HEY EVERYONE I UPDATED! OKAY, BEFORE WE START THE THIRD CHAPTER, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME SHOUTOUTS TO THOSE WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER FOR THE LOST QUEEN. IT REALLY MEANT A LOT TO ME AND I JUST WANTED TO THANK: Aims5, The Fire Flower, Black Wolf Lady, and the four guest that commented. THANKS FOR REVIEWING AND I JUST HOPE THAT YOU KEEP AT IT. THANKS!

Before the story, one guest ask a question that I'm not sure some of you caught or saw in the movie.

Guest: In the movie, have you ever noticed how they go in the spare room through the second door, but there's a door to the left of it. And the reason I switched it was because, when the Pevensie's go to the second room, there is a window showing the outside even though there is a door right next to it. That is why I switched it up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia, just my OC's. Everything else belongs to C.S. Lewis

Now on to the story.

THE LOST QUEEN
CHAPTER THREE

The pitter-patter of rain sounded against the window small of window of Melissa's room, waking her from her deep slumber. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the gray sky outside making her room dim. She pushed down the blankets and walked over to her closet, jumping slightly as the cold floor hit her feet.

I wonder if the Pevensie's are awake yet, Melissa thought to herself as she pulled on a grey skirt and a light blue blouse with the same pair of black flats she wore yesterday. Quickly brushing the tangles from her hair, she walked out of her room and headed to the library where she would spend rainy days in.

When she got there, she noticed the Pevensie's were already there. Susan had a very large dictionary sitting on her lap, while Lucy gazed longingly out the dreary window, watching the rain leave patterns on the scratched glass. Edmund was lying on his back, underneath a chair and Melissa could see the small glint of something silver.

A pocket knife perhaps, she thought as she entered the room, giving a small smile to Susan as she sat down on the large couch with her.

"Would you like to join in the game we're playing?" Susan asked as she turned the thick pages of the dictionary.

"Sure, whose turn is it?" Melissa asked tucking her flowing skirt underneath her. Susan gave a small nod to Peter as he lazily had a leg thrown across one arm of a chair while his head lolled back to stare at the ceiling.

"Okay," Susan said, loud enough to hear over the pounding rain. "Gas-tro-vas-cular. Come on Peter, Gastro vascular."

Peter rolled his head to look at Susan and answered with no real interest at all, "Is it Latin?" Susan nodded and waited for Peter to continue while Edmund's head appeared out from under the chair, making a snide remark.

"Is it Latin for 'Worse Game Ever Invented'?" he chuckled as the others laughed. Melissa tried holding in her laugh, but failed miserably and jumped slightly when Susan slammed the book closed.

Lucy jumped off the window sill and walked toward the group. "We could play hide-and-seek?" she suggested, walking to the chair Peter was in.

"But that's a kid's game," Edmund argued with a disgusted look in his eyes as he leaned against the frame of the chair.

"And we're already have so much fun," Peter replied, shooting Susan a smug look. Lucy pouted and started pulling on the sleeve of his shirt, begging and pleading with large puppy-dog eyes. Finally Peter gave in.

1...2...3..." he started as Lucy's smile widened even more as she left the room in a hurry. Edmund gave a grunt of displeasure, but quickly got, followed shortly by Susan and Melissa. Susan hurried off one way while Edmund went another. Melissa saw a dumbwaiter shaft close to her left.

She hurried over and crawled into it while closing the door, but leaving a small crack of light so she could see. She heard Peter's voice ring out clearly, counting close to one hundred. Just as he hit 100 and walked out of the room, Melissa heard small shouting coming from upstairs.

"It's alright! I'm back! I'm back!" the shouts belonged to Lucy. In confusion, Melissa opened the door and stepped out of the dumbwaiter, running to the source of the commotion. When she arrived as the scene, she saw Peter, Edmund, and Lucy arguing about something and not noticing her when she came up.

"What's going on?" she asked the same time Susan arrived.

Peter gave them confused, but concerned looks. "I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore."

"But, I've been gone for hours," Lucy stated with and equally confused expression as everyone else. Lucy led them upstairs to the spare room and went through the door where the wardrobe lay, bringing up a long story about how she hid in the wardrobe and ended up in a magical woodland called Narnia and met a fawn named Mr. Tumnus who invited her over for tea.

Melissa stood on Lucy's left as her, Peter, and Lucy watched Edmund and Susan knock on the wood and look in and out of the wardrobe finding nothing. Susan came out from inside the wardrobe as Edmund came from around the back of it with a large smirk spread across his face.

"Lucy, the only woods in here is the back of the wardrobe." Susan stated as she came in front of Lucy and looked down to her sister's sad face.

"One game at a time Lu," Peter said, resting a hand on her small shoulder. "We don't all have your imagination." Everyone turned to leave when Lucy's teary voice shouted out.

"But I wasn't imagining this!" Everyone quickly turned to look at her, Susan with a very stern and motherly look showing up on her beautiful features.

"That's enough Lucy," She said in a motherly tone.

Lucy looked exasperated as she tried to make her siblings believe her. "I wouldn't lie about this!"

"Well I believe you," Edmund said, stepping out of the line they were in. Everyone looked at him with strange looks. Lucy gave him a curious glance as he continued. "Yea, didn't I tell you about the football field in the bathroom cupboard." Edmund's smirk regrowing.

"Oh, will you just stop," Peter asked, stepping forward until he towered over Edmund's small frame. "You just have to make everything worse don't you?"

"It was just a joke," Edmund defended as he backed away slightly.

Peter shook his head, "When are you going to learn to grow up?" he chided

That's when Edmund snapped. "Shut up! You think your Dad, but you're not!" he angrily ran from the room, pushing Melissa out of the way as he raced downstairs.

"Well that was handled nicely," Susan stated as she left the room to find Edmund. It was now just Melissa, Peter, and Lucy in the room.

"It really was there," Lucy pleaded again, her eyes tearing up slightly.

Peter glanced at Melissa then to Lucy, "Susan right Lucy, that's enough." He left room and Melissa made a move to follow Peter when Lucy's small voice stopped her.

"Melissa?"

She turned slightly, to look at Lucy who had small tears running down her face. She shook her head slightly and started to back out of the room. "It's just a wardrobe Lucy." And with that, Melissa left the room, walking downstairs and back into her bedroom, lying on her bed.

It's just a wardrobe, right? She questioned the ceiling as she stared up at it. Part of Melissa's brain told her that Lucy was just messing around, but the much larger half told her that she should've believed Lucy.


Melissa was asleep, as was the rest of the house, when she was quickly awoken by shouting. Groggily, she got up and put on her robe and opened her door the same time as Susan did. They both gave each other similar confused looks and headed to Peter and Edmund's bedroom.

When there, they saw Edmund standing by his bed with a robe on and a weird look in his eyes. Peter looked like he still was trying to wake up and Lucy was bouncing on top of him, shouting is name.

"Peter, Peter! Wake up! It's there, it's really there!"

Peter was trying to calm her down as he sat up. "Lucy, what are you talking about?"

"Narnia! It's all in the wardrobe like I told you!"

"Oh Lucy, you've been dreaming," Susan said gently as she came to Lucy's side.

"But I haven't!" Lucy insisted, "I saw Mr. Tumnus again! And this time, Edmund went too!"

All eyes quickly turned to Edmund and Peter took a hesitant glance at Susan before he asked Edmund, "Yo-you saw the faun?"

Edmund, who looked rather edgy, glanced around nervously before he looked back to Peter and shook his head.

"Well, he didn't actually go there with me," Lucy paused and turned to Edmund and asked questionably, "What were you doing Edmund?"

At that moment Edmund snapped out of whatever mood he had been in and smirked, "I-I was only playing along. I'm sorry, Peter. I shouldn't have encouraged her. You know what little children are like these days. They just don't know when to stop pretending," he sneered at Lucy, who was on the brink of tears, as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Lucy broke down into tears as she hurried out of the room. Susan sighed and ran after Lucy, along with Peter who shoves Edmund down, "Ow!"

Melissa ran after everyone and saw them at the top of the staircase with Lucy crying into her grandfather's stomach. She stopped dead in her tracks as did Susan and Peter as they heard Mrs. Macready coming around the corner.

"You children are one shenanigan shy of sleeping in the stables," She shouted, tying her robe as went. "Oh, Professor! I told them, you were not to be disturbed." She said glaring at them.

"It's alright Mrs. Macready, I'm sure there is an explanation, but, I think right now, this one is in need of little hot chocolate." He gestured to Lucy who was taken into the arms of Mrs. Macready and led downstairs into the kitchen.

Peter, Susan, and Melissa stared to head back to their rooms when the Professor cleared his throat. "May I speak to you two for a moment, please?" Susan and Peter nodded and followed the Professor as Melissa headed back to her room. "You too Melissa."

Susan and Melissa were standing in front of his desk as Peter stood behind them. The Professor took some tobacco out of a small jar and put it in the small pipe he had. "You seem to have upset the delicate and internal balance of my housekeeper."

"We're very sorry. It won't happen again," Peter said, pulling at the end of Susan's robe, trying to pull her out of the room.

"It's our sister, sir. Lucy." Susan said pulling her arm away and turning to the Professor again.

"The weeping girl?" he asked, stuffing some more tobacco in to the pipe.

"Yes, sir. She's upset."

"Hence the weeping." he stated as, looking through the spectacles that were perched on his nose, giving Susan a small smile.

Peter broke in, "I-it's nothing. We can handle it." He said trying to get Susan to leave. The Professor gave them a small smirk as he put the lid back on the tobacco holder.

"Oh, I can see that."

Finally Melissa spoke up for the first arriving into her grandfather's study, breaking up the brother/sister silent argument Peter and Susan were having. "She thinks she's found a magical land," The Professor looked up at her through his glasses and gave her a smile. "In the upstairs wardrobe."

Digory's head shot up at the mention of the wardrobe, and shock crept up onto his face. "What did you say?" he asked, guiding them do the couch.

"Um, the wardrobe? Upstairs. Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside." Peter said, sitting down next to Melissa who was sandwiched in beside Susan.

"She won't stop going on about it," Susan said as Digory sat down on in a black leather chair in front of them.

"What was it like?" He asked, leaning forward with interest.

Susan gave a small sigh, "Like talking to a lunatic."

"No, no, no. The forest. What was it like?" he corrected.

Shock appeared on Melissa's face, as it did to Susan and Peter's. "You're not saying you believe her?" Melissa asked, tilting her head slightly.

"And you don't?"

"But of course not," Susan said. "I mean logically it's impossible."

"What do they teach in school these days?" He mumbled, leaning back a little and looking down at the floor.

Peter was hesitant to speak, but did. "Edmund said they were only pretending."

"And he's usually the more truthful one is he?" Digory asked, trying to get a right answer out of the kids.

Peter shook his head and gave his shoulders a shrug, "No. This would be the first time."

"Well if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically," Digory said, waving the pipe towards Susan a little. "You must assume she's telling the truth." He held out a lit a match and held near the end of the pipe, taking a puff of it.

"So, you're saying we should just believe her?" Peter questioned as if it were mad.

"She's your sister isn't she? You're her family," he said, muttering a little with the pipe in his mouth. He took it out, blowing some smoke out as Peter and Susan glanced over Melissa to look at each other. "You might just try acing like one."

Digory had dismissed Susan and Peter to bed, put ordered Melissa to stay put. "Now Melissa. What do you think about this whole wardrobe nonsense?"

"Well, Lucy's a child so I can see her believing in something like that, but for some absurd reason, I want to believe her." she said, putting her head in her hands, trying to come up with an answer for the madness.

Digory sighed as he sat down next to her and placed a frail hand on her small shoulder. "Darling, while these children are here. They will be your family. Whether you want them to be or not. And family's should listen and believe in each other."

Melissa nodded and kissed her grandfather's cheek, wishing him goodnight as she slowly shuffled back to her room. Put her robe back on its hook she crawled into bed and thought about what her grandfather said. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to come up with an answer to what Lucy was really talking about. With the thought in mind, she fell into a restless sleep.

Okay and that was the third chapter of The Lost Queen and I hoped you enjoyed it. I know, I was probably kind of boring, but just tell me what you thought of it. I hope all the readers of my story keep reviewing and reading. Thanks! And GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!

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