Sorry for some html mistakes back in the last chapter i'm new at this
Hopefully, it'll get more exciting than this
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Part I Chapter II
The upstairs bedrooms and hallways were filled with stomping and loud footsteps echoing from hall to hall and from ear to ear. Lucy was missing from her bedroom and nowhere to be found. Shouts of Lucy's name bounced off walls and there were never any responses back to the two Pevensie brothers.
"Lucy!" Edmund kept shouting, the first placed he checked was the room with the wardrobe. It was hot in that room. Edmund walked towards the wardrobe and hesitantly raised his hand to the knob of wardrobe.
'Maybe, she went to Narnia' he thought. His hand was on the knob for quite some time, his hands were already sweating in the contact with the metal. It could be because of the hot weather or his nervousness that consumed him in the moment. 'Just get it over with' he thought 'Do it quick!'
He did, he swung the door hard, but there was no light shining into his face, no scent of pine filled his nose, no lion roar from Aslan. All he saw were the same fur coats with mothballs. With disappointment and relief, he let go of the knob and looked down. He sighed a sigh that was of sadness, but of gladness. 'Maybe she didn't go to Narnia after all.'
Meanwhile, Peter had been stomping around the house and entering every single room in the mansion. Coming into the hall of the room with the wardrobe, he finds an open door. The last door in the hall. He had never noticed it before, but it was a white door unlike any of the other doors in the mansion. Maybe he had never noticed it before was because it blended it with the walls that were also white. Everything on that door was white. The hinges were not gold but a carved metal, painted in white. The doorknob was different. It was instead a handle like to an iron, in ivory white. Edmund then came out of the wardrobe room.
"Lucy didn't go to Narnia, the entrance to Narnia is closed. I guess Aslan meant it that some of us just can't go back anymore."
Peter pointed to the open white door. "Have you ever noticed that door before Edmund? That door down the hall."
Edmund turned around to see what Peter was speaking of. Indeed, he had never seen the white door before.
"I've never seen that door before" exclaimed Edmund.
"Maybe it's always been there, but we just never noticed it because it's white like the walls" Peter wondered. He began to walk toward the door and looked up the stairs.
"What do you see? You think Lucy's in there?" said Edmund
"It's the only room we haven't checked" Peter looked up the stairs again. He saw dim light, which he assumed they were from dusty windows. "It's an attic Edmund" Peter then walked up the stairs.
"Attic?" Edmund said as he followed Peter from behind. "I didn't even know this place had an attic, at least, it doesn't look like so from the outside."
The light in the room was dim, the windows were covered in dust. Edmund took a dusty cloth that was on the railing and tried to clean the windows for better light. He began to cough. He turned around to cough elsewhere when he noticed a light on the wall. Where would that light come from when the other windows are dusty? He looked from the clean window and turned around to see a mirror. It reflected back the bright light that escaped through the glass. Something was enchanting about that mirror. It was a big mirror, its frame was carved in a beautiful, burgundy mahogany wood if you didn't mind the dust.
"What are you looking at Ed?" Peter stared into Edmund's amazed eyes and turned around to find the eerie mirror looking over him. He saw his own reflection and Edmunds. He ran his fingers down the dusty mirror frame and looked at his fingers. It was filled with its grime and he rubbed it off with his pants. He turned to Ed once more.
"What's so special?"
"I don't know…that mirror reminds me of something though" Edmund sighed. He scratched his head as he tried to think of what it was that the mirror reminded him of.
"I don't think Lu-"
Peter began to hear soft chimes in the air. He turned around wondering where it came from. The chimes reached Edmund's ears and then it echoed.
"Did you hear that?" asked Edmund
The sounds began to get louder, and then the same voice from that night returned. It was angelic as its last visit
"Yeah…" said Peter "But where is it coming from?"
The angelic voice then said the same words again "Our hearts will blend, once more again. This new era has begun. We shan't leave them to rule with their bright less sun. Our hearts will blend, once more and again. Let not pure be tainted. We shan't let our souls wither into their darkest. Our hearts will blend, and with it, the light will overcome…"
"Who's saying that?" questioned Edmund
Peter looked to the ground and saw his own shadow. 'But there are no windows behind me' he thought He looked to Edmund who's eyes were practically bulging from his eyes. Peter turned around, and saw that magnificent mirror shining as bright as ever. The voice became louder and finished the poem.
"…once more and again." It began to repeat it, the same as it did when the night before.
"Impossible" Peter said
"Those words belong to Susan" exclaimed Edmund. He walked toward the shining mirror. He raised his hand to touch the mirror.
"Wait Ed, maybe we shouldn't" Peter looked at Ed with a worried look.
"Peter, Lucy could be in there!"
Peter looked down and back into the mirror. It was a long moment before he spoke again. "Then let me go first"
Edmund smiled and stepped back as Peter raised his own hand to touch the shiny mirror. At first his hand didn't fall through, but he pushed his hand through and his hand disappeared in the silvery mix. Ripples scattered throughout the mirror. He picked up his other hand to push through and continued through. Before his head completely disappeared he turned to Edmund.
"Come on!" And then he was gone.
Edmund hurried to the mirror and pushed himself through. He saw the brightest light for quite a while, and he kept walking until he saw an opening with a landscape of mountains and trees. He stepped out but when he did, he fell. He was on Peter's back. Edmund quickly turned around to see what he came out of. A bright white door stood about 5 feet above them. The frame to the door was the same frame to the mirror, but only this time, in white. Edmund watched it as the white door began to fade into the scenery of forests.
"It would make my day if you got off my back sometimes Ed…literally" Peter groaned. He was faced flat on the ground with his arms beneath his chest. Edmund slowly got off of Peter and was sitting on the ground.
"Sorry Peter"
Peter stood up and looked around. He was amazed. He had his hands around his cheeks and smiling. Soon he was laughing.
"Jesus Christ! Do you know where we are Edmund! Do you?" yelled Peter. It was for sure he was ecstatic.
Edmund stood up and brushed the leaves off his pants. He looked around the wooded area. "We're in the Western Woods" then a moment later he was laughing, jumping up and down with Peter. "We're in Narnia!"
"I thought I would never come back! Aslan said… Aslan said-" Peter was out of breath from excitement.
"We know what Aslan said, he said that you and Susan are unable to come back into Narnia" repeated Edmund
"But then how did we get here! How did I get here!" Peter turned around in every corner of the forest there could be.
"Well, we came through a mirror, that's what we know. A white attic door, and then a mirror." Edmund sat down again filled with awe that he could not stand. Peter then got his senses together and pulled Edmund up.
"Yes, we came through a mirror. We came through that mirror to find Lucy, and it's Lucy we should find. Come on Ed, look around" said Peter.
Peter, still filled with joy, jittered around the area to look for signs of Peter. Edmund only took a few steps when he noticed a red thread on a tree limb. He walked towards the thick thread to take a closer look.
"Peter!"
Peter hurried to Edmund and he noticed the red thread also. "Lucy doesn't have a red nightgown, does she?" asked Peter.
"No, I don't think so"
Peter looked down to find more threads. He cleared the leaves and then he found hoof imprints. He felt the ground around it, and it was still soft. Edmund looked down upon the imprints too and looked toward the direction of the hooves. Edmund and Peter looked to each other and smiled "Mr. Tumnus."