DISCLAIMER:

The Chronicles of Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis, not me!

Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Diana Fowley etc. are the creations and property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Broadcasting Corporation

The lines I've quoted from the book come in italic.

I'll continue quoting lines from the original story as I want to stick to C.S. Lewis true story. The X-Files characters are just an additional element to the original story. Their presence will bring along some changes but almost all the characters from The Lion, the Witch and Wardrobe will be present

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Chapter Nine

Help for Emily and Mr. Tumnus

Emily and Mr.Tumnus were still sitting in the cold, dark dungeons, and they strongly hoped that someone had heard their shouts for help.

The white walls that surrounded them were made of ice, but now that the Witch's eternal winter had been destroyed, they slowly began to melt. Every second more and more drops of water fell onto the hard ground.

"My nightdress is all wet and my throat hurts" said Emily miserably and rubbed her neck.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this" said Mr.Tumnus sadly "You just wanted to help us and now your life is in danger"

"Don't over dramatize, I'll probably just get a bad cold" said Emily and fainted a smile.

"Shh… I can hear steps" murmured Mr. Tumnus. He got up and walked closer to the door.

"Really? I can't hear anything" said Emily while following him.

"They're coming nearer…" whispered the faun.

While Mr.Tumnus was afraid that these steps might belong to one of the Witch's guards; Emily decided to take them as a good omen and started crying for help.

"Help! Can anyone hear us? Who's there?" shouted Emily "Please help!"

"Emily is that you?" asked Mulder as he finally reached the end of the staircase.

"Fox! I'm here with Mr.Tumnus! cried Emily.

"Emily! Are you ok?"

"Yes, we're fine. Please help us get out of here!"

"Where are you?" asked Mulder.

"Right at the end of the floor, you should soon be seeing a small wooden door. We're just behind" explained Emily.

"We're in the dungeons" said Mr.Tumnus.

Mulder followed their voices and soon he had reached the end of the floor. A small skylight let in enough luminosity for him to find the door leading to the dungeons. He tried to open it but it was locked. A large padlock made it impossible for him to remove the wooden flap.

"I can't open it, it's locked" said Mulder.

"Please get us out of here…" begged Emily and banged energetically against the door.

"There were tools on the floor when they brought us here, can you see anything?" asked Mr. Tumnus.

"I can see a pile of old iron right here in the corner" said Mulder.

"Please get us out" pleaded Emily once more.

"Don't worry Emily, everything's going to be alright" said Mulder while sorting the different items.

"Be quick, we need to get out before the Witch notices you're gone" said Tumnus.

"Maybe I could use this bar to force open the lock" said Mulder "You two, get away from the door I'll try to break the padlock"

He held the bar strongly and hit it several times against the door but the lock wouldn't budge. Mulder was getting nervous, he decided to give it a second try, this time he hit the padlock with all his strengths. Soon the sound of a heavy metallic piece falling onto the ground resounded in the corridor.

The door opened and Emily rushed into Mulder's embrace.

"I'm so happy you're here" whispered Emily quietly.

Mulder was deeply moved by the little girl's reaction; he held her tightly in his arms and gently rubbed her back.

"You're soaking wet…"

"It's the ice, it's melting" explained Emily.

"You won't be cold any longer, winter's over; it's spring now" said Mulder softly and kissed her on the forehead.

"You mean… the Dark Witch's magic has been destroyed?" asked the faun.

"I don't know what happened… but the sky is blue and the sun's shinning; let's get out of here and you'll be able to judge by yourself" said Mulder; and the next moment they all disappeared into the dark and gloomy floors of the Witch's house.

Meanwhile, the Dark Witch had changed her clothing and was now wearing her black dress. She had left her quarters and was heading towards the courtyard to see how the preparations were going on.

"Faster! Faster!" shouted the Witch as she proudly entered the court "I want my army to be ready soon; we have no time to lose".

"Your Majesty" said one of the fat dwarfs as he rushed to her feet "Our spies have come back from the mountains. They say that the Resistance group is marching towards the castle, and that they are well prepared for a battle. Maybe we should consider reforming our forces…"

"Foolish dwarf! Do you think that I, with my beauty and my Magic, will not be able to get rid of those poor forest animals? If it's a war they want… it's a war they shall get! But we will not change our plans"

"But… your Majesty" protested the dwarf.

"Have you already gathered all the faithful ones?" asked the Witch.

"Yes your Majesty, they should be here soon"

"Well then… I think it's time to wake up my darling husband to be…"

Miles away the members of the secret Resistance group were walking on hour after hour into what seemed a delicious dream. They were so mesmerized by the changing wheatear that they couldn't stop saying to each other "Look! There's a kingfisher" or "I say, bluebells!" or "What was that lovely smell?" or "Just listen to that thrush!" They walked on cheerily, drinking it all in, passing through patches of warm sunlight into cool, green thickets and out again into wide mossy glades where tall elms raised the leafy roof far overhead, and then into dense masses of flowering currant and among hawthorn bushes where the sweet smell was almost overpowering.

In a few hours they would reach the Garden of Youth. Great expectations and fear were inseparably linked whenever they thought about the approaching fight against the Dark Witch. For hundreds of years they had suffered her anger and craving desire for power; but now the sky was clearing; literally and metaphorically speaking. Spring had given them new strengths and restored their hopes for a free Narnia.

After flying over a wild country of steep hills and dark forests, Scully and Sapphire finally reached the Garden of Youth.

"Can you see that valley with the lake in it?" asked the horse.

"Yes"

"What about coming down and looking for a decent spot to hide and have some rest?"

"But wouldn't it be better to stay as close as possible to the Garden?" asked Scully.

"The Garden is situated on a flat terrain with hardly any hiding possibilities; I think it would be wiser to remain in the valley till we hear something…"

"Alright then"

So Sapphire came lower and lower. As they came down nearer to the earth and among the hills, the air grew warmer, and after traveling so many hours with nothing to listen to but the beat of Sapphire's wings, Scully found it nice to hear the homely and earthy noises again- the chatter of the river on its stony bed, and the creaking of trees in the light wind. A warm, good smell of sun-baked earth and grass and flowers came up to them.

Scully rolled off and was glad to stretch her stiff legs.

"I am hungry" she said.

"Well, tuck in," said Sapphire, taking a big mouthful of grass. Then he raised his head, still chewing and with bits of grass sticking out on each side of his mouth like whiskers, and said, "Come on, Daughter of Eve. Don't be shy. There's plenty for us all."

"But I can't eat grass" said Scully.

"H'm, h'm" said Sapphire, speaking with his mouth full. "Well- h'm- don't know quite what you'll do then. Very good grass too… What about that small bag you're carrying on your shoulder?"

"Mrs. Beaver packed it for me" said Scully.

"Well then…"

"I've already eaten everything up. I only got a bottle of water left…"

"I don't know…Unless you try the grass. You might like it better than you think"

"Oh, don't be silly" said Scully "humans don't eat grass!" and she sat down onto the ground, leaning her back against a tree trunk.

She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. She was tired and her thoughts rapidly wandered to Mulder and Emily. She had been thinking about them during the entire flight, hoping that they were still alive and safe.

Sapphire kept saying that the Witch's magic was weakening, that her winter had been destroyed, but what did that signify for Mulder and Emily? Would the Witch blame them for what was happening to her?

Scully was determined to find them and get back to their own world, but a lot of questions were disturbing her. What if the Witch had managed to enchant Mulder? What if he had fallen in love with her? Would she still be interested in keeping Emily as a prisoner?

"You're thinking about your partner, aren't you?" asked Sapphire quietly.

"Don't tell me that in addition to talk you can also read people's minds" said Scully on a lightly mocking tone.

"Your sorrow is written on your face" said the horse calmly. Scully opened her eyes and looked absently at the golden gates far above her. "Yeah… I was indeed thinking about him… and about Emily. I wonder where they are, what they're doing…and… I wish we could be together"

"Aren't you used to parting?" asked Sapphire.

"I've already lost him a few times in the past…but we usually tend to get into trouble together" said Scully and smiled warmly.

"He seems to have a weakness for getting into trouble with the wrong people" said Sapphire "The beaver told me".

"But he always manages to somehow solve it" said Scully confidently, and turned her head to look at the horse.

"Then you have no reason to worry? Do you? Besides, I don't think the Witch will harm them, they're precious. She knows Mulder won't give up the girl, and she needs Mulder to fulfill the prophecy…"

At the other end of Narnia, Mulder; Emily and Mr.Tumnus had managed to find their way out of the Witch's house without too much difficulty. Of course the house was huge and there were many doors, but the servants were all so busy preparing for the upcoming battle that no one had noticed them passing through the different halls and finally leaving the house.

"I've never seen such a sun!" said Mr.Tumnus as they finally reached the woods "I mean it's incredible just how fast things are changing..." The faun looked up to the blue sky and smiled, then he turned his head towards Emily "I told you you would love Narnia in summer! Isn't it beautiful…just look at the trees and flowers and birds… Narnia is finally alive"

"Yes it's magnificent" replied Emily while taking in the changes.

"We should move on before the Witch finds out we're gone" said Mulder.

"You're right, let's go further into the woods" said the faun and they all disappeared into the thick forest.

However, as they moved further into the darkness of the woods, something strange happened. A voice began to sing. It was very far away and Mulder find it hard to decide from what direction it was coming.

Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard.

"That song…" murmured Mulder.

"Ain't it lovely?" asked the faun.

"It's so beautiful one can hardly bear it" whispered Emily.

While they continued listening to the song, Mulder, Emily and the faun moved further into the forest; and the voice became louder and more triumphant.

They were drinking in the sound; and the eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it.

They were now very close to it. The earth around them was of many colors: they were fresh, hot and vivid, and made you feel warm and excited. That was, until you saw the singer himself…

TBC...

Now guess who the singer is:-)

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