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London, England, March 22 1916

Belgium, 9 August 1914
Victoria,
Emma is wounded but she's fine. She has been so courageous, you know.
The enemy is strong but don't worry for us, we'll beat them! I don't give them ten days to fall!
Be prepared for the celebration of our victory!
I'll be back very soon.
Arthur.

Calais, France, 23 August 1914
Victoria,
We've underestimated the enemy's forces. We've lost a big part of Belgium.
For Emma, we'll go and take her country back! I swear!
Do not worry for me, I won't be long.
I send you a kiss.
Arthur.

Marne, France, 13 September 1914
Victoria!
We've won! We've won a big battle! I knew our guys were brave! I knew we could do it!
See, victory is ours!
I can't wait for the moment I'll hold you in my arms again.
Arthur.

Picardy, France, 25 December 1914
Victoria.
I am sorry I had not found the time to write until today. We've been busy protecting Calais, Dunkerque and fighting in Flanders.
The enemy is tough. We tried to do breakthroughs but we failed many times. We're starting to dig trenches. Our guys are in good spirits but I don't like the way it is going on.
I still hope all this will end soon and well.
I send you kisses and wish you a merry Christmas. You've got also wishes from Emma and Francis.
Arthur.

Picardy, France, 27 February 1915
Victoria,
Winter is tough and cold here. It is snowing almost every day.
Maybe you would like snow because you've never ever seen snow but here snow melts in the tranches and makes them really dirty. A lot of men died of diseases. You can't imagine how harmful winter is, Victoria.
There are fights every day here, but there is never victory. All we're doing is standing still.
I'm so sorry I gave you hope for nothing.
This war will be long.
I love you.
Arthur.

Artois, France, 16 May 1915
My love,
The front line hasn't changed a lot since the beginning of the war and so many men have been killed. As far as I can remember, I've never been into a war with so much violence and deaths. I can't even describe it. All I hope is that you'll never have to be into a war. Times have changed. Now there are explosive shells, mustard gas, planes dropping bombs. Add diseases and rats to this and you can imagine the horror we're into. In this cursed place, we never see the sun. Our men are starting to lose hope. Some are even deserting. I'm not certain we will win. But Emma keeps on smiling and cheering. She's always been like this, refusing to show any sadness. But I know she keeps her real feelings inside of her. This is all her. Francis is fine, you don't have to worry for him.
I miss you so much.
Tenderly yours.
Your Arthur.

This one was the last letter I received.

Ten months no news. No news, good news, I know, and I was sure he was not dead, I wanted to believe it. But ten months no news. If only I could go on the battlefield and see him with my own eyes.

That was what I was wishing for until I found one of Arthur's secrets.

I was just knitting in his room, sat on his bed (since the beginning of the war I almost spent all my days and nights there for I could feel traces of his presence there) and suddenly I noticed the wardrobe door was opened. This very old wardrobe next to the door and in front of the window. I was pretty sure it was closed, and I can swear I had never touched it.

When I stood up to close it, I felt something weird. I could feel wind. How in the world a wardrobe could be windy?

I wanted to know why so I moved the clothes apart and then I discovered another room. It was a bedroom as well, with old traces of Arthur's presence, but the colors were different and there was a strong smell of spices in the air.

I gave a look through the window. There was a street surrounded by people in strange and bright colored clothes, some market stands of spices and fruits and a group of men trying to ride an elephant.

This was probably India. Maybe Kolkata.

And then I heard a wild growl behind me. This was the first time of my life I was finding myself in front of a tiger. It was a baby but it still had big and sharp teeth.

I stopped thinking and ran back into the wardrobe.

I found my way between the clothes, happy to be safe, but I suddenly got driven by an icy wind and my heart jumped when I noticed I had been close to fall from a gigantic uneven cliff dominating a storming dark sea. There was no one there. Not even a house. Just a similar old wardrobe planted in this unknown landscape. As I was close to catch a cold, I went back into the wardrobe while trying to cover my arms with my hands.

I pushed the clothes, wishing for seeing the Seychelles again but instead it took me here. When I approached the window I immediately recognized the place.

The rainy and cold weather, the dark red brick walls from the other side of the street, the little pub on the left: I am in Arthur's house in London.

And more precisely in his bedroom and taking the most courageous and foolish decision I have ever taken, if not the first decision I've ever made by myself! I'm so excited!

I took off my dress and put on one of Arthur's uniforms of the British Army. I tied up my hair to hide it under a helmet and looked at myself in the mirror in the ancient bedroom that has become a bathroom. The clothes are too large for me, the helmet is always about to fall on my eyes and the tip of the boots are quite far from my big toe but who would care? I look like a British soldier, right?

If Arthur shows no signs of life, I'll check by myself! I'm sure he'll be proud of me!

AN: Yes, I know, Narnia was written in the 50's but as I got the idea of the wardrobes long ago I couldn't erase it. Those wardrobes are very useful to travel in no time, aren't they? ;)

I don't own Narnia!