CHAPTER FIVE

The words replayed over and over again in my mind as I tried to sleep. Profundus veneficus mos fio laxo quod niveus mos evinco insuadibilis filius totus of…

What is it? What does it all mean? I had no idea, and the thoughts did not become clearer as I sat through the night, tossing and turning with terrible thoughts controlling me. I had to find out what it meant. All the possibilities of the door meaning nothing had vanished. This mystery was real. And the diary I found and the door were at it's center. But all the information I had meant nothing. I needed help, and from someone who was older and wiser then me.

(….)

The next day I told Susan I was visiting an old friend of mine for the day, and probably wouldn't be back till nightfall. "Alright." Susan had said, "I'd love to join you, but there is this big meeting about the well-fare of dwarfs up north today that I can't miss…" Which ended up working perfectly. I just didn't think it was a good idea to have too many people knowing about this. If I told Susan, she'd tell her siblings and Peter and Edmund would want to know what on earth was going on and if I told them they would tell the royal court and…well, you get the picture.

I managed to make it to Tashban by the afternoon, and from there I found the place in which I was looking for.

MADAME ROSALIE

TELLER OF THE GREAT BEYOND AND FORTUNE READER.

The sign above the door read. I pushed through the door and was delighted by the warmth I was greeted with as the door closed behind me. The sweet smell of lavender and wine filled my nostrils as an old women's voice reached my ears. "Ah, who has come to Madame Rosalie in search of truth and a joyful future?" I turned the corner and saw a round wooden table, covered in what must have been an old window curtain. At the table sat an old woman, who must have been Madame Rosalie. "Why hello," she greeted me, "Have you come to seek the help of the great Madame Rosalie?"

I sat down opposite of her on a termite-eaten stool and said "Uh, yes. You see, I…" "No need to waste your breath, dear girl, I know why thee has come." Her dark face detailed with many wrinkles gave a smile, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now where is this troubled book of yours?" she asked.

My eyes widened in amazement, this women was for real. "Oh, uh…here," I took the book from my bag and handed it to the woman. "Ah," Madame Rosalie turned the book over in her hands in wonder. "This book has survived through many ages…passed through many people I see…there is one particular section that have been bothering you, I presume?"

"Yes, there is."

"Hm," the wise woman looked up at me with a mysterious smile. "Would you like to hear what is says?" I nodded, and I was surprised when the old women got up and began to fiddle with strange bottles on a table I hadn't realized was there.

"I m going to make the perfect mixture to uncover the secret of the book of yours," she said, most likely reading my mind.

"Oh,"

"I'm going to need this…" the Madame said as she picked up a bottle in which held a murky-colored substance.

No sooner, Madame Rosalie had set up a black caldron onto the table, and began to pour various potions into it. A light wind began to blow and I looked about, the window or the door was not open. "It is working." Madame Rosalie gave a happy cackle as she held out her hand for the book. I handed her the leather-bound journal and for a moment I watched in horror as she dropped the book into the caldron.

"What?"

"Quiet your tongue!" the woman ordered and the mysterious wind blew a final time, putting out all the candles in the room.

It was working.

Madame Rosalie took a step towards the now luminous pot, and breathed in its fumes. "Ahhh," she sighed, "Come closer, my child." I came reluctantly, almost afraid of what would happen when I did. Madame Rosalie breathed in the smoke a final time. "Now," she whispered, "I must-."

I looked in horror as Madame Rosalie's eyes widened, her face turned pale and her body shook with power. She coughed terribly as if she were choking and grabbed me in an almost urgency. I tried to stifle my scream as the mysterious women began to recite the passage in the book in a horrible, chilling voice…

"The deepest – magic - will be-become undone – and the Wh-whitch will defeat Adam's – Son – all of Narnia – will – be overturned," the women gasped and shook my shoulders incredibly hard, "and – Jadis-'s lesson – will be learned. The light from the pot flickered, and by this time Madame Rosalie began to shout, "AND ONCE CAIR PARAVEL IS DEFEATED – SOON WILL RISE THE WICKED!" Madame Rosalie shrieked in a terrible voice and fell to the ground. I was too shocked to scream, I didn't know what to do. Was she dead? Did I kill her? "Madame -." I started to say, teaching out my hand to help her up. "Don't you dare touch me!" The once calm women shouted as she got from the cold floor. Madame Rosalie's first sparkling eyes were now wide with a fearful rage. "Get out of my house you child of filth," she shrieked, "No witch such as you shall ever curse my doorstep!"

"Madame, what…"

"Get out you vile creature!"

"WHAT ARE YOU…"

Before I could choke out my words, Madame Rosalie had taken the book, and me, and shoved us from the room and out into the cold October night.