Gah, once again, I am up at six. But I do not mind because I woke up to lovely reviews! Seriously, you guys all brighten my day. I shall keep saying that until it runs out your ears. HA!

And, yes, for anyone who did pick up on that, like Sanaryelle, I did add a little tribute to James McAvoy when Tumnus kneels before Aslan and says, "My Lord." I was hoping someone would notice that. Kudos to all who did!

Oh, and for further reference, all the children (Lucy, Peter, Susan, and Edmund) are all the same age as when they first went into Narnia. If I forget to explain anything else, please yell at me. And for what the mansion looks like, I'm going on what I saw in the movie and filling in the blanks.

Uh, I think that's it… no, wait. I have some bad news. I might not be able to update daily because winter break is coming up, and all the teachers I have decided to give me homework. But, I will update as fast as I can, and I will finish this story! I will not abandon it! DON'T PANIC!

Arrele: Wow, that was rather valiant. Anyways, we don't own anything and all that jazz. AND ALL THAT JAZZ! Whoops.

Previously……

"Leave me alone!" Tumnus yelled, blindly sprinting through the trees. He wasn't aware of where he was going until he ran into something hard and fell onto the floor, skidding a few feet before coming to a halt in the silence.

Groaning, he raised his head and opened his eyes, not believing what he was looking at.

"Where… am I?" He was staring at a wardrobe with it's door ajar, and through it he could see the forest he had just run through.

Tumnus picked himself up off the floor and absentmindedly checked for injuries. Nothing broken, just a banged up elbow from where he fell and hit the hardwood floor. He would have a couple of bruises to look forward to tomorrow. As he examined his elbow he noticed that he could still hear howls coming from the wardrobe, and he crept up to the piece of furniture to take a look. It seemed normal and all, but the back was missing and in its place were trees.

A question rose up in his head as he listened to the wolves. Should he go back? He knew what was on the other side of the trees, since he had obviously come from there, and it didn't seem too appealing at the moment. On the other hand, he had no idea where this place was. For all he knew this could be a wolf sanctuary and he definitely did not want to be near anymore wolves. But if he went back through the trees that dumb wolf would be waiting to attack him. Decisions, decisions….

Tumnus was about to go back through the wardrobe and brave the wolf when suddenly the animal burst through the trees, snarling as it tried to get through the thick branches. Without thinking Tumnus slammed the door in its face, receiving a whine of pain from the other side. He held it shut as the wolf tried to break the door. It was an understatement to say that they were making a racket: Tumnus, struggling to hold the door closed while the wolf tried to push its way through. Finally, after many close calls and the wardrobe racking hard on its sides, everything fell silent. After a few anxious minutes of waiting Tumnus decided that it was safe to let go.

Slowly the door creaked open, revealing a wooden back with no signs of there having ever been a forest on the other side. Puzzled, the Faun stepped inside and felt around. It was a regular wardrobe. He climbed out and studied it from all sides. Nothing.

"How odd. I could've sworn that there were…" He trailed off from his thinking aloud as he heard hurried footsteps coming toward the room. Every inch of his body froze as he listened to them come closer. What was he going to do? The only hiding spot was in the wardrobe, and it wouldn't take long before whoever it was would look in there. But where else could he go?

"If I have to tell them one more time about touching the historical artifacts, I'm sending them back on the train, no matter what the Professor says about it!" A woman's voice grated upon the Faun's ears, sending his heart racing. He had nowhere to go but into the wardrobe. Quickly he threw open the door and hopped inside, closing it behind him. As he waited he pressed his ear upon the magical wood to hear the stranger's footsteps.

He could hear the door creak open, allowing the unknown person to step into the room.

"I know you're in here, you can't fool me. I could hear you clear across the mansion. Come out this instant!" It was indeed a woman, and a rather angry one at that. She walked closer, grumbling to herself. Tumnus pressed his body against the back of the wardrobe, praying that she would not open the door. Of course, since he was already having an out of the ordinary day his prayers were not answered, and he found himself staring at a very angry…. Daughter of Eve? She seemed more like a reincarnation of the White Witch, with her angry, stern face and all.

When Mrs. Macready opened the wardrobe door, she was expecting to find one of those insolent children the Professor let run all over the place. What she was not expecting was opening the door and seeing a half scared, half confused thing staring back at her. Surprised, she stared. And stared some more. The first thing she thought of was, There's a goat in this closetBut that didn't seem to fit, since the upper half of this creature was most definitely human, save the ears and horns. Then what was it? Who was it?

The last thing Tumnus expected to see when the door opened was another Daughter of Eve, or more likely a witch, and all he could do was stare back. It hadn't occurred to him that Lucy and her siblings weren't the only humans near Narnia, but then again, he hadn't counted on ending up in a whole other world when he had been meaning to take a walk through the forest. He tried to put more space between them but he was as far back as he could go.

Neither spoke for a long time, until Tumnus broke the silence. He sneezed, dust from the wardrobe tickling his nose.

"Bless you." The woman said automatically, looking at him sternly. She was beginning to think that this was some boy dressed in a costume and was getting annoyed. "Now, who are you? Tell me your name, quick, or you'll be regretting you ever broke into this house."

He was almost positive she was a witch. Hastily he stuttered, "T- tumnus."

"Thomas?"

"No, m'am, Tumnus."

"Well, Thomas, climb out of there so we can call your parents. You have no right in being in there." She motioned for him to climb out impatiently.

Tumnus (or Thomas, in the woman's view) didn't move, for fear of what she would do to him. Once she found out he didn't have any parents she would probably throw him in some kind of prison, and he would not let that happen to him again. His only choice was to run.

"Come now, you have no place to go." Mrs. Macready said, motioning again.

Taking a deep breath, Tumnus stood, as if to climb out, but instead he pushed himself off the back wall, knocking the woman to the floor, and running out the door and into the hall. The woman's unladylike cursing followed him as he skidded around a corner, desperately trying not to fall down. Hooves were not made for running on hardwood floors.

The crazy Witch was following him. He looked behind him to see where she was and ran straight into a large statue, knocking them both over with a loud smash. Dazed, he shook his head and unsteadily got back to his feet, leaving the broken pieces of the statue behind as he hunted for a way out of the place.

"Not the historical artifacts!" Mrs. Macready exclaimed, pausing in her pursuit to lament over the broken statue. She would catch that kid and make him pay. All the doors were locked, so he only had one place to go: straight back to her. With an evil glint in her eye she walked quickly in the direction 'Thomas' went, meaning to come back and sweep up the broken bits later.

Tumnus skidded around another corner, barely missing the stairs. If he had stopped to look around he would've noticed how big the mansion was, and how many artifacts he was passing by. It was a very beautiful house to an observer; to someone who was running from a supposed evil witch it was a labyrinth full of locked doors and twisting corners. Instead of heading down the hall past more endless doors, the Faun opted for going down the stairs in hopes of finding the front door.

With a huge leap he skipped the last few steps and ran up to the door, jiggling the handle but finding it locked. Frustration rose inside of him as he caught his breath. Where could he go? It would take too long to test every single door until he found one that was unlocked, and that witch lady would find him soon if he didn't hide himself again.

"Stop right there!" Mrs. Macready yelled from the top of the stairs, holding an umbrella. With surprising speed for an older lady she dashed down the stairs, brandishing her umbrella like a sword. Before Tumnus could react she had smacked him soundly on the head right between his horns.

"Ow! Stop!" He cried, clutching his head and ducking as she made to hit him again. Blindly he sidestepped yet another wave of the umbrella and ran back upstairs, this time going down the hall he hadn't gone down before. This hall had carpet, making it easier for him to run without slipping.

Mrs. Macready, fed up with chasing this slippery goat costumed fellow, decided to go straight to the Professor and tell him what was going on. Maybe he would be able to help nab the stranger. She found him in his study, immersed in a conversation with Edmund. Patiently she waited until the boy left. For some reason Edmund seemed different to her, changed somewhat, but there wasn't enough time to explore that further.

Professor Kirke watched the boy go with a small smile on his face, and then nodded to Mrs. Macready. "Yes? Is something wrong? You look more harried than usual."

"Professor," The woman said, ignoring his comment, "there is some boy dressed up as a goat running around and destroying the historical artifacts."

The Professor looked perplexed for a second, then got an odd look that could only be described as the look that one got when they suddenly had an odd thought and suspected something. "A goat boy? Did you ask his name?"

"Yes, a boy running around dressed as a goat. He said his name was Thomas. He's destroying the-"

"Historical artifacts, I know. Where is he?"

"He ran down the hall to the right of the staircase in the entrance. How are we going to catch him?"

The old man noticed how fired up she seemed and smiled. "Don't worry, I have an idea. Go take a rest and leave this to me."

Tumnus nervously walked among the books, occasionally glancing around him for any sign of the lady. He was in the library, which was the only room that had its door unlocked, seeking peace among the literature. Escaping was turning out to be harder than he thought. At least he would be harder to find in this gigantic room.

Once his heart stopped racing he took time to look at some of the book titles, letting his curiosity overwhelm his fear for the time being. He let himself relax even more by taking some off the shelf and skimming them inquisitively before remembering that he was supposed to be hiding. Putting the books back, he paced to the other side of the room to see if he could find another door out of there.

To his surprise he actually found one, but when he opened the door it only lead to a closet. Disappointed, the Faun treaded back to the other door, putting his ear to it before turning the doorknob. He didn't hear anything, so he assumed the coast was clear. Once again he was wrong.

Professor Kirke had listened to the children's story of Narnia with great interest, delighted to know that Jadis had been defeated and Aslan had returned. When Mrs. Macready showed up and told him of a goat boy running around the house it was all he could do to keep himself from automatically assuming it was a Faun from Narnia. But when he was walking the halls he had come across a red scarf, which sparked the memory of Lucy describing one of the Fauns wearing one.

Stooping to pick it up, he noticed a shadow block out the light coming from the crack under the door, and immediately stood still. A moment or two passed, and the door slowly opened, revealing the 'goat boy'.

"Oh!" The boy gasped, backing away from the door.

Professor Kirke could only stare, like Mrs. Macready had done when she had first seen the Faun. He had missed Narnia so much when he had left it, and when the children had told him they had returned from the magical place he had thought it too good to be true. But here, cringing before him, was a Narnian in the flesh.

It was tempting to reach out a hand and touch the Faun to see if this was just a dream, but instead he held out the scarf, saying placidly, "I believe you dropped this."

Tumnus had been expecting this human to detain him and take him to the witch lady, not hand him his scarf, which he had evidently dropped when he entered the library. All he could do was take it, politely thanking the strange man and wait for what would happen next.

Oh boy, this will be interesting! Heh, poor Tumnus. Him and Mrs. Macready are not starting off well, I'm afraid. She can't even get his name right! Not that I'm dissing the name Thomas….

Please review, tell me what you thought, were the characters in character, etc. I know I can't write Aslan, lol. And note that I might not be updating every single day, but at least every other day. I will put up a note if I won't be updating for more than a week, but I seriously doubt it will come to that. Christmas break is coming very soon so I will have more time. Ta!