a dangerous place for anyone to venture alone!" He was still a bit out of breath but was managing to catch it again. Lucy Laughed, "Oh nonsense! I'll be fine, I've rode through here plenty of times before. Besides I have to go quickly and see Mr. Tumnus! For all I know he could be leaving now!" "But your higness, I couldn't possibly let you go alone!" "I. Will. Be. Fine. Now I will be on my way." She galloped away before he could speak another word. Back in England when she was still a little girl, she dreamed of animals being able to talk, now she finds them to be quite annoying at times.
As she rode down the street she saw cars passing by, kids on bicycles and could hear a train in the distance. But those were only illusions of her old life. The train was a wolf howl, the kids on bicycles, were squirrels running to their trees. The cars were, what? She could have sworn she actually saw a car, but it couldn't have been! Cars weren't in Narnia. What did she see? Then she saw it again, it was not a car, it was something far, far, worse.