Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, C.S. Lewis's Stepson does. All I own are the characters that Lewis didn't come up with.
Chapter 2
Into Narnia
"Where did the library go!" Summer demanded.
"I thought you hated libraries," Petra mentioned.
Summer flung out a hand towards the snow-laden trees. "Five seconds ago, there was a library here. Where'd it go?"
"I'm not sure you're asking the right question," said Petra, and Summer turned to see that she had opened the shelf again and was stuffing the books back into her bag. "Libraries don't go anywhere. However, I highly suspect that we've just fallen into Narnia."
"Narnia?" Summer's voice rose an octave. "Petra, that is a book! It's not real!"
"It is a book," said Petra, thrusting one of the books of her collection into Summer's hand. "And it is very much real."
"Susan's Heir," Summer read the title aloud and frowned. "Okay, I may not be the world's expert on Narnia, but I do know that's not part of the series."
"Not the official series, no," Petra admitted. "It didn't exist yet when Susan gave the books to Lewis so that he might publish them. In fact, it's only a year old. It appeared the day after great-grandmother's funeral."
"Appeared?"
"A gift from Aslan, I'm willing to say," said Petra. "If you'd open it and read it, it'd explain a few things. No more questions, I don't trust this snow."
"You think the White Witch is going to appear from behind one of those trees and turn us to stone?"
"I don't know. It could just be natural winter, but it's better to be careful. I don't know that we'd get turned to stone, though. I think these books will render us immune to Jadis's magic."
"How?"
Petra shrugged. "I don't know how it works exactly, but hush – the trees may be listening. I'm going to scout around a bit. You can come with me if you'd like, or stay put where I wager you're at least mostly safe."
"The trees!"
But Petra was now out of the cardboard wardrobe and dodging through said trees. Summer growled and glared after her a moment. First of all, she was not dressed for such cold weather. Sure, it was cold back home, but it hadn't snowing. Second, she didn't want to ruin her shoes by walking through said snow, since it looked pretty deep.
She rolled her eyes and opened the book that Petra had given her – to be confronted by a full-color picture of her sister sitting by their great-grandmother's side at the nursing home.
"Why couldn't Petra have just taken me directly to the mall?" she muttered. "I did not ask for a trip into insanity."
Author's Note: Chapter two is here. I've decided that I'm not going to apologize for it taking forever for me to get these out. I've been busy you see, and fanfiction isn't high on my priority list. I write these because I have a few headcannons that I'd like to share, but most of my writing time is dedicated to my original work. So I try to get these chapters out as quickly as I can, but I can't make promises.
