OH NO, NOT A NARNIA STORY D:
But no! It's true! I have succumbed to my imagination and have decided to try out a Narnia fic. Please be nice, it's my first time doing anything remotely Narnian xD

Disclaimer: Is my name Clive? No? Then I don't own Narnia ;~; however that does not mean anyone named Clive can own it -stern look-

Nineteen year old Jasmin Kirke brushed the dust off her hands, having just whipped off a ton of sheets from the furniture of her new house. Well, not a house really. More like a mansion. Just like he left it...

Artifacts from almost every era lined the walls, the furniture still holding the 20's feel that they came from, even the floors looked old fashioned in it's tile design. Everything felt open, yet slightly uninviting. A large painting of a lion sat atop the fire place, staring down at her as she moved around the room with a feather duster. It was slightly creepy to have a lion staring at you but she averted her gaze and continued with her moving.

Every where she looked she saw memories that she had long forgotten. Of running up the old staircase then sliding down the railing, of running and sliding across the tile floor in brand new socks, even of playing hide and seek in the gigantic house. A tear made it's way down her face as she remembered how she came into possession of the magnificent house.

'Dear Jaz,

I know this may come a surprise to you, or it may not, but i've developed cancer. Your father believes it's from smoking for so long and I have to agree with him. But don't fret love, i'll fight this. You know i'll fight as hard as I can.
Just in case i've made a will detailing who comes into care of my stuff. Don't cry Jazzy, it's just a pre-caution. On it i've stated you as the possessor of my house. The one in England, that belonged to my father. You used to visit me there all the time when you were a child, if you remember, and I know you'll take care of it. I couldn't give it to your father, he'd just sell it, and there's no one else in the family who loved that house like you did.
Enclosed are some legal documents for you to sign, in the event that I do pass. They'll make the ownership legal and all that. I know it's a huge thing to have this thrust on you as soon as you turn eighteen but I think you're old enough to realize how big a responsibility this is and act accordingly.
I love you dear, and I just know i'll be receiving a phone call as soon as you're finished reading this, so i'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Your Grandfather,
Richard.

Her grandfather had inherited the house when his father, Diggory, died. He never did anything to it or messed with anything, except a few modern updates to the plumbing and electricity. He said it was his fathers dying wish that the house was kept as it was and he honored that wish, as she would honor his wish to take care of it. She did like the house, even if it didn't seem to like her. The lion still stared at her with a hard expression, making her fidget and leave the room to dust somewhere else. She never asked why the painting was there but now she thought it was kind of random to have a large lion painting on your fireplace, but she had heard her great-grandfather liked lions.

Setting the duster down she slipped off her sneakers and put on her ballet flats. Sneakers would tack up the floors and create a mess for her to clean up later, besides ballet flats were better for wandering around the house anyway. She traveled into the kitchen and looked at the appliances, making notes on her phone as to the things she'd need to replace the next time she got any money. The living room she had already been through, along with the grand hall, so she ventured upstairs. The first room appeared to be a study. A painting of her great-grandfather sat above another fireplace, giving her the impression it was his study. She left the room without touching anything. It still felt like she was intruding in there.

A few guest bedrooms later she found her old bedroom. It was pink and fluffy, as her childhood had been. Her old toys sat in a corner, covered by sheets, along with her old radio. Plugging it in she was shocked to find it still worked. Adjoining it was her bathroom, empty. Nothing interesting except the little height chart next to the door. Jaz gave a chuckle and measured her old height to her new height. Gosh, had she ever really been that small?

Nothing else much interesting on the floor so she climbed the next flight of stairs. She assumed they went to the attic. Three doors came into her vision as she climbed the last stair. One of them opened to a storage room but the second one was locked. Jaz remembered this door. Her grandfather always kept it locked and said she was never to go into it. Of course when she was younger she didn't question it but now she wondered what could be behind this door that he didn't want her to see?

She took a childish look around then pulled out a safety pin she found in one of the rooms and shaped it into a crude lock pick. The lock didn't want to open no matter how much she twisted the pick. Growling in annoyance she wiggled the doorknob violently. That didn't work. Jaz narrowed her eyes at the door and tried karate kicking the doorknob, like she saw her father do once. She heard something break and grinned in victory.

She opened the door slowly, not knowing what she would find on the other side, but as soon as she could look in she frowned and swung the door open fully. A huge wardrobe sat at the end of the room, and that was it. This is it? Seriously? A wardrobe? Now she was extremely curious as to why her grandfather banned this room if there was nothing in it but a stupid wardrobe. Coming closer she noticed intricate carvings of trees, and thrones, and, what did you know, more lions. It was rather beautiful but then, rather useless too. What was it even doing there?

It wasn't locked or anything, even though it had a keyhole, so Jaz opened the door and peered in. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few fur coats inside but nothing else. Then she felt it. A slight warm breeze. It felt like it was coming from inside the wardrobe, and it felt to warm. Curiosity peaking she stepped inside, ducking as she went, and shuffled to the back, or what she thought was the back. There didn't seem to be an end to the wardrobe though. Jaz pushed the coats out of the way, only to have them come back at her with a vengeance. Swearing she moved quicker and thrashed around. It felt a bit foolish but a minute later it seemed to work as she fell face first out of the back with a yelp.

After another swear word later she found herself spitting up grass. Wait...grass? She looked up and her jaw dropped. She was laying in the middle of a little clearing of trees, most likely in a forest. A very thick forest by the look of it. Jaz blinked a few times to confirm what she was seeing was real. Did that wardrobe lead outside? Was it some sort of old time, war escape route? That must have been it but then, there weren't any forests around the house. Little patches of trees but not forests. How long had she been walking? She pulled her cell phone out and found the time had stopped, along with everything else. Lovely, phone's dead, now I can't use my GPS, or call for help. Figures.

Staggering to her feet she took a look around. Everything was so still but in a peaceful way. There didn't seem to be any animals around, thankfully, but no human life either. She looked up and couldn't even see the sky fully. Perfect. She took a couple steps forward and saw a path going through the trees. Once again her curiosity was peaked but her common sense told her not to go wandering around in a forest, alone. The curious part of her argued that if it was and escape route somewhere, then there had to be a place at the end to escape to. Maybe even some sort of human civilization. At the very least a little house or something, which she could explore.

Her mind made a very good point. And besides, she could always follow the path back. It wasn't like she could get lost as long as she stayed on the path.

...

"Stupid trees, ow, stupid rocks, OW, stupid forest!" She swore as her feet hit another rock, hidden beneath leaves. Damn forest was trying to kill her, she just knew it. She had been walking for at least ten minutes and every time she turned her head the branches of the trees seemed to move in front of her right when she didn't expect it, and she swore the rocks were moving. She sat on a large boulder to take off her ballet flats. She should've worn her sneakers, but then she hadn't expected to take a walk on the wild side. Giving a small tch she massaged her feet, wild side indeed. The forest became a little more loud after she started walking around, meaning birds starting chirping at least, but there was still that tameness about the forest.

Her feet felt better after a couple minutes of rubbing but they still throbbed when she put on her shoes. This is what I get for taking a hike in flats. Next time i'll bring my damn boots. Time to go back, she decided. Sitting up straight she stretched her arms, and found something sharp poking her in the back of her neck, that wasn't there before. She moved her arm back to brush the sharp object away and found it came back, with more force then before. Her heart jumped out of her chest and she gave a little scream when she heard a voice behind her. "Speak stranger, who are you?"

Crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. She held out her hands and took a breath to speak, "M-my name's Jaz. I was just taking a walk." Her heart was beating a thousand beats per second until it felt like it was going to explode.

"How did you get here? These grounds are off limits to the people."

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm lost."

The sharp object retreated after a moment, but before she could be relieved the owner stepped out of the trees and into her line of sight. Upon seeing him, she screamed. A very large centaur like man stood in front of her, sword pointed at her in a menacing manner. She kept screaming until she heard horses being galloped in their direction. That...man, couldn't be real. Yet there he stood, perfectly seamless in his centaur-ness, glaring at her. It couldn't possibly be real.

The horses stopped beside her and finally she tore her eyes from the centaur to find five humans sitting atop horses, looking at her with curiosity and confusion. They were all dressed in clothes that looked like they were from the middle ages, complete with crowns, and swords. None of them seemed affected by the centaur either.

"Who the hell are you people?" Was the first thing out of her mouth. Not normally something she would say but her mind was frantic at that moment. Nothing made sense. The wardrobe, the centaur, the weird middle earth like people, nothing. After speaking the centaur advanced on her with an angry expression, making her clamber back on the boulder, but the blond male in the middle of the horse troupe stopped him. "Who are you?" He asked her, an English accent drawing out his vowels.

"I'm Jasmin, who're you?"

None of them answered. The youngest girl was looking at her with a very curious expression but the males were looking at her attire. Looking down she realized she did seem a little out of place among them, with her jeans and tight knit turtleneck. It made her feel slightly self-conscious, so she drew her arms up to wrap around her mid section. No one spoke for a moment, until the darker skinned man opened his mouth. "Why are you dressed like a man?" He had more of an accent then Blondie did, but it wasn't English. It sounded...Spanish?

Jaz stared at him, not comprehending the question but slightly offended that he thought she looked like she was wearing men's clothing. Looking back down at her clothes she saw nothing wrong with them, nothing that would hint they were men's clothes anyway. "I'm not. I'm wearing women's clothing. Why are you wearing man skirts?"

The youngest male at the end of the line gave a snort at that. Jaz looked at him and he grinned at her to show he wasn't hostile. The man she had asked the question to looked down at his clothes then back at her, seemingly not comprehending her question either. With a small nod Jaz hopped off her boulder and decided enough was enough, time to go home. "Um, i'm going back to my house now. If you follow...i'll call the cops." It was a lie but she had pulled out her cell to make it convincing. They didn't seem to understand but Blondie got the jig she was leaving. "Wait! Just hold on a moment."

She kept walking. Her father always told her to walk away from dangerous situations and when someone is holding a sword up to her she felt it was time to walk away. Blondie be damned. She took another step forward, then found herself face to chest with a horse. Giving a shriek she looked up and found Blondie looking down at her with a very confused expression. "The least you can do is tell us how you got here."

The others looked as curious as he was, but she wasn't convinced. What if they found the passage? What stopped them then from coming into her house and stealing her stuff? "That's none of your business. Now move it."

"How dare you address his majesty in such a way." The centaur growled from behind her again, somehow having snuck up on her without her knowledge. His majesty? What the-? Jaz looked at Blondie again and indeed he did look like a majesty, especially with the stupid crown on his head, but there weren't any royalties living near her. None of them that were addressed as majesties anyway.

"It's fine Glenstorm. She's confused and i'd say she's lost as well. Pete?" The youngest male spoke again. Blondie, or Pete it appeared, looked thoughtful, then nodded. "Yes she does seem lost. I'm still curious though, how did you get here?"

"If it'll get you to leave me alone then i'll tell you. I walked here. Through...a wardrobe." She broke off hesitantly, not knowing if they'd think she was nuts if she said she walked through a wardrobe to get there. But no, astonishment filled all of their faces, except the Spanish guy. "You came through the Professor's wardrobe?" The youngest girl finally asked. Her face broke into a smile when Jaz nodded. The oldest two looked at each other and seemed to be asking each other questions with their eyes. The youngest guy was just looking surprised. "What year is it...there?" He asked, causing everyone to stop moving suddenly, except Jaz.

"Um, 2009?"

She had to admit, it was funny to watch all of their mouths drop open. They looked like they had just gotten the shock of their lives. That still didn't explain anything but at least she got a chuckle out of it. With them distracted slightly she lifted her cell phone to her face and saw it still wasn't working. Suddenly her cell was snatched out of her hands, by the Pete guy who was looking at it with raised eyebrows. "Hey! Give that back!"

"What is this?" He asked. The genuine confusion in his voice made Jaz falter. Surely he had seen a cell phone before, hadn't he? It seemed he didn't as he looked it over, obviously confused. The others looked just as confused. "It's a cell phone. Haven't you ever seen a cell phone before?" They all shook their heads. Now Jaz was incredibly confused but still agitated. She wanted to go home and some guy on a horse was not going to stop her. She held out her hand for the cell phone, and surprisingly he gave it back. With her cell in her pocket she moved around the horse and started walking away.

They let her, which she didn't expect. She looked down to find the path and didn't see one. Leaves had covered up every inch of ground, causing her to swear and kick leaves around. "You could come back with us. We have a castle and you could get a meal to eat." Pete's voice echoed in the forest. Jaz closed her eyes and weighed her options. They didn't seem like rapers or murderers, despite the whole sword deal, but still, should she go with complete strangers? Taking a glance back she saw them all smiling at her with very calm expressions. None of them looked like they were going to hurt her, minus Glenstorm but he had long put his sword away. She sighed and figured, what the hell, she might as well.

The youngest guy rode up to her and offered his hand up. She twitched at being on a horse but she didn't want to walk, so she took his hand and was flown upwards to sit behind him. "Hang on, I tend to ride a little fast." He chuckled when she looked alarmed. Jaz didn't want to put her arms around some guy but what choice did she have? She put her arms around his waist and yelped when the horse started moving.

Ha, didn't even notice the length of the chapter until I was deep into it. Then I noticed the length and my imagination cut off, so we have this chapter :P

R&R? Even if it's horrible? -puppy dog eyes-
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