The Lion in an Angel

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Chapter 4: Impossible!

Agnes POV

Thing have gone bad to worse.

It has been two days since Henry and Lucy talked about their adventures with Mr. Tumnus in a land called Narnia inside the wardrobe in the spare room. Peter, Susa, and Edmund think it is just a joke. A silly kid's game the two made up to pass the time. But a silly game usually lasted a few hours not a couple of days. And the more I hear this, the more I think they are telling the truth. I don't know why, but I believe them. Henry doesn't lie and from the days of knowing Lucy she's too innocent to say a light lie.

However last night Lucy proclaimed she went to Narnia again and this time Edmund went with her. For a moment the older Pevensie believed this until Edmund said he was only pretending. Now things have become awkward that the Professors got involved. I remember the awkward conversation between Susan, Peter, and I with the Professor in his office.

The Professor sat by his desk applies tobacco into his pipe. "You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper."

"We're very sorry, sir. It won't happen again." Peter assures.

"It's our sister, sir. Lucy." Susan started to explain.

"And my brother, Henry." I added.

"The weeping children," The Professor confirmed.

"Yes sir," I answered. "They're upset."

"Hence the weeping," he said.

"It's nothing," Peter assured, with a serious tone. "We can handle it."

"I can see that."

"They think they have found a magical land." Susan said. "In the upstairs wardrobe."

Instantly Professor Kirke stopped adding tobacco to his pipe. His grey-blue eyes widen intrigued and bemused to hear such a thing. Like he seen it long ago as a secret and then another person said the words breaking it. He stood up walking towards us gesturing to the plush sofa. "What did you say?" Peter, Susan, and I sat on the same couch while the Professor sat across from us. He appeared excited apparently.

"Um, the wardrobe, upstairs." Peter said. "Lucy and Henry think they've found a forest inside it."

"They won't stop going on about it." Susan exaggerated.

"What was it like?" The Professor asked.

"Intriguing," I answered.

However Susan said the opposite, "Like talking to a lunatic."

"No, no, no, not them." The Professor said. "The Forest."

"Pardon?" I asked confused.

"You're not saying you believe them?" Peter asked as well.

"You don't?" Professor Kirke challenge.

"But of course not." Susan replied. "I mean, logically, it's impossible."

The Professor gave us a blank face before shaking his head, "What do they teach in schools these days?"

"Edmund said they were only pretending," Peter said.

"He's usually the more truthful one, is he?" he asked.

"No. This would be the first time." Peter answered.

"Well, if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically we must assume she's telling the truth. Along with Henry," Professor Kirke then put the pipe in his mouth lighting the herbal end.

"You're saying that we should just believe them?" Peter asked.

"They're your siblings, aren't they? You're their family." Kirke implied. "You might just try acting like one."

Peter and Susan left the studies for bed while I stayed in my seat. The Professor continues to smoke his pipe staring at me. I wanted to continue the discussion and talk about the pine needles in Henry shoes the other day. Talk about his dream of this lion.

"I see you disagree with the Pevensie," Professor Kirke noted.

I sighed, "I've notice when the Henry and Lucy started talking about Narnia that their shoes were wet. Also when checking on Henry braces they were loose and found pine needles in his shoes."

"Ah, you're very observant." He said taking another puff of his pipe.

"Sir, I know Henry and practically am his keeper, so he wouldn't lie about anything or go over the top," I explained. "A place calls Narnia, a forest in a wardrobe, and a faun called Tumnus….it doesn't add up."

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I think it's possible," I answered not realizing what I just said till it. "Sorry…it must be silly."

"Heaven no," Professor Kirke said. "As the saying goes believing is seeing. You can only see it when you least expect it. Now tis late and I've a feeling this is only the beginning."

I nodded saying goodnight to the Professor and returned to the room to find Henry still asleep through the chaos that happened tonight. I petted his ginger locks for a moment before kissing his head and went to sleep. Unlike most dreams based of books, memories, or whatever the subconscious mind brings in the dream realm I dreamt of a world covered in winter melting slowly. A large river covered in ice while the current begins to increase at an unexplainable pace.

.o0o.

The next day the weather seemed lovely that we all went outside. I sat under a tree reading my book while Henry and Lucy read theirs. Peter, Susan, and Edmund were playing cricket. Peter being the pitcher, Edmund batter, and Susan was the spotter. They were slightly noisy, loud in fact to a point I was re-reading paragraphs.

"Come on you guys, come and play." Peter called out.

"After I find out what happens to dwarves and their war," I called out.

Peter, Susan, and Edmund gave a sharp look at me but I didn't pay attention. So what if I liked reading fantasy fiction. It's not like Middle earth where there are hobbits, dwarves, elves, and human fighting over stuff in the cupboard. Also taking the Professor advice and believe Henry and Lucy. So here I am in the imaginative quiet zone. The others sighed and went back to their game.

"Peter winds up, poised, to take another wicket!" Pete narrated, throwing the solid ball at Edmund. Unfortunately Edmund wasn't paying attention as the ball hit him in the thigh. The young boy glared at his brother rubbing the abused thigh. "Whoops! Wake up, Dolly Daydreamer."

"Why can't we play hide and seek again?" Edmund asked. Instantly Lucy and Henry glared at him.

Susan tossed the ball to Peter who went back to position. "I thought you said it was a kid's game."

"Besides, we could all use the fresh air." Susan said.

"It's not like there isn't air inside." Edmund rudely replied.

I sighed turning the next page. I was beginning to get engrossed to the conversation of the characters that a loud sound of shattering glass and crashing followed it. My head snapped out of the page to see the older Pevensies shock staring at the second floor window. On the right panel where the stain glass of the mansion shield crest lies a hold on the glass. Oh you got to be kidding.

All of us went inside to investigate where the crash noise came from. In the Professors second study the knight armor was knocked down. The helmet had a dent on it, the left arm disconnected, and legs bent awkwardly. Oh dear this wasn't going to be good if Mrs. Macready discovers this. If she found this all of us are sleeping in the stables.

"Well done, Ed." Peter said.

"You bowled it!" Edmund counter.

"What on earth is goin' on?" Mrs. Macready voice exclaimed.

"The Macready!" Susan announced.

"Come on," Peter incurred as we instantly ran out of the studies trying to find a hiding place.

However everywhere we go she seemed to be everywhere. Her footsteps loud marching on the wood flooring or anywhere from the first, second, and third floor. We ended on the second floor in the spare room where the wardrobe stood. Oh no, how on earth did we ended up here. Edmund ran up to the wardrobe opening the door. He can't be serious, that thing can't possibly hold six people.

"Come on," he gestured.

"Oh, you've got to be joking." Susan said.

Before any of us could add to that comment, footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Either be cramped in a wardrobe or fear the wrath of Mrs. Macready? Immediately we all ran into the wardrobe. It was small with all the fur cloaks while everybody pushed and shoved. Lucy, Henry, and Edmund were pushing Susan, Peter, and I back to the far wall, except there was no far wall till us older siblings fell back landing on cold snow.

Snow.

Instantly we got on our feet to discover ourselves no longer in the wardrobe per say but in some winter wonderland. There was snow everywhere in a forest…a forest inside the wardrobe. How can this be? It's practically impossible. So Henry and Lucy were absolutely telling the truth. Yet the words that came out of my mouth were, "Is this a dream?"

"Impossible," Susan gasped.

"Don't worry," Lucy said. "I'm sure it's just your imagination."

"I don't suppose saying we're sorry wouldn't quiet cover it?" Peter asked.

"No. It wouldn't," Lucy answered as she and Henry gave a deviant look. Before any of us could comprehend what happen next. Snowballs smashed into Peter and my face. We gasped at the coldness to the snowballs while Lucy giggled. "But that might!"

Oh, it's on as we all got into a snowball fight. Tossing snowballs at each other laughing of heads off. I manage to get Henry in the head as payback. He yelped before having two balls in his hand and gave me a surprised hug smearing the snow to the back of my blouse. I screamed his name from the coldness before tackle him on the snow dune. We were all laughing when a snowball struck Edmund. Realization struck in that Edmund had indeed been to Narnia and lied to the rest of us.

"Ow!" Edmund said rubbing his arm. "Stop it!"

"You little liar," Peter growled.

"You didn't believe them, either." Edmund protested.

"Apologize to Lucy and Henry," Peter ordered. "Say you're sorry."

"All right! I'm sorry," Edmund apologized, but he didn't mean it.

"It's all right," Henry said.

"Some children just don't know when to stop pretending." Lucy added.

Edmund scoffed at the comment. Well, he did had his words chewed him on that part he deserved.

"Maybe we should go back," Susan advised.

"But shouldn't we at least take a look around?" Edmund suggested.

"I think Lucy should decide." Peter said.

Lucy gasped with a smile, "I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!"

"Mr. Tumnus it is then," I said with a smile, walking to the wardrobe with Peter to fetch some fur coats.

"But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this." Susan disagreed.

"No," Peter said as we came out handing out sibling some fur coats. "But I'm sure the professor wouldn't mind us using these. Anyway, if you think about it logically, we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe."

"But that's a girl's coat." Edmund Protested as Peter handed him a large black/grey fur coat.

"I know," Peter said shoving it to his brother.

Maybe Professor Kirke was right. Believing is seeing and soon you'll see it for real. Little did we know that a small visit to meet a faun would be an adventure instead of a greeting?

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Hope you enjoy the story. If you're wondering why Lord of the Rings/ Hobbit is mention is because Lewis and Tolkien were friends and I thought it would be interesting.

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