The Seeker
Summary: A short, hopefully sweet, ficlet about a little girl's try to get to Narnia. Because we've all done it before.
Disclaimer: Don't own Narnia. Wish my try to get there had worked though.
She waited until everyone was asleep. This was their third night in the new house and she was determined to try. It was a new house, it might work. It certainly hadn't in the old one, no matter how many times she'd tried.
Carefully, silently, she slid out from under the covers and slipped down the stairs. Her little sister was asleep, snoring lightly. It was amazing how even the most annoying person could look cute in their sleep. She turned to the wardrobe, padding softly towards it. She reached out a hand and turned the doorknob.
She was greeted by the sight of her dresses and coats, neatly hung on a rail above a set of drawers about a metre high, the wardrobe equally divided between the drawers and the hangers. It took a few moments for her to scramble up to the top of the drawers. She pushed aside the coats and peered into the darkness beyond. She could not see the back, that was a good sign, even if it was only because of the lack of light in the room. She pushed forward, hoping beyond hope that she would feel something other than wood…
Hoping in vain. Her fingers pressed against the hard, cold wardrobe back as they always had done before. And the same disappointment as before filled her as she pressed her cheek to the hateful thing and silently cried.
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