-Tamm

PS, The summary was horrible. I didn't have enough space to say all that I wanted to say. This story DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY ROMANTIC THEMES (at least, not with the Pevensies or any of my characters...)

PPS, I am making corrections to my story, so bear with me. I am also in college currently, so my time is limited. This story is based on my family, and most of the stuff in our world is actually true. Jonathan is based on me... (and therefore, he is the one the story follows.) I tried to make it as if I went to Narnia, as far as how I would react to things and such. Again, reviews are nice!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters, and my plot.

The Consequences of Entering Narnia
By Tamm

Ch.1 - The Beginning

Isaac, Jonathan, Abby, and Hannah were exploring their new house. They had moved from America to Ireland. Their dad, John Callicott, was an extremely successful business man who had finally retired, bringing his family from their moderately large home in Missouri to a large mansion on a vast country estate. The house came fully furnished, and it was filled with various strange objects.

Jonathan was looking around his large room with great satisfaction. The floors had a thick cushion on them that would be perfect for tumbling, the bed was large, and two of the walls were made entirely of stocked bookshelves. Looking at one of them, he noticed a minute difference in the alignment of the shelves. He ignored it and tested the thickness of the floor pad by dropping on to it. It was really soft!

The door burst open and his siblings entered. "Wow, nice room!" Hannah said. She was the youngest, and the smallest, but she was fun. Her long brown hair was often pulled into a ponytail as she ran around. "It's okay, I guess, but I like mine better." Abby said. She was the second youngest, and although she was two years behind Jonathan, she was slightly taller. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was often loose. The last of Jonathan's siblings, Isaac, gazed around the room. "Cool bookshelves," he remarked. He was the oldest, and the tallest. He had wavy blonde hair that he always said was too long.

"Yeah, the bookshelves are sweet, but I think there is something wrong with this part," Jonathan said, pointing to the misaligned part. He was short, his brown hair shaved down to a short quarter inch. Isaac looked at the shelf. "It looks fine to me," he said. "It should go like this," Jonathan said. He gripped the shelf and pushed it up slightly. There was a rumble, and then the bookcase swung open, revealing a long hallway with a light at the end. Abby screamed slightly, Hannah gasped, and all of them looked down the passage.

A cool wind blew in their faces, bringing the scent of musty things to their noses. Jonathan grinned. "I love my room!" he said before entering the passageway. The others shrugged and followed. Jonathan turned quickly. "We need to have someone on the other side so we can try to open the door from this side, so we don't get trapped-". The door swung shut with a click. There was no latch, handle, or any other type of way to re-open it from this side.

Jonathan groaned. "Maybe this hallway will lead to a door we can open." he said. He trotted off down the hall, the girls following and Isaac bringing up the rear. At the end of the hall was an open door. It was made of carved and partially gilded wood. Through the door was the outside--grassy hills, trees, flowers, and a warm sun. The only problem was that it was winter. This place seemed to be in the summer months.

Abby narrowed her eyes. "How?" All the others were equally dumbstruck. They were all thinking of that magical land that they had read of, the land that was called Narnia. But surely that was just fiction, right? In addition, Narnia was destroyed in the 1950's or something, right? So how could it be here?

Jonathan finally spoke. "I don't know how, but I think this is Narnia, guys. Even if it isn't Narnia, that's how I always imagined it. I'm goin' in." He stepped through the door into The World.