Chapter II

Peter rode his white unicorn as fast as he could, he thought that maybe he go there something would make sense out of his dream. When he finally reached to the entrance and he stopped his horse. "Ohh, Masseron, we've reached…" He said to his white unicorn.

"It has been a while since you been here Peter, why come now?" Masseron asked,

"There's something I must see…" Peter answered, as he jump off from Masseron to the ground with such ease, Masseron was amazed he never hurt himself.

"I'll be back…" He said,

Masseron only nodded as he saw his master walking further into the garden. "Edmund is right, something is going on with him" The unicorn murmured.

Peter walked in further the garden but she was not there, the fair lady daughter of Eve that he had seen in his dream, was just a dream. Peter turned around,

"Maybe you are not looking in the right place" Peter knew that voice and he turned around found no other than Aslan.

"Aslan…" He said in joy as he walked to him and hugged the big lion.

"King Peter, the Magnificient…" The lion welcomed the hugged,

"Please Aslan, if there a true king of Narnia it is you… why are you here?" He asked, curious about Aslan visit.

"Something tells me, there's one the kings of Narnia who's not happy…" Aslan said as they both started walking.

Peter didn't answered but kept walking. "You are not happy Peter, why is that?" Aslan asked,

Peter kept walking but then he decided to finally talk "Is not that I'm not happy, I've learned to love Narnia as my home but…"

"Something's missing?" Aslan finished for him

"And I can quietly figure it out…" Peter said in a low voice, "That dream it just make me wonders…."

"If she's the part missing?" For a few seconds he thought that Aslan was reading his mind.

"My boy, that's something I cannot tell you… only your heart would tell you if that's the woman you must be with" Aslan answered wisely.

"Then why dream of her?" He said frustrated and turning his face to his loyal animal friend in search of some answers but instead he saw worrines on the dark eyes of Aslan, "is there something else, a big problem, right?"

The lion nodded, "There's another reason I came back… I've been told that there's have been some plotting, in the dark corners of Narnia, a group of corrupters may want to rise up against the two kings and two queens…" Aslan said worriedly

"Are you serious? Aslan we must do something" Peter said alarmed, the first thing that came into his mind was her sisters, they were far from home.

"But is being kept secret, and all the information has not reached to me but we must be precautious… we must defend Narnia from evil" Aslan ordered,

"Indeed, I must go back to the Castle, are you coming with me Aslan?" Peter asked, he knew people would be glad to see him.

"Not this time, I must keep gathering information…. I'll go the castle, when I know more" Aslan said,

Peter only nodded "I shall see you again Aslan…" He started walking back to the entrance.

"And Peter?" Peter turned around.

"When you would not be looking for it, you would find it…" Aslan said, before roughing hard and running on the opposite direction.

Peter smiled at his words, that was Aslan he always found the way to say something that would leave you thinking.

….

"Mom, at what time he said he would get there?" Diane was driving Maryoli to her concert, she played violin for the symphonic band of the school but tonight after much work she was had her first solo.

"He said he would be there at six…" Diane looked at her daughter, she was wearing a long white dress, and he hair was up in a bond. She was proud of her herself she had done an amazing job with the make up. Not that Maryoli needed any but she was about to be on stage and she need to have make up so she could be notice.

"I hope so… I've worked to hard for him not to come," She said as she leaned against the window.

"Don't worry he wouldn't miss it" Diane said assuring her everything was going to work out.

An hour later,

Mary was on backstage, checking her that her violin was well tuned and she placed it over her shoulder and make sure that everything was right.

"You are going to be great…" Tati said as she stood up behind her,

"Thank you… how they let you in?" Maryoli hugged her friend.

"Oh well… I have my tricks, the boy watching the door, is Steve so I just flirted with him a little and he let me in" Tati giggled,

"Oh, Tatiana, you are bad…." Maryoli laughed at her friend,

"Maryoli, you are next…. So get ready" Charles her music professor told her,

Maryoli only nodded as she took deep breathes. "You look stunning… and don't worry you are going to rock their world," Tati said,

"Yeah…" Maryoli smiled,

After that comforting piece by Miss Rice and her Harp to end the string session, Miss Maryoli Adams, playing for us her own written piece, Leaving all behind. The presenter announced as she heard the applause she stepped into the stage walking slowly but surely, and she smiled as she saw how full the place was. She sat down on the chair and she immediately spotted her mother but something stroke her heart, her dad was not there.

Diane saw the expression of her daughter, she had just received a call from his husband, he wasn't going to make it.

Maryoli closed her eyes, and put the violin on her shoulder just as song title's all her happiness was left behind the moment she moved into that big house.

She started, playing. Yes they were economical well now, she could say she was almost rich but no money in the world, could take away the pain she was feeling, his father as everyday that passed by, he was becoming a stranger in her life but he didn't see that, he father always wanted the better for all them but she never thought that having money could change things like that.

Diane saw her daughter playing, she was playing with such passion but it wasn't happiness that was feeling but pain, George had managed to little by little start breaking his own daughter heart.

When she was done, she heard all the applauses and even few people stood up she stood up and bow quickly, in another time that kind of ovation would have exactly what she dreamt but it meant nothing because her biggest fan wasn't there.

….

On their way home, Maryoli didn't speak much her mother neither tried to excuse his father because she didn't expect him to miss that presentation.

When they've reached home, her father's car was already parked.

"Sweetie…" Diane started,

"Don't mom….please don't" She took off her sea belt and got down of the car.

As she entered to the house her father was waiting for her in the living room with a bouquet of flowers. "Sweetie…" He called her but she ignored him and went upstairs directly.

"Maryoli, I'm sorry it wasn't my intention" He started following,

"It never is Dad, it never is…" She said as she took of her sandals and kept going up.

"Honey, is just a concert…" He said

That was it, she briskly turned, "Just a concert? It was my first solo presentation and you were not there, my concerts were always your major priority you never missed one and the must important one you couldn't be there" She said angrily.

"Honey… I had a meeting" He started

"Yes you always have a meeting, you always have something to do, you don't even bother to look at mom or me you think that with a blank check or an unlimited credit card can solve it all…" She spat out,

"Maryoli…." He could see the anger of her daughter, never had failed her and now that he was he felt like crap.

"If being normal being not having fine shoes…" She threw her sandals away, "Or expensive jewelry…" She took of her emerald earrings and threw them away.

"Then you know what dad? I prefer being poor and happy than being rich and miserable" She turned around and ran to her room.

Her dad look down in the floor at the earring he had given to her, the day he missed her volleyball game. Little by little her daughter has started to distance himself from her and he didn't even knew it.

He looked down and Diane was in the end of the stairs, with tears in her eyes. She looked away and she walked out. He thought that now that he was able to provide them a better living things would be better but they were unhappy as ever.

Maryoli slammed her door and threw herself over her bed. She didn't know why she was so angry, but she felt like she was loosing her father. Tears run through cheek, it has been quite a while since she cried but she didn't care anymore she was angry, so angry that she could feel her heart breaking into pieces. Seconds became minutes and minutes turn into hours after a few while she felt asleep.

"What do you want me to say Diane? I couldn't just walk out of the meeting it was important…" George and his wife were in the kitchen.

"Honey I know but if you keep this pace you are going to loose her… I'm not saying you have to quit but you need to make some time for your daughter…" Then she grabbed his hand, "Us… this family used to be so close and now, we barely speak to each other" His wife words made him sighed, she was right indeed she was loosing his only daughter.

"I need to talk with her…" He said,

"We… lets talk both with her, maybe that would help her" Diane suggested,

"You are right…" They both stood up and went upstairs, they were holding each other hand as they reached to her door, the day after they moved out George helped her daughter painting her door, that's was Maryoli artistic and witty but lately that charm was fading away.

Diane knocked the door. "Honey…is us, please open" Her mother said aloud.

Maryoli opened her eyes as she hear her mother voice. "We need to talk to you," His father said

But Maryoli still didn't want to see him. "Go away… I don't want to talk to you" She said against her pillow

"Honey… please, I know that I fail but we can fix this…" He said,

Maryoli at the moment didn't felt the same; at least in that same exact moment so she stood up from her bed, and walked to the window. Then she remembered it wasn't as her old house that that she could jump off. She still hear the knocks and his father talking but she was not really listening, then she looked at her right side and there it was, the old wardrobe that she had bought. She quickly walked by and opened the door, she had just put some coats and some shoes. She carefully step into and sat down on the floor before closing the door.

Maryoli felt relieved as she couldn't hear her parent's voices; maybe she could stay there for a while until they would give up and go away.

She looked around it very dark; she couldn't even see her hand. She starting touching around looking for the end of it so she could, reclined herself against it. But for some reason her hand kept didn't find no wall. She started crawling and wondered how deep this wardrobe was.

She kept going as branch came in right in a slap her, "Ok, this is weird" She murmured as she pushed it away, then she felt more branches, and more branches touching her body until she finally was not longer in the wardrobe but she was in a forest. She slowly stood up and looked around.

"Impossible…" She whispered in amazed as she looked around, never had she seen such beautiful forest. How could that old wardrobe had lead her to such beautiful place, her curiosity grew in her heart as she felt she should explore more of this beautiful forest.