Chapter 5
Back Into The Wardrobe
Susan and Paravatia's journey was very quick. As she left the cemetery, she caught a cab. The cab driver had asked about the Elf and Susan's only reply was that, "It is a present for my dear cousin, Essie. And it talks too." The cab driver had of course thought Susan's story was true and they sent off toward Professor Kirke's old abandoned home. Since the Professor was in Narnia (or somewhere else), his home had been boarded up. As the cab arrived in front of the house, the cab driver gave it one glance and said, "Sure you don't wanna go somewhere else, miss?"
"No, here is fine." said Susan, kindly. She and Paravatia left the cab. Once, she had closed the door and handed him his fee, it sped off down the dirt road.
Susan stared up at the house. Even though the sun was shining brightly on the gorgeous green lawn, she kept help but feel something sinister brewing inside that house.
"Lets go, your Grace." said Paravatia, tugging on Susan's jacket.
They walked up to the front door, which had decayed over a year's time. She gently pushed it open, but it fell with a crash on the inside of the house. They entered. The house smelled of something rotten. There was thick layers of dust on everything. Along with many strings of spider webs.
Susan and Paravatia headed up the staircase. She had began to have several memories being inside the Professor's home. How they had ran from MacCready and entered the magical wardrobe and thus her adventure in Narnia and her reign as Queen began.
"Just up ahead." said Susan to herself, remembering the way.
Within a few minutes, they were standing in the hallway where they would find the room, hosting the wardrobe. She walked up to that door and pushed it open. The door swung open and there stood the amazing craved wardrobe. She had learned from Peter that the wardrobe was made from a tree grown from a seed that Professor Kirke brought back to Earth from Narnia. She had, of course, dismissed it as a childish prank, not believing that the Professor would know anything of Narnia.
"Your Majesty, it is time." said Paravatia, crossing over to the wardrobe. She opened it and entered.
"Wait for me!" said Susan, running after the Elf. She opened the door to the wardrobe wider so she could fit in. It was completely dark and she couldn't see a thing. All of the Professor's coats had been taken out and she was standing in a bare wardrobe. "Paravatia! Where are you? Para?! Para?!"
"I'm here your Grace!" peeped up Paravatia, from the back of the wardrobe. "We must hurry!"
"I'm coming!" said Susan, picking up her pace. And soon, she was standing in a beautiful woodland side of Narnia. She was in complete awe and shock. As she had rejected this place for nearly six years and now to have returned is mind boggling. She couldn't even stand up and collapsed to the ground.
"Is your Grace, alright?" asked Paravatia.
"I'm fine, dear Elf, just fine." said Susan, weakly. "I can't believe I'm back."
"Yes, your Majesty." said Paravatia.
"Please, Para, call me Susan." said Susan.
"Alright, Queen Susan." said Paravatia, kindly. "May I add, Queen Susan that the lamppost is just between those trees." She pointed to a bundle of trees in the distance.
"Lets get moving. I want to know whose waiting for me there." said Susan, standing up and walking in the direction of the lamppost.