Author's Note: INTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEN WHITNESS! Haha…yeah, I'm the one responsible for getting Lindsey hooked. Marie here, by the way! Super sorry about the long wait! Here's chapter 4!

Chapter 4

Well, Peter is bad at predicting the weather, but not so bad at playing cricket," I noted to Lucy. She smiled, reading a small book under a tree.

"Peter is pretty good at it. Especially pitching." We both watched as he hit Edmund square in the knee.

"Wake up, Dolly Daydream," Peter teased. Lucy and I laughed, he sort of deserved that for being a jerk the past few days.

"Isn't there something we can do inside? Maybe we can play hide-and-seek again."

"I thought you said it was a kid's game." Peter bounced the cricket ball in his hands.

"Besides, it's a beautiful day," I commented, smelling a small flower I had plucked.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked nonchalantly, propped up against the post they'd planted earlier.

"Are you?" Edmund replied, getting in position.

"Ooh, someone's competitive," I whispered to Lucy, Susan managing to overhear me. They both smiled as we watched Peter pitch and Ed swing…

Breaking a stain glass window. I almost started laughing, but we heard another crash, one that wasn't glass.

"Uh-oh," I murmured, and we all took off.

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"Well done, Ed," Peter commented as we stood among the wreckage of the suit of armor, the cricket ball in the helmet.

"You bowled it!" Ed protested.

"That was my favorite hiding spot," I commented with disdain.

"What's going on up there?" We heard a very unwelcome voice.

"The Macready!" Susan and I both cried out in despair.

"Quick! Hide!" Peter took off, us following, as we tried to hide from her. We almost went to a set of steps, but we heard feet approaching, running to the spare room and quickly opening it. We all sprinted in, Peter shutting the door behind us. Edmund quickly approached the wardrobe, opening the door for us.

"Come on!" He opened the door wider.

"You've got to be joking," Susan groaned. We heard the feet getting closer, so we had no other choice. We all got in, Peter bringing up the rear again, going to close the door almost all the way. He saw the shadow of a person at the door, then he turned away.

"Ouch, Susan, move over!"

"There's no where to move, Peter!"

"Something's poking me!"

"Get off my toe Edmund!"

"I'm not on your toe!" After all the commotion, we all fell through.

We were back.