I realize this is quite short and I'm not completely comfortable in the Chronicles of Narnia fandom yet but I decided to post it anyway...
Yeah, second fanfiction!
I sadly, own nothing
'Going Home'
Lucy gently brushed her fingertips over the intricately carved wood. It was strange, a room with a single door and window and a large wardrobe. To the inexperienced person it would seem quite ordinary, plain, and simple. They would glance around the room unimpressed and pass on, never quite knowing the reason they stopped to examine the room in the first place- never understanding the magic.
Lucy turned the small knob and opened the door, the flame of her candle flickering then dying as a foreign wind blew across her face. A wind that carried smells of pine, snow, and cold.
She stepped inside, her heart beating like a caged bird against her chest. The world beyond the large fur coats and moth balls was real, somehow she would prove it. Prove to her elder siblings that just because a young girl talks of a faun and an ever-lasting winter, it does not make her foolish. Lucy Pevensie was no liar.
But Peter, Edmund, and Susan could wait, while they slept unaware of the truly wonderful things inside this very large, very old house she would be in Narnia.
She hoped Mr Tumnus was alright, he had already risked such a great deal for her.
With a quick breathe she stepped forward, her hands pushing aside coats until they met the prickling of an evergreen bough.
Without truly realizing it Lucy looked around and whispered 'Home,' indeed even years after the lifetime of Narnia she would believe that. She belonged to Narnia.
A deep permanent bond formed by a child's game, an unlocked door, and a lamp-post.
-FIN