Chapter 1
There once were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. They were evacuee children from England, living in a professor's house during World War II.
"Uggh!" Edmund sighed. "I'm so bored!"
"Welcome to my world. Well, at this moment." Whispered Peter (the oldest of the four children) back to Edmund.
"Come on Peter, gastro vascular." The second oldest, Susan, prompted.
"I don't know! Well is it Latin?" Peter answered.
"Yes, well done!" Susan smiled.
"Thanks." Peter mumbled ungratefully.
"Is its meaning, worst game ever invented?" Edmund said in an insulting tone. In response, Susan slammed the translating dictionary shut.
"We could play hide and seek!" Lucy, the youngest or the four, pleaded coming over to Peter from her spot at the windowsill.
"But that's a kid's game!" Edmund protested.
"Shut up! You never play anything I want to play! You treat me like dirt because I'm the youngest!"
"But were already having so much fun." Peter sarcastically mumbled, glaring at Susan, who returned his gaze.
"Come on Peter, please!" Lucy whined, tugging on Peter's arm.
"One…two…three…" Peter began, as Lucy beamed in delight.
"What?" Edmund complained.
"Come on." Susan sighed with a roll of her eyes. "We might as well."
Edmund and Lucy climbed up the stairs at two opposite ends of the house. Edmund came out of a doorway next to the one Lucy came out of, and he saw a great hiding spot behind some curtains, but Lucy was already heading toward them. Edmund sped toward the curtains, for he was faster than Lucy, and shoved her out of his way.
"I was here first!" he scolded, trying to sound like a grownup.
"Oh, all right!" Lucy huffed, not wanting an argument.
She tried a bunch of doors, but all of them were locked. She finally found one door that was unlocked, and burst into the room to find it empty, except a small wardrobe at the back of the room. She took the white sheet off of the old wardrobe then noticed that the room had a few odd features. The roof rafters and the floorboards where all facing in the direction of the wardrobe. Lucy let her thoughts wander, until she remembered why she was in there in the first place.
"Never mind." She told herself. "Peter will never find me in here!"
She stepped inside of the wardrobe and backed up as she heard Peter walk into the room. She backed up further and further and further until….
"Ouch!" she whispered.
Something had pricked her fingers, and something cold slipped down the back of her dress.
"What on earth would be cold inside a wardrobe? I should've reached the back of it by now!" she thought. "I'll just back up a bit further, the back of the wardrobe shouldn't be much further back."
She heard a door slam shut.
"Good!" she said to herself. "Peter didn't see or hear me in here! I'll find the back of the wardrobe and sit here till I win, and Edmund won't think of me as a baby anymore!"
But instead of finding the wood in the back of the wardrobe, she tumbled out of it, into a mound of something white and very cold. She stood up and looked around herself, to see a woodland and,
"Snow?" she whispered. "Impossible! I must be dreaming! Wait, I couldn't be, how could I possibly fall asleep while alert and walking? And I wouldn't feel the cold snow, would I?"
A dirt path straight ahead of her caught her attention.
"I'm going to follow it. After all, what could possibly go wrong?" she said to herself.
She followed the path a long way, until she came out of the bushes into a clearing. The clearing had a lamppost smack in the middle if it and the lamppost looked as if it was rooted into the ground, and could not be moved.
"That's queer." Lucy said to no one in particular, putting her hand on the post and walking all around it.
Suddenly a noise, such as footsteps, sounded coming from the bushes.
"Wh-whose th-the-there?" she stammered, wishing that Peter was there with her.
"Are you a daughter of Eve?" a voice said as a man, with the legs of a goat emerged from the bushes.
"Am I a what?" Lucy asked.
"A daughter of Eve." The man said again.
"Well, my mother's name is Helen,"
"No, no, no, I mean that you are, in fact, human."
"Why yes, of course."
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, I stumbled out of the wardrobe in the spare room, and-"
"I, um, ah, spare oom? Is that in Narnia?"
"What is Narnia?"
"Well that is the world you're in, this entire land is Narnia."
"If you don't mind my asking, what are you?"
"Why I'm a faun. Half man, half goat."
"And what is your name?"
"Tumnus!"
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus, I'm Lucy Pevensie." She said, holding out her hand. When Mr. Tumnus didn't do anything, she said, "Oh, you shake it."
"Um, why?" Mr. Tumnus asked.
"I, I don't know! People do it when they meet each other."
They shook hands and Lucy said sadly,
"Well, I'd best be going."
"Oh, no no no! Couldn't you stay and have some tea with me?"
"Well, I don't know. My family might be worried about me."
"It would only be for a little while. Please, it's not every day I get to make a new friend."
"Well I suppose for a little while."
And Mr. Tumnus led her away to his little house in the mountains. And little did Lucy know, the Pevensie children's adventures in the wardrobe had only begun.