"Rachel . . . Rachel!" I heard someone whispering to me.
I opened my eyes and saw Lucy beside my bed. I looked over at the clock and it said 12:03 a.m.
"If you really believe me, then you'll come with me." Lucy said whispering.
"Alright, alright."
I got up and put on a black but thin cloak. It had sleeves and a hood. I followed her out of my room, passed everyone else's room, up some stairs, then to the spare room. She quietly opened the room's door and closed it behind me as I stepped in. Then she walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She turned around and looked at me.
"Well come on!" She said smiling as she stepped inside.
I followed her inside the wardrobe. I pushed my way thought the thick and heavy coats. The next thing I touched, was not a coat. It felt cold and wet. I pushed the rest of the coats out of the way and stepped into a forest. I looked on the ground and saw the snow melt around my feet quickly. I guess it's because I'm fire. I looked around in awe.
"Welcome to Narnia!" Lucy exclaimed.
"It's beautiful!" I said.
"Come on. You have to meet Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy said taking my hand and leading me into the forest.
We walked around trees and then we finally came to a cliff. We walked alongside of the cliff until we came to a little door in it. Lucy continued to drag me up to the door. Lucy knocked on it.
"Coming! Coming!" Said a male's voice from inside.
The door opened and a faun stepped in the doorway.
"Rachel . . . this is Mr. Tumnus." Lucy said.
"A-are you sisters?" He asked.
"No . . . she's not related to me . . . " I began to say.
"Then you're a witch." He said.
"How . . . d-did you know?" I asked stunned.
"Well . . .w-would you like to come in?" He stuttered.
"Oh! That would be great!" Lucy exclaimed.
"Well, come in then!" He said opening his door wide.
Lucy grabbed my hand and dragged me in. Mr. Tumnus's house was very cozy. There was a fire going and beside the fire was a table. There was also a picture on the table of a faun with a gray beard.
"So . . . what is your name again, New Witch?" Asked Mr. Tumnus as he took a sip of his hot tea.
"My name is Rachel Lewis . . . "
"Would you like to listen to some music?" Lucy asked, "Mr. Tumnus is quite a flute player. It's a Narnian Lullaby . . . "
"She won't got to sleep to it like you did." Mr. Tumnus said.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Because she 's a witch . . . how I knew she was a witch in the first place was because of how the snow melted around her. Spells cannot be produced on her. The only person; other than Aslan, that is more powerful than the White Witch, is the New Witch . . . "
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"There's a prophecy . . . that once the New Witch enters Narnia along with two daughters of Eve and two Sons of Adam, the White Witch will fall and winter will be no more . . ."
"Now . . . can you please play the song? Just for Rachel? Pretty please?" Lucy begged.
"Oh alright." Mr. Tumnus said, finally giving in.
He walked to the fireplace and on the mantel, he pulled a wooden box down. He opened it up and brought out a two-pronged flute.
"You haven't heard and Narnian lullabies . . . have you?"
"No sir . . . I haven't."
"Good . . . because this probably won't sound any thing like one . . . "
He began to play the flute. It was soothing and beautiful. In his fire, pictures suddenly came to life. First was a boy (which I had identified as peter) holding a sword and riding a unicorn. Then came a woman in a pretty dress, with her long and straight hair, down, turned into a griffin. (I had figured that one was me). Then a picture of dancing and parading animals. They looked as if they were celebrating. Then it showed a woman (me) on the couch lying in a man's lap (Peter).
"What?" I whispered to myself.
It showed him playing with my hair and then kissing my forehead as I fell asleep. Then a lion roared in the fire. Mr. Tumnus quit playing and so all the flames went out including his "roaring" fire. I put my hand in front of the fireplace and ignited the logs. Then I went around the living room looking for all his candles that had blown out. I blew on them and then they ignited in my breath. As I finished off the last candle, Mr. Tumnus made a sigh.
"You and Lucy had better go. It is beginning to get late."
"Alright . . . Rachel. Let's go!" Lucy agreed.
"What's the hurry?" I asked.
"The White Witch might know we're here." Lucy explained.
"Yes, and it's very dangerous for Lucy to be here along with her brothers and sister . . . but for you? Oh my . . . the White Witch will hunt you down and torture you. She'll force you to watch Lucy and the others die . . . especially Peter. It's also part of the prophecy that one of the Sons of Adam will fall in love with the New Witch. Well . . . at least if she doesn't turn evil . . ."
"So . . . let's go before we die." I said bluntly.
"Bye Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy cried out.
"Take good care." I said as we walked out.
"Will do." He said as he quickly shut the door.
"Come on! Let's go!" Lucy cried.
She grabbed me hand dragged me back the way we came. We got to the opening when we suddenly saw Edmund.
"Ed?" Lucy asked surprised.