Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Narnia, only Makayla and anyone of her world. This applies to all of my chapters!
This is a new version of chapter two, I cut out a lot of information that was totally irrelevant. enjoy!
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Thankfully, painting Alyssa's room had not taken as long as the two of us had expected. With her room now a baby blue and the strong smell of fresh paint filling her house, I left and walked home.
The afternoon was nice, the sun up and a few white, fluffy clouds spread throughout the sky. I enjoyed the two block walk to my own house, grinning to know that I get that nap after all. Maybe not the practice, there was no time for that, but a nap sounded great. After that water polo game and all the energy gone sleep was a welcoming idea.
My house was no different than those down the street, a normal two story home with a generous backyard. My mother and older sister wanted to put a pool in, but my dad and I talked them out of when we explained we needed the grass to practice whatever sport I was currently interested in. But now that I'm playing water polo, a pool would have been perfect- but still, I like the grass more.
Only my blue car was parked in the drive-way, my parent's black Honda was nowhere to be seen. I hadn't seen my sister's white Chevy in our drive-way for almost a year now, she lived out of state for college, never really coming home.
Home alone.
Well not really alone, Dopey was always there. The huge golden retriever was incredibly loyal to me, for
reasons I'll never know since I don't do a damn thing for him, its my parents who feed him, wash him, and trained him. Me? I just played with him a lot as a puppy and soon I was his favorite.
But hey, I wasn't complaining.
After unlocking the tall black door, I entered the living room and as usual was greeted by Dopey.
"Hey you. Have you been keeping the house safe and sound?" I grinned bending over to scratch behind his ears.
A few years back, when we brought him home from the pound as a puppy, I spoke to him with the baby voice
everyone uses when they talk to their pets. I then realized I hated being spoken to in a baby voice from my aunts and uncles- so the Dopey probably hated it too. So I talked to him like I would talk to Alyssa, except about the most private matters, my arguments with my parents and troubles with my sister. He sat there with me on my bed, just listening and licking my face whenever I felt down.
Locking the door behind me, I threw my keys onto the tray and slid off the jacket. I checked the answering machine only to find there were no new ones and climbed up the stairs to my bedroom. Dopey didn't follow me but ran off towards the back of the house to do whatever he does.
Leaving my water polo bag on the floor, I headed straight for the shower. Not only did I smell like chlorine, but I had blotches of paint all over my face, arms, and legs.
After my shower, I only had a half an hour until the team dinner, my nap would only be fifteen minutes. With my cotton towel still wrapped around me, I glanced out of my window and examined the temperature. It was going to be a chilly night, and there was a breeze. I dug through my dresser and pulled out jeans, a blue blouse, and the team sweatshirt.
Quickly I used my hairdryer and sat down in front of my mirror to brush my blonde hair. Both my parents and grandparents were blondes, they all were born and raised in England. By the time my sister was born, our parents had lost their accents and sounded like any other Americans.
My sister was nearly perfect, both in looks and personality. I had dismissed any hopes that I could ever do anything as great as she did: Straight A's, prom queen, attend the best dance school in the country, the list went on and on.
I wasn't jealous, well not anymore, I'm just happy that someone I loved was so blessed in life. At least she would have a bright future, I just wished we saw more of each other.
Content with my clothing and hair, I collapsed onto my bed easily falling asleep. Fifteen minutes flew by and suddenly I jumped startled when the alarm from my cell phone went off. Grudgingly, I got out of bed.
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As usual, the market had pre-made cakes on display. It was easy enough to go in, buy one, and get out. With the chocolate cake balanced on one hand, I unlocked my Honda and slipped into the driver's seat. The local restaurant was only about five minutes away, and soon enough I arrived.
The restaurant was located in the busier part of town, and one could smell the pizza from a block away. It was a simple brick building, windows allowing people to steal a peek inside. Lights above tables, booths, and a buffet revealed many people eating or standing in the small arcade.
Parking the car, grabbing the cake, and locking the doors I walked towards the entrance doors. I passed several familiar cars- including Alyssa's and Duke's. Seems like everyone was already there.
The cool night air hit my cheeks as I walked and when I opened the door, I grinned when I was met with loud, laughing, happy voices of teenagers all of whom I knew and loved.
Then it all came to an end.
The laughter and talking of my friends seemed to vanish away without warning, and what was a cool breeze transformed into a harsh, freezing wind. Rather than walking into a warm, inviting, and joyous pizza parlor I found myself walking... falling...
"Oof!" Was the only sound I made as my face came crashing down into the soft, freezing ground. I knew this feeling! "Snow..?" I spat the numbing white powder from my mouth. Getting to my knees, I yelped when the snow sunk through my jeans and hit my legs. Standing, I spied the chocolate cake several feet away.
I could feel my face go pale and I clutched my head in my hands. I must have hit my head or something walking into the restaurant and knocked out, of course!
This is just a dream.
Now that that was established… Where the hell am I?!
My blue eyes scanned the area and all I saw were trees, snow, and strangely a lit lantern. Answer: Who knows.
The lantern stood tall and it seemed to be out of place in the forest. Thankfully, the light burnt and that helped me relax. If the candle inside was on and alive, that meant there was someone around to take care of it. To keep it going.
Now, only to find this person.
Branches cracked and I froze. "H-Hello?" I called out looking for any sign of life. The silence and stillness of the forest was starting to become quite intimidating. Wait, why the hell am I scared? This was a dream- my dream!
Well wasn't that a blonde moment?
"Hello!" a surprised voice said behind me.
I spun around frightened, only to find a young girl walking slowly towards me. See? Nothing to be worried about, this wasn't a nightmare, just a dream.
She couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve, and I couldn't help but notice her style of clothing. It almost looked like a costume. Not in a bad way or anything, but she dressed in a way that my grandmother over in England would have dressed when she was growing up.
Neither of us said anything, but sort of just stood there and stared at each other. I could tell that she found something weird with me, because a bewildered expression became clear. Coming out of my trance I broke the silence. "Ummm… hi."
Was it safe to talk with figments of my imagination? I didn't see any reason not to.
"Hello." She greeted and asked, "Where did you come from? You sort of just appeared in the air and fell into the snow."
My eyes widened, "I just appeared?! Wait, where am I?"
To my disappointment she looked around the clearing as confused as I was, "I have no idea really. I was hiding in the wardrobe when I found myself here-"
I raised an eyebrow. "A wardrobe? Really? I was just walking through some doors when I fell here. So you mean you're not from here either?"
"Not at all."
"You're British aren't you? Nice accent." I smiled and held out my hand. Seeing that this was a dream, a strange one at that, I might as well meet these characters I've created… Or at least, enjoy my dream. "I'm Makayla Steen, American."
"Oh! I'm Lucy Pevensie, nice to meet you. I'm actually from Finchley." Lucy eyed my clothing. "Do all Americans dress like that? My sister wants to go to America but I don't think she's going to like the clothes there."
Laughing I said, "Yeah, this is a just a casual outfit. What about you though? I don't mean to be rude, but it seems like a very old style of clothing. Cute though."
The young girl frowned and shook her head, "My mum just bought this dress before we left London, so it's new. The store though got bombed-"
That caught my attention. "What are you talking about? Oh, are you talking about the London bus and Underground bombing? I saw that on the news, I don't remember anything about a clothing store being destroyed in the terrorist attack."
Lucy looked down and whispered, "The German attack."
Gingerly I put a hand on her shoulder, it didn't feel weird because I knew she wasn't real. "Lucy, there hasn't been a German attack on London for decades. That last one I know of in history are those bombings during World War II during the 1940's."
"But," Lucy gave me a very bizarre look, "It is 1940."
My hand left her shoulder and I backed away a bit freaked out. "Is that a joke? Okay, this dream isn't funny, can I wake up now?" I walked over to the cake and picked it up, inspecting the damage. How funny, I was even dreaming about the chocolate cake! Looking up at the sky I cried, "I'd like to wake up now so I can get back to the party!"
"Makayla, are you okay?" a concerned Lucy asked. She seemed a bit alarmed.
"Sorry Lucy, or whoever you are, but I really want to wake up now."
"How can this be your dream when I'm here to?"
"You're just part of my imagination or something." I shrugged.
She insisted, "I'm real!" Pausing she added, "Maybe I'm the one dreaming and you're in it! Tell me if you feel this."
My back was to her and now I turned to face her. "Feel what Lu-" I got my answer though when a snowball hit me smack in the face. I dropped the cake not really caring anymore and immediately crouched to gather my own snow. "Oh man Lucy! Real or not you're dead!"
Laughing she ducked, but my snowball hit her all the same. Then I stopped laughing. I felt the snowball. I
felt the impact and the stinging, its coldness, and the moisture now dripped from my nose. "Crap, this is real." I said softly falling to my knees. "Lucy, what year is it?"
"1940 of course. That's a silly question-"
I shook my head furiously and looked at her with wide eyes. "You're wrong, that can't be right. It's 2007."
Her jaw dropped, "What? Are you saying you're from the future?"
Thinking I agreed, "I suppose so. I don't know where we are now, if it's your time or my time. Who knows! Maybe it's a completely different time. Oh god, oh god."
My panic attack was interrupted when the sound of someone shuffling through the snow reached us. Instantly,
Lucy and I recoiled backwards until we were behind the lamppost. Silly though, it's not like it would protect us from a mugger. Holding out my fists, I readied myself for anything, it was like I was Dorothy, in another land.
Except, this was real and I had a chocolate cake instead of Toto... The danger was really too.
Then a man stepped out into the open, and his gaze met mine and Lucy's. The three of us screamed.
"AHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHH!"
In his fright, the man, no wait. That is not a man! Taking a look at his legs, I gasped when I recognized what he was... This fellow was a faun! I had read a story where a character was a faun, who knew that they really existed?! He had the torso of a man, but the legs of a goat. Almost serving as comic relief, I broke the silence,
"Well this certainly isn't normal."
To my surprise, Lucy actually giggled but the faun merely stared at me as if I were mad. His and my attention were stolen when Lucy began to pick up the fallen packages. Carefully she handed them over, and I only watched in amazement at her courage for nearing... That thing.
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" she inquired innocently.
He gave her a funny look, "W-Why I'm a faun of course. And what are you? A beardless dwarf?" Then he looked over and at me and seemed to be at loss of words. His theory of what we were went down the drains, there was no way that I could pass as a dwarf when I stood at 5 feet and 6 inches.
"Why I'm a girl!" Lucy laughed.
"Obviously…" I mumbled to myself, what was wrong with this man… well if I can even call him a man that is.
That's when he turned from surprised to serious, I didn't like his change in demeanor. Walking over to Lucy's side I glared at the faun who continued, "You mean to say that you're human?"
"Of course..." She said unsurely.
"We are certainly not dwarves," I added. "What's the matter with you? Havn't you seen humans before?"
Maybe he lived under a rock. I don't know, anything's possible in this freaky place.
The faun shook his head, making me tense up. Where were we? It was like we had fallen into an entirely different world! Our new acquaintance demanded, "What are you doing here?!"
"Well I was hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room and-"
"Spare Oom?"
Alright I wanted answers. "Who are you? Where are we?"
The faun gave a courteous little bow of the head, "Tumnus is the name and we're in Narnia of course!"
"What's Narnia?" Lucy voiced my thoughts exactly.
Tumnus chuckled. "Well my dear girls, you're in it. From the Woods to the Great Eastern Ocean, lies Cair Paravel. Every stick and stone you see, every icicle, is Narnia."
I heard Lucy whisper in awe, "This is an awfully big wardrobe."
Nudging her I added quite dumbly, "And this is one heck of a big pizza parlor."
