Boring games, curtains, chests, and a wardrobe. This chapter is officially known as: Lucy enters a wardrobe

A/N: The Author is busy typing with Maria and her new friends, who have absolutely no connection to this story but in another story, chatting away in the background.

Author finally notices her expectant readers and looks up. "Ah yes, it was been a busy week I'm still looking for a beta reader. If you see italicized words it means it's a direct from the book 'The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe'. I also forgot to mention that this is a mix of movie verse and book verse. Maria" The Author calls out. "Do the uh... ughh What was it called?" The Author searches for the word.

"Disclaimer" one of the three elve... Ooops err ummm (narrator gulps as Author glares at narrator.) Friends. Friends. The narrator continues.

Maria opened her mouth as one of her friends says " Why can't we do a disclaimer too?" The Author sighs and responds with "You have your own story."

"The Author of this story does not own C.S. Lewis' works or Narnia or the other beings in this world except her OCs and me. Ohh and she does own this story so, no plagiarism she will tell you if you can continue her own works if she wants too"

Maria's new friends applaud her as she sits back down.

"Also, readers my writing style might have changed a bit, seeing how just reading a bit of C.S Lewis' works affects me. Now Maria the story." The rooms color changes and it spins until you are in a room, grey-brown, dully colored room with sofas and a coffee table. There is also a window with rain pattering onto it and soaking the world outdoors.

Macready: "Remember Bold=Thoughts

Italicized= direct from the book

-Italicized words in between dashes flashback-"

Boring games, curtains, chests, and a wardrobe. This chapter is officially known as: Lucy enters a wardrobe

Rain pattered on the window the Pevensies and Maria were sitting in a room set aside for them. Earlier that day they had woken up to the sound of rain, hopes utterly dashed. Now after breakfast they sat, Lucy staring out at the window and Edmund at the ground.

"Gastro vascular" Susan read, stumbling a bit over the unfamiliar word, from a thick book in her lap.

"Is it Greek?" Maria asked. "No" Maria sighed. "Is it Latin?" Peter asked, he hated this game. "Yes."

"Let me guess, is It Latin for the stupidest game ever invented." Edmund said from the floor. Peter and Maria restrained a smile. Susan stared at Peter. Closing the thick book with a thump.

"We can play hide and seek." Lucy said pleadingly. Putting her arms on the sofa's arm and looked at Peter with puppy eyes.

Peter sighed "One, two" they looked at each other excitedly. "Three, four," Maria said "No runin' or shoutin'" in her impression of ol' Macready. They glared at her and they hurried out of the room.

They split up Maria thinking where to hide. "The best place is to be in the most unlikely place." She mused to herself. "The Professor's study of course." It would do good to see him again if her suspicions were correct. She hurried to the study.

Susan ran quickly in and out of rooms skidding to a halt in a random room Susan opened a large chest and got in.

Lucy ran into a room heading toward a curtain Edmund behind her. Edmund overtaked her getting to the curtain first. "I was here first." Lucy sighed and ran on to try a door. Locked. She tried the other door unlocked. Inside was a huge piece of furniture covered with a cloth. Lucy hesitantly pulled it of. It was a wardrobe intricately carved, in the carvings was a tree in the center. Surrounding it were other carvings. Lucy traced a carving with one finger and hesitantly opened the door.

Instead of opening with a break Lucy opened it smoothly and didn't have to tug. Inside were fur coats Lucy buried her face in them. She got in, not closing the door fully only fools did that. She put her hands out so not to bang into the back of the wardrobe she walked forward to see how big it was. "Golly this must be a large wardrobe" she had walked forward and there seemed to be no end. She suddenly noticed that she it was cold then she was walking on snow. She was walking in a clearing.

Maria silently crept threw the halls narrowly missing Macready. She was directly in front of the Professor's study drawing in a breath preparing to knock...

The door opened. "Ohh!" The Professor, or as we shall call him Prof Kirke, stared at her. Maria squirmed under his gaze she felt as if she had been stealing gingerbread again. Timidly she lifted her face "Kirke?" Her face slightly hopeful. "Oof" she had been embraced quickly. "My dear girl, do come in." Ushering her in he motioned her to sit as he sat in his own chair. " I thought it might be you. How have you been?"

"Fine" she answered. Looking around "I shouldn't stay long, we're playing hide and seek. The orphanage has been fine. Ryda's fine." She grinned at him as an answer to his unasked question.

"Professor"

"Macready" Maria whispered. Getting up she looked round the room and peeled a loose plank that they, when she was younger had discovered, got in and pulled it back over her.

"So that's how she always got away from me all those years ago." Prof. Kirke thought as Macready entered the room.

"Your tea, sir" She set down a tray containing tea and biscuits. "Thank you" Prof Kirke thanked her wincing slightly when she stepped on the plank where Maria had hidden.

Squeak.

Macready looked at it a frown on her face glancing at the Professor. He threw her a strained smile. Macready exited the room thinking "The children must have been bothering him" She'd deal with them later.

Lucy walked into a snow covered clearing with a lamppost. She looked around with wonder when...

"Goodness Gracious me!"

She had startled a person, or rather creature, that was only a little taller than Lucy herself and he carried over his head an umbrella, white with snow. From the waist upward he was like a man, but his lags were shaped like a goat's ( the hair on the glossy black) and instead of feet he had goat's hoods. He also had a tail, but Lucy did not notice this at first because it was neatly caught up over the arm that held the umbrella so as to keep it from trailing in the snow. He had a red woolen muffler round his neck and his skin was rather reddish too. He had " strange but pleasant little face, and out of the hair stuck two horns, one on either side of his forehead. One of his hands, as I have said, held the umbrella: in the other arm he carried several brown-paper parcels. What with the parcels and the snow it looked just as if he had been Christmas shopping. In short he was a faun. And when he saw Lucy he dropped all of his parcels and, as I have told you already, exclaimed "Goodness Gracious me!"

"Good evening," said Lucy. But the faun was so busy picking up its parcels it did not reply at first. When he had finished he have her a bow.

"Good evening, good evening," said the Faun. "Excuse me—I don't want to be inquisitive— but are you a Daughter if Eve?"

"My name's Lucy," said she, very confused. You see such things were not taught at schools back then.

"But you are—forgive me— you are what the call a girl?" The Faun asked.

"Of course I'm a girl" said Lucy

"You are in fact Human?"

"Of course I'm human," Lucy said still puzzled.

"To be sure, to be sure," said he Faun. "How stupid of me! But I've never seen a Son of Adam or a Daughter If Eve before. I am delighted. That is to say—" he stopped as if it had been going to say something it had not intended to but remembered in time. "Delighted, delighted," it went on. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus."

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus." said Lucy

"May I ask, O Lucy Daughter of Eve, how did you come to the land of Narnia?" He asked

"Narnia?" Lucy wondered how many times she would be confused.

"Narnia, the place where you are now." the Faun replied "Here" he gestured around them

"Oh, I came from back there," she in turn waved back in the direction where she had come from. "From the wardrobe in the spare room in the Professor's house. It's summer back there."

"If only I had studied geography better when I was younger." He mournfully doled and then went on "While here in Narnia it is always winter, never Christmas since the White Witch came." Mr. Tumnus suddenly brightened up "Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?

"Thank you very much Mr. Tumnus, but shouldn't I be getting back?" Lucy hesitantly said

"But it's just round the corner, with a roaring fire-and toast-and tea-and sardines" He coaxed.

"All right, Mr. Tumnus, but I shan't be able to stay very long." she replied. And that is how Lucy found herself walking arm in arm with a Faun that doesn't exist in our world exempt in stories.

Lucy found that Mr. Tumnus was leading her to a cave, a very nice one at that, and Mr. Tumnus immediately lit a lamp and set the kettle on.

Lucy thought she had never been in a nicer place. It was a little, dry, clean cave of reddish stone with a carpet on the floor and two little chairs ("one for me and one for a friend," said Mr Tumnus) and a table and a dresser and a mantelpiece over the fire and above that a picture of an old Faun with a grey beard. In one corner there was a door which Lucy thought must lead to Mr Tumnus's bedroom, and on one wall was a shelf full of books. Lucy looked at these while he was setting out the tea things. They had titles like The Life and Letters of Silenus or Nymphs and Their Ways or Men, Monks and Gamekeepers; a Study in Popular Legend or Is Man a Myth?

"Now, Daughter of Eve!" said the Faun.

They ate a truly wonderful tea, toast, and sardines. when Lucy got tired of eating Mr. Tumnus talked to her about Nymphs, Dryads, Dwarfs and other things—or ,ahem, creatures that do not exist in this world, Earth, except in stories—and when the whole forest would feast on days on end. When it was a nice green summer instead of winter. And of other things that would make my hand fall of from writing.

"Not that it isn't always winter now," he added gloomily. Then to cheer him up he took out a little flute and began playing. The music made Lucy see all that Mr. Tumnus had been telling her. She rubbed at her eyes to see if she was dreaming but it was no dream. She saw the Nymphs and Dryads in their mist like petaly shape, the Red Dwarfs ( I'm not sure if I got that right I'm very forgetful.) and the other things that the Faun had been telling her.

"But Author," you may cry out, "how can this be? It's just music." Just music! my dear readers it is not. You forget many a world were SANG into being, maybe I really should do a fanfic of 'The Magician's Nephew'' to show you, but on with the story.

Now Lucy was seeing these things due to the Faun. You see Mr. Tumnus was a very learned Faun, he had learned many things and to make your story be seen in the air while playing his flute he had learned that. Presently Lucy, after hours probably, got up.

"I'm sorry to stop that wonderful tune Mr. Tumnus but I must go home now."

"It's no good now" Mr. Tumnus said shaking his head sorrowfully at her.

"What's no good now, Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked then, "Mr. Tumnus whatever is the matter?" For the Faun had started crying. Crying until he started to howl. He didn't stop even when Lucy went over to him and lent him her handkerchief. Finally Lucy shook him and

"Mr. Tumnus!" bawled Lucy in his ear, shaking him. "Do stop. Stop it at once! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a great big Faun like you. What on earth are you crying about?"

"Oh - oh - oh!" sobbed Mr. Tumnus, "I'm crying because I'm such a bad Faun."

"I don't think you're a bad Faun at all," said Lucy. "I think you are a very good Faun. You are the nicest Faun I've ever met."

"Oh - oh - you wouldn't say that if you knew," replied Mr Tumnus between his sobs. "No, I'm a bad Faun. I don't suppose there ever was a worse Faun since the beginning of the world."

"But what have you done?" asked Lucy. "My old father, now," said Mr Tumnus; "that's his picture over the mantelpiece. He would never have done a thing like this."

"A thing like what?" said Lucy.

"Like what I've done," said the Faun. "Taken service under the White Witch. That's what I am. I'm in the pay of the White Witch."

"The White Witch? Who is she?"

"She's the one who has Narnia under her thumb. She made it always winter here never Christmas. I was paid to get you to her, she wants all the four of Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve to stop the prophesy from coming true."

"Oh Mr. Tumnus, surely it isn't too late now is it?" Lucy said fearfully. As Mr. Tumnus babbled how the White Witch would punish him. At Lucy's remark he got up.

"You're right I'll lead you until the lamppost." Getting his umbrella they set of at a quick trot. "Now, Lucy," he pointed in the direction Lucy had come from. "Back towards there is the world of men," then rather distractedly, he really wasn't thinking straight, "Can I keep your handkerchief Lucy?"

"Of course you may, Mr. Tumnus, goodbye!" She ran quickly through the trees and found that she was no longer pushing her way through branches, instead she was worming her way through the fur coats.

Now the Author knows that no time passed when Lucy was in the Wardrobe but I think it wouldn't be fair to leave Maria stuck under the floor would you? Of course while Maria is getting out of the floor Lucy was listening to Mr. Tumnus music. ... (That is if you were wondering what Lucy was doing, the other Pevensies were searching or hiding)

Rising up Prof Kirke took a poker, which was used for the fire. And tried to pry up the board.

"Kirke?" A muffled voice came from below.

"Yes child?" He answered as he strained again.

"You can't pry it open." A grunt answered Maria "Put down whatever you're using."

"Done" Prof Kirke replied

"Feel around the board, around not the top." She paused. "Do you feel a slight raise in the board?"

"Yes"

"Good push it."

"Nothing's happening." The Professor said matter of factly.

"Push it and pry the board up."

The board lifted to reveal a dusty Maria.

"I never knew that before" He grinned at her.

"Shhhh, its a secret." She grinned back at him "I should get back now." Getting up she dusted herself and walked to the door closing it gently behind her.

As she walked back she mused over her findings. Yes, she would visit him again. A shout broke her thoughts.

"It's all right, I'm back!" It was Lucy, but what on earth was she talking about?

"What is it Lu?" Said Susan. They had gathered round her in front of the spare room door.

"I was gone for ages and ages." It really seemed to be a day when Lucy would always be confused.

"From where? Lucy where? I just started to search." Peter asked.

"But I was gone for hours"

"Batty" Said Edmund, tapping the side of his head.

Now you may think "We know, Author, we know, Maria is a Narnian. She was probably older when she was in Narnia. She was just reverted to a younger body." Well if you have developed your own theories you may be right, or wrong it just depends. Maybe I should do a fanfic of 'The Magician's Nephew' To show her background, but do not worry I'll make at least two chapters about her connection to Narnia. But I should stop babbling.

"I went into the wardrobe, there," she pointed back to the spare room "I-I found a wood back there and a Faun." Said Lucy stammering

"Alright, Lucy, we'll see." Peter decided to humor his youngest sister. They all went in the spare room. Peter opened the wardrobes door, the all saw the fur coats, then he pushed them aside revealing a wooden back.

"See, Lu, there's nothing." Susan said logically

"Batty" Edmund said smugly, smirking. Lucy ran from the room. Peter stared at Edmund.

"C'mon" said Susan "no time for staring contests we have to find her before the Professor or Macready notices." But Maria was already out of the room.

"Narnia, Narnia, now where have I heard that before" she mused to herself as she tried, as much as she could, to run silently… She skidded to a halt.

-"At the same time an army of deformed creatures attacked someplace else in Narnia. By the time your Mother got there she and the Narnians were tired and weary. A great battle was waged so much blood of the Narnians spilled. We lost."- The voice of her long gone Father came to her.

She had to find Lucy before Lucy's siblings did. She ran all the more faster. Finally she heard Lucy. Slowing down she entered one of the many rooms that the Professor had.

"Lu?" She called out. A muffled "Go away" answered her.

"I want to hear about it." Maria told the slightly younger girl.

Rising up from her hiding place Lucy attempted a tear stained smile at Maria's "You seem good at hiding places." Lucy flopped on a coach.

"Where do you want to start?"

Maria shrugged at Lucy's question. "The beginning I guess" She paused "I have some things that I didn't tell you too. I've nearly forgotten it, at least I try to forget it" She let out a shaky laugh. "You might think I'm crazy, might." An emphasis on 'Might'. Maria also flopped down on the coach.

"You first, Daughter Eve," Maria smiled at Lucy. The former took a deep breath and began...

She told Maria everything. From the start. Mr. Tumnus, the tea, even what she experienced when he played his flute. When she had finished she looked expectantly at Maria.

"I don't know where to start." Maria confessed as she ran her hand through her hair.

"I suggest the beginning." Lucy said, trying to put a serious face and deepening her voice in an imitation of the Professor.

Laughing at her Maria spoke "The beginning it shall be, the problem is where to start or, rather, how to start. I know of other worlds, I'm actually born in that other world, Narnia." Lucy's face was literally surprised. "I don't remember a lot. I remember my Mother's face though but not her name. A lot has been said about my Father, bad things my back. My Father died in the war." Lucy's face was sympathetic. "There was a war, in Narnia" Maria struggled for words, trying to verbalize what she saw years ago, a past she tried to forget. "That was a reason why we had to leave. From your description of Narnia now," she paused, still trying to grasp how much of it had changed. " It seems so much has changed. My view of Narnia is bright sun and everything but what you described. I-I can't. All I know it is-was- a beautiful land no harm, no danger." she finally stopped groping blindly for words. "I can't say it as I saw it. I can't put it words, but I remember it. My memories are buried I can't clear the fog of my memories. You probably don't believe me, do you?"

"It's alright, Maria, I think I understand. I believe you." Lucy assured her firmly.

"Well, Lucy, thank you for listening and making me remember." Maria smiled a weak smile at her. "C'mon," She said abruptly, "Macready will get angry if we're late." Meaning dinner. It seemed that a lot was waiting in store in the housekeeper, especially chores, but now they were content. They were glad, glad because somebody believed and understood.

A:N

Don't you think that was tiring?" One of the Twins asked his other three companions, including Maria. " To write 3,743 words? Especially the last part?"

"I don't know." The blond said.

"You know we should get reviews for this story and ours" the other Twin said.

"Blackmail?" Maria wiggled her eyebrows at them a grin on her face.

A newly hatched baby Eagle in its nest of blankets shook his head at them. The Author was going to have a handful when she put them in a crossover.