Hey, Black Imperial again.
I got this idea in geometry class about The Chronicles of Narnia, and how the rings can teleport anyone from a world to the crossroads forest. Years after the characters from the book die and go to Narnia, two kids finds the rings in the remains of the train station. Just read it, it'll be easier. If you know anything about C.S. Lewis, you'll recognize the names of the kids, especially the boy. I might have some minor things messed up though, I haven't read The Magician's Nephew in a while, so tell me if i screw some stuff up. I hate it when I read a factually incorrect story, so I like to keep mine by the book.
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It was raining hard that day in London. Faintly, through the pounding water droplets, two young children could be seen, digging in some rubble. About ten years ago, this area was a train station that had been torn down after a passenger train had overturned into the loading platform, killing many people in the train as well as on the platform. Often times, homeless people would search through the remains of the building, looking for anything of value that had been dropped before the wreck. However, these two were simply playing for the fun of it.
"Hey, your it!" cried the boy, chasing after his companion.
"No I'm not!" she laughed back.
"Maureen, you little cheater, get back here!"
"Not on your life, Mr. Clive Staples!" the little girl shouted back.
He chase her around and around, never catching her. Finally, he sat down on a rock, grumbling to himself. She laughed and raced up to him.
"What's the matter, can't catch me?" she teased. She danced around him a little, giggling as he sat there. She twirled around and around, oblivious to where she was going. Clive sulked as she laughed, dancing closer and closer to the edge of the old train platform. But the closer she got, the more worried he became until finally, he jumped up and yelled, "Hey, watch where you're going! Theres a drop-off behind you!"
But Maureen continued on, and Clive shouted as she lost her footing and fell off the platform onto the old rusted rails. By the time he reached her, she was crying and holding her foot, rocking back and forth, trying to ignore the pain. Clive helped her up, then supported her left side as she hopped back to his house on her right foot.
"Father, Father!" Clive called as they approached the house.
"What is it?" they heard his father respond as he came racing out of the house. "Oh, no," he said when he saw Maureen limping at Clive's side. He picked the girl up and cradled her as the walked back to the house, then gently laid her down on the large sofa in their house, calling for his wife. She came rushing into the room, and flushed worriedly as she looked upon Maureen.
"I'm going to call a doctor," said Clive's father, grabbing his coat and hat as he bustled past the coat rack.
As Maureen cried on the sofa, Clive's mother comforted her, bringing her food and water to sip. Clive sat alone in the corner, worrying. When the doctor got there, he pronounced that the foot was sprained and not broken, but it would still hurt for a while. He bid them all good day and went back to his office. Mr. Staples went down the block to Maureen's house to get her parents. Clive's mother sternly told Clive to stay out of the sitting room so Maureen could sleep. He sulked around the house, wandering eventually up to the attic. He had never been there before, and his curiosity was rising. He pushed open the trap door and looked around. Up in the attic was an old, old trunk, badly deteriorated and falling apart. A collapsed rocking chair, or what remained of it, sat beside it. Bits and pieces of glass lay strewn about. As he stared into the foreboding darkness in both directions, he resolved to head left, and soon came across a door. Shrugging, he opened it and found himself in the attic of the house next door.
Oh, I get it, he thought to himself. All along these houses were connected and we never knew it! He walked all the way down to the house at the end of his street, then doubled back and presently found himself in his own attic. Curiosity peaked, he continued on toward the unexplored section of the attic, and as expected, met with a door. However, he noticed that this door was somehow different. It was more elaborate, more expensive looking than the plain wooden ones he had found before. He eagerly opened the door, and gaped at what he saw.
Massive bookshelves lined the wall opposite the doorway he was in. A work desk sat to his left, an old leather chair was behind it. Empty cages, presumably guinea pig cages, littered the floor and tables. A long burned out fireplace was in the center of the far wall. Clive wandered the room slowly, fascinated. He brushed some of the dust off of the books, reading them. All of them had to do with magic, and most of them had the handwritten name of "Andrew Kirke" written inside the cover. He was about to open the drawer of the desk when he heard his mother calling him. He rushed back into the sitting room and found Maureen awake, propped up on pillows.
"Hey Maureen, how you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm fine, Clive, but listen. I forgot my umbrella. Can you go get it for me before it gets completely ruined?"
"Oh, of course," he said. He got up and grabbed his hat and pulled it low over his face as he stepped out into the driving rain. He ran down the street back to the old train station and looked around for the umbrella. He was baffled, then he remembered that he had brought it with him when he went to go help Maureen. He had forgotten it in the process of helping her to his house. As he approached the end of the platform he skidded in a puddle and fell onto a chunk of concrete. The section of concrete moved as he hid it, revealing the bare floor of the old train station. This, by it self, would have been very uninteresting and rather painful, if not for what Clive found under the concrete. A box, about the size of a cigar box, was gleaming there in the rain. Clive was amazed that the box could withstand the weather conditions without rotting, but nonetheless, it had. He slowly unclasped the latch for fear of breaking it, and was uninterested at its contents.
However, he had made a discovery that would change his life, and the life of Maureen, forever. For in the box which he held were eight pairs of yellow and green rings.
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Well? Feedback please. I'd like to know how many other people realized the possibility of the Rings being found again. And how bad of a writer I am, if it comes down to that.