A/N: Hi Narnia lovers. I've been wanting to do a Narnia story since forever, which is about how long I've loved these books and movies. Another thing was that I was always interested in the idea that Narnian time isn't set to our time, and that someone from any time could go to Narnia. And, well, this is where is where this story came from. I assure you, it won't be your typical Narnia fanfic.

And I own nothing except my OC Audrey. Duh.

I took a breath, looking out to the woods beyond my house. Winter had just settled in, and the trees were covered in a slight frost. Even at night, I could see the ice crystals glistening.

"Hon, what're you doing up this late?" Dad stepped through the door, a concerned look on his face. Not that I blamed him really, I wasn't the usual night owl like he was. Yet, recently, it seemed I couldn't sleep, my dreams being filled my almost insane thoughts; a talking lion telling me to come home, four children running through the woods, myself holding short swords. I'd been reading too many fantasy novels, especially Narnia, I suppose.

When I didn't answer him, Dad walked over to me on the windowsill, smiling. "Come with me."

"What?"

He motioned for me to follow him. "Just c'mon, I want to show you something." I was confused, but I still followed him out the door, grabbing my necklace on the way out. My grandmother had given it to me before she died. It was a simple chain with a pendant like a lion's head on it. Maybe it was the nostalgia, but it made me feel better every time I had it with me. Following Dad now, I put it on as we wove our way through the house, to his office. I was hardly allowed in there.

"What are we doing, Dad?"

He led me into the office and pointed to the corner. "I want to show you this."

"A cupboard? At eleven at night?" I asked.

He turned his lamp on, and then flicked on the rest of the lights. "Not a cupboard, a wardrobe."

Seriously? This was 2010, no one used wardrobes except the weird and the filthy rich. Why did we even have one? However, I had to look at it. It was a dark wood, with carvings of trees and fauns dancing, a lion roaring in a field of flowers. Just like the wardrobe in Narnia. Ha, thought about that book twice in one night. Mother was right, I had to take a break from those books.

"Where did you get this?"

"Well," he said hastily, running a hand along it. "You know I was in the country for a while? I went to an auction at an old estate, the original owner's nephew had passed, so they were selling the items, this among them. The owner made it, I think, Professor Kirke or something."

I froze. "What?"

"Oh yes, Grandma Susan stayed at his home with her siblings during World War two, you know that."

Grandma Susan, yes, but Kirke. Why did that name sound familiar? And the wardrobe…

"And Rey-rey, you know that I couldn't just leave this, it's a beautiful piece, and a part of our family history. So I brought it back. Your mother had a fit, told me I wasted my money. What do you think?"

Looking at the wardrobe, I smiled. "It's wonderful."

"Thank you." He now looked proud.

"Dad?"

"Huh?"

I turned to him. He apparently looked more like Great-Uncle Peter than Grandma. His blond hair was shaggy, but he had the family blue eyes. I had them too, but I had Mom's golden brown hair. I wondered what Grandma looked like when she was young. "Did Grandma even tell you about what she was like when she was young?"

He laughed a little. "Oh yes. My aunt and uncles, as you know, they died just after the war ended, their parents with them, so Grandma Susan was all alone. When I little though, she would always tell me stories about times she and her siblings went to a faraway land. I'm pretty sure she actually told the story to a writer. He wrote some books."

"What books?"

"Hm," he thought about it, "Narmia or something like that."

I looked at the wardrobe. Professor Kirke, he took in Grandma Susan and her three siblings, who died in an accident, went to a magical land… that was impossible. "Do you mean Narnia?"

"Exactly!" He snapped his fingers, then saw the look on my face. "What's wrong?"

"What was Grandma's maiden name, Dad?"

"What, before she married Grandpa Henry? Pevensie. Rey-rey, are you okay?"

I stumbled, suddenly struck by a rough wind. "Dad?"

The wardrobe groaned and creaked, white light escaping it's cracks. Dad stood there in awe, just as I fell to the floor. The door of the wardrobe flew open wind whipping through the office. I could almost smell salt water and summer air in it. White light came forward, and I thought I heard a lion's roar. That was impossible.

Somehow I was up again, walking toward the wardrobe. It was like something was drawing me. I looked down and I saw my necklace was pulling my forward, like being drawn to a magnet. "No!" I tried to unclasp it, but I was at the entrance of the wardrobe. There was nothing inside but bright, white emptiness.

With a final step I fell in, screaming.

A/N: WHAAAAAAAT? What did you guys think? Do you like Audrey so far and her connection to the Pevensies? Tell me ALL of your thoughts in a review and i'll update soon.