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Setting: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Y/N's POV

Smoke. Smoke everywhere. And , there's fire. I jump out of my little bed, running to my parents' room, where I know I'll be safe. But no. Just as I reach for the door, I am blocked by a big pillar that misses me by inches as it falls. And I'm only coughing. And screaming. For someone to hear. So someone can get me out of here because I'm unable to move. And then, black.

"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! It's alright. Shhh. Calm down. You're okay." Susan cooed as she pulled me onto her lap. I lay my head on her shoulder, recalling the day's events. Oh, that's right. We had arrived at Professor Kirke's house earlier today. And my nightmares were only getting worse. My nightmares about the fire. The fire that killed my family. That's why I was living with the Pevensies. They were our closest friends. Susan held me close until I could feel my eyes slowly closing.

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"Gas-tro-vascular. Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular." Susan encouraged him.
I just stared outside the window, Lucy on my lap.
"What, is it Latin?" Peter asked, clearly tired of whatever Susan was making him do.
"Yes." Susan simply replied.
"Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?" Edmund joked, coming up from the table he was under.
I giggled at that. I've had a crush on Edmund for a while now. Susan just sighed, slamming close the heavy book that was on her lap. I felt Lucy get up.

"We could play Hide and Seek." Lucy suggested.
"But we're already having so much fun." Peter said sarcastically.
Susan glared at him.
"Come on, Peter. Please. Pretty please?" Lucy gave him the puppy face that nobody could resist.

"One. Two. Three. Four..." Peter continued to count.
"What?!" Edmund whined.
We all got up to find our hiding places. I ran to a small corridor, where I saw Ed hiding behind a curtain. I spotted a bench next to it and hid beneath it.
I could still hear Peter counting, "Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine. One hundred. Ready or not, here I come!"
Then, Lucy's voice became clear, "It's alright! I'm back! I'm alright!"
"Shut up. He's coming." Edmund glared at her.
Then Peter came into the room. Edmund sighed.
"You know, I'm not sure you three have quite got the idea of this game." Peter said.
"Weren't you wondering where I was?" Lucy asked, puzzled.
"That's the point. That was why he was seeking you." Edmund taught her the obvious.
"Does this mean I win?" Susan asked, coming up behind us.
"I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore." Peter told Susan.
"I've been gone for hours." Lucy looked back at us.

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I heard a shuffling of feet that woke me up. Lucy wasn't in bed anymore. I walked out of my room to find Edmund coming out of the bathroom.
"Have you seen Lu?" I asked him.
"Yeah. She went that way." he pointed towards the room Lucy was talking about earlier.

We walked into the spare room. But nothing was there. Only the wardrobe. I looked at Edmund. We were both thinking the same thing.

"Lucy." Edmund called, stepping into the wardrobe behind me. "Hope you're not afraid of the dark."
"Lucy?" I was getting scared; I thought I just saw a branch.
"Lucy!" Edmund shouted.
This wasn't funny anymore.
"Lu-"
Edmund and I fell backward onto...snow? How? That wasn't possible. But when I turned around, I realised Lucy wasn't lying. There really was a magical country in the wardrobe. We scrambled to our feet.
"Lucy? Where are you?" Edmund called, still in attempt to find his sister.
"Lucy? I think we believe you now." I said.

Edmund and I walked on for a bit, calling out for Lucy occasionally. We eventually came to a sort of wide path, but didn't cross it; we could hear the faint sound of bells drawing nearer.

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"How did you do that?" Edmund asked the Queen, referring to the hot chocolate she'd just given us.
"I can make anything you like." she said.
Edmund suddenly smiled.
"Can you make me taller?"
The Queen chuckled, "Anything you'd like to eat."
Edmund and I smiled at each other.
"Turkish Delight?" I asked.
The Queen dripped another drop of her magical liquid onto the snow and a silver, circular box formed itself, full of delicious Turkish Delight.

Edmund and I dug into the box, the powdery sugar sticking to our fingers. I lifted one up to my mouth and bit into the chewy substance. It was so tasty that I had another...and another...and another. And Edmund helped himself to more, as well.

Little did we know, this 'Queen' who was feeding us the Turkish Delight, was better known as the White Witch and she had cursed these sweets, putting an evil trance on us.