Narnia : The witches curse
Chapter one: The white witch
"Lucy, can you please pass me the peanut butter spread?" Susan asked politely. Lucy smiled and passed her the spread.
"Oh crackers. I have a knot in my shoelace." Edmund wailed.
"You are honestly the biggest baby I know." Peter said. He rose from his chair and untied the knot.
"It isn't my fault." Edmund complained.
"Stop fighting already!" Lucy demanded. She was aggravated now because the boys were always fighting. "Just relax and eat your damn breakfast you fools." Lucy continued. She glared at the boys and sat back down to finish her cereal.
"Lucy is quite right. You both need to calm down." Susan urged. The two brothers both looked at each other guiltily and turned back to their breakfast. Lucy scooped up the last piece of her cereal and went upstairs to her room. She opened her closet door and walked in. The floor creaked every time she put her foot down on the floor. As Lucy took off her jacket, her wardrobe started to wobble and shake violently. She stepped back. The wardrobe was the one that had once held Narnia, but no longer did anymore. She walked up to the wardrobe and turned the handle. The door immediately swung open and revealed not the back of her wardrobe, but a country with snowy hill tops and trees that looked like the Christmas tree they had in their storage room. She grabbed a fur jacket from the side of the closet and pulled it on. As she stepped into the closet, Mr Tumnus came galloping out from the bushes.
"Lucy?" He cried with delight. "Queen Lucy?"
"Why hello Mr Tumnus. It is a rather strange story how I got here but I will explain it all in the warmth of the castle. Shall we?" Lucy asked.
"We shall." Mr Tumnus laughed with pleasure. He was a good friend of Lucy's and he had not seen her for so long. Mr Tumnus followed Lucy to her warm home that was located at the top of the mountain. And as Lucy made her way up the hill, she saw a glimpse of a brown furry creature dashing through the trees.
"Aslan?" Lucy froze in her tracks. Mr Tumnus had stopped ages ago and was a far way down the hill, trying to get his breath back. He turned his head to see a horse. It was a nut brown colour and it was just the same colour as Aslan. No wonder Lucy had gotten them both confused. But the horse moved forward and a silver bridle was on the horse. And every step it took forward, you saw a silver and gold chariot appear from behind the forest. And then, Lucy and Mr Tumnus saw a white, icy hand poke out from the trees and finally, the whole person was in sight. It was the white witch.
"Sit with me. I must tell you how i come to be alive and well once again." she smiled at them both evilly. Lucy gasped with horror. Mr Tumnus began to walk over to her chariot. Lucy followed slowly. This had better be quick, Lucy thought to herself.
