This is based on the time after the events of The Last Battle. Enjoy!
I'm Pricilla. I know; lame name for a warrior. You might say my parents should've known better. But they don't know about this. The warrior side of me, I mean. They don't even know about the wardrobe.
Okay, I really need to slow down. Four years ago, I brought the wardrobe at a garage sale from someone named Susan Gilles.
When I said I'd get it, Susan gave me this strange look. I felt like she was deciding whether I was fit to own it. She nodded and smiled. When I was leaving, she looked straight at me.
"When you think all hope is lost," She said. "Stand inside, and shut the door." I nodded, looking confused, but that was before I knew.
That was when I was nine years old. I'm thirteen now. A day doesn't go by I don't thank Susan. She really did save me.
That year, fourth grade, my friends were mean to me and the school bully picked me as a target. I hated going to school. I tried to tell my parents, but they were convinced I did something to them first. I remembered what Susan told me. When you think all hope is lost, stand inside, and shut the door. I didn't want to fool myself by thinking standing inside my dresser would help me. I didn't. Not at first, anyway.
On October 20th, nearly two months after my fourth grade year started, my friends told me they hated me. I didn't know why. I kept their secrets, let them borrow dry clothes after a water balloon fight, complimented them all the time, and we all got along fine. I was so hurt, I went home and cried for two hours on my bed. Then, when I was out of tears, I looked at the wardrobe closely. I'd kept my dresses in there, but I'd always been sure to keep the door open, just in case.
I got up, and walked over to the wardrobe. It was true. All hope was lost. I reached out slowly for the handle. I pulled the door open and a couple of mothballs fell out, but other than that, nothing happened.
I stepped into the raised platform on the inside, turned around and closed the door. I didn't feel any different, but the wardrobe suddenly was full of warm fresh air. I looked around, but I only saw coats. I kept walking farther and farther expecting to see a flat of wood at the back.
I didn't.
But what I did see, was something beyond comprehension. It was a wood. Well, not exactly. It was a clearing in the middle of the wood. So, of course, I ventured out in the woods…
That was four years ago. I'm thirteen now. Almost all of the magic is gone.