A Second Wardrobe.
OK, I was bored one Sunday and was just thinking of a new story to write, when this little beauty popped into my head! Really hope you like it!
Just to make a few things clear, The Pevensies never left in Prince Caspian, and they stayed. Caspian and Susan are together and are King and Queen. Peter, Edmund and Lucy are still looking for The One. MEAN WHILE, Back in our world, a young girl called Naomi is wandering around her Uncles new mansion…
Chapter 1
I knew it was late, about one in the morning, but I just couldn't get to sleep, so I decided to have a bit of a wander. The house was huge and spooky, even in the day, so at night it was quite scary! I tip-toed pass Mum and Dad's room, and once I was out of that section of the house, I started to hum and sing to myself under my breath. I love music, singing and dancing, Mum always says to who ever will listen that it's imbedded in my soul, and it will still be with me when I die. I started twirling and doing drag runs along the long halls. I came to stop outside the door of one room, and for some strange reason, I was drawn to it, and I felt a need to see what was inside it. I wiggled the door handle, testing to see if it was locked. It opened quite easily, and I was immediately hit by the sweet and floral smell of fresh roses, and I felt my eyes close with pleasure; roses where my favourite flower and scent, and I always had a vase of red roses in my room when I was writing a new piece of music, or a song. I only realised then that instead of standing in the door way, where I thought I was, I had walked into the room and was standing beside a grand piano. I looked around the room, and felt as if it had been made for me. There were vases of fresh roses dotted around the room, colours varying from the deepest red to a light pastel pink. In one corner was a vast wardrobe, made out of a dark wood and had intricate patterns all around it. There were many other splendours that caught my eye, and maybe even more that I hadn't even noticed, but my attention kept being drawn back to one thing; the piano. I could almost feel the white ivory keys passing under my fingers, my hands running along it like a river, the sweet melody of music trickling out. In the end I simply couldn't resist, I sat on the little stool and began to play. (If any of you has heard The Meadow from the Twilight New Moon soundtrack, imagine that playing.) I sat there for what seemed forever, letting the music flow out of me as if it had been bottled for centuries, and had suddenly been uncorked. I came out of my trance with a sickening jump as I heard footsteps above, moving towards the stairs only a room away from me. I had to get out of here! Or at least hide! I wasn't supposed to be up, let alone wandering about the house, for I had promised my Uncle, Aunty and younger Brother that I wouldn't explore the house before the morning, so we could all to it together. I thought it was a joke, but my Mother had come to me with a dead serious look on her face, telling me not to even think about leaving my room before everyone else was up the next morning. I jumped up out of my seat, my head whipping around in search of a hiding place, and in the end I could only think of one place; the wardrobe. I ran to it as I heard the foot steps getting closer and closer, each step making my heart jump painfully. I opened the door, beyond thankful that it was open. I dashed inside, leaving the door only a millimetre open, so I would not be in pitch darkness and anyway, who would shut themselves in a closet? I could see shadows of feet the other side of the door, and stepped backwards further into the wardrobe, feeling for the back with my hands behind me, yet I kept moving backwards. How big is this wardrobe? I thought to myself. Don't be ungrateful! The bigger, the better; that means more hiding places! But now this was getting really weird, the wardrobe had seemed big, but surely not this big? It's just the dark playing tricks on you, I reassured myself. Suddenly, I jumped as my hands came into contact with two cold metal handles. Yes! I rejoiced to myself, hopefully this leads into the next room and I can run from there to the end of the hallway, then run as fast as I can to my room. I turned around and leaned against the door, trying to open it. With out warning, they flew open and I collapsed onto wooden floor, the room dimly but warmly lit up. I lay there for a minute, letting out a relieved sigh that I was out of danger, but as soon as my sigh ended, a shocked gasp came from some where in the room. I gasped myself, but in fright. I scrambled back up against the wall, my heart beating. I was looking up at a tall, handsome dark haired guy, about my age I guessed, with green eyes, and muscles that where visible even underneath his clothes, looking down on me. Yet, his clothes where nothing like the clothes everyone else wore, they looked really old, as if they where from another time. Looking around the room quickly, I knew something was up. There were no lights, just candles. No TV's, no stereo, no wall sockets, just a huge bed, with bedside tables and a chest of drawers, a desk and a huge shelf of books.
"Oh my God," the guy whispered looking at me with astonishment.
And that's when I started to scream.