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β€’ chapter two



Everything brightened around them, and after taking a few steps, they found themselves standing at the entrance of a cave. The five of them gazed out in wonder, discovering a sandy beach stretched before them. Just a few yards away, a tranquil sea lapped at the shore, the tiny ripples making hardly a sound. There was no land in sight, and the sky was clear of clouds. The sun hung high, casting a dazzling blue hue over the water. They stood there, inhaling the salty scent of the sea.


"What in Merlin's beard is this place?" Sarina couldn't help but to mutter under her breath. Surprised by the sight she is seeing.


"We're in Narnia!" Lucy replied enthusiastically before running towards the water, leaving her shoes, her socks, and her coat. The others also followed while Sarina remained on her spot. She looked around, her eyes roaming the surroundings. As she breathed in the air, she sensed a familiar connection stirring within her.


It was magic. The whole place is oozing with magic. More than she could feel when she is in Hogwarts. The magic here felt so... free.


She watches her cousins from afar, having fun and running around bare-footed in the beach. Based on their reactions, this is not the first time that they have been in this place.


"As much as I love seeing you all so happy, could someone please explain what's going on? Again?"


Sarina's voice cut through the joy, and the Pevensie siblings exchanged glances, finally realizing they weren't the only ones caught up in this whirlwind.


"Oh, um..." Peter began, looking first at Susan, then at Edmund, before finally settling his gaze on Lucy. The youngest Pevensie let out a soft sigh and stepped forward.


"We're in Narnia," she said.


Sarina nodded, a hint of frustration in her voice. "Yes, I kind of figured that out. My question isβ€”how? And what exactly is this place?"


She was certain of one thing: this place was undeniably magical. It felt as if they had been transported here in an instant. But who had done it? Who was the wizard or witch behind their arrival? Did her cousins know anything about it? Did they understand why they were here?


Sarina's mind buzzed with questions, but answers eluded her.


"Narnia is where we met our friend Aslan, and oh! Mr. Tumnus, and the beaversβ€”" Lucy began enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up as she started to list her friends. But Sarina's expression was a mix of confusion and disbelief.


"Uh, Lucy, I don't think Sari can really follow all that," Susan interjected, prompting Lucy to pause.


"It's not that I don't understand," Sarina replied, shaking her head. "I just don't know most of the names you mentioned. But I do get that we're definitely not in Finchley anymore. We've somehow been transported to this magical, beautiful place called Narnia, right?"


Lucy beamed and nodded vigorously. "Exactly!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands once. "Alright then, I'm satisfied with that."


Susan, Peter, and Edmund exchanged wary glances.


"You're just accepting this without question?" Peter asked, surprise evident in his voice.


To be honest, she was taken aback, But she has already been exposed to so much magic that it is normal for her to suddenly get transported to a different dimension without any further notice. Heck, she had even traveled three hours back in time just last term!


"Well, I can't really do anything but accept it, right?" she replied with a shrug. Turning to Lucy, she added, "Now, my favorite cousin, could you share some of your adventures here? My senses are telling me this isn't your first visit. You've mentioned so many friends already!"


Lucy began to recount their adventures, starting from the moment they discovered Narnia through Professor Kirke's wardrobe. She spoke fondly of meeting the kind faun named Tumnus, the talking beavers, and even Father Christmas. But what struck her most deeply was her encounter with the White Witch.


As she narrated, Lucy revealed that when the siblings first arrived in Narnia, a prophecy awaited them: they were destined to save the land from the White Witch, who had cast an unending winter over Narnia. Sarina frowned at this; after all, she was a witch herself, and the thought of someone wielding such power for darkness didn't sit well with her.


Why do Dark Witches and Wizards exist in any dimension at all?


The five of them made their way up the mountain, and as soon as they arrived at the summit, they scattered in different directions. Lucy's eyes caught an apple, and she took a bite, enjoying its sweetness. Meanwhile, Peter ascended a set of steps, surveying the surroundings as he went. Lucy found herself entranced by the shimmering water, her thoughts drifting into its depths.


"This wasn't a garden," Susan said presently. "It was a castle, and this must have been the courtyard."


"I see what you mean," Peter replied, nodding.


"Yes, that's definitely the remains of a tower. And over there, you can still see what used to be a flight of steps leading up to the top of the walls. Look at those broad, shallow steps going up to that doorwayβ€”it must have led into the great hall."


"Ages ago, by the looks of it," Edmund added, surveying the crumbling stone and overgrown vines with a mix of wonder and melancholy.


"I wonder who lived here." Lucy said. While Susan spotted something on the ground and bent down to pick it up.


"I think we did," she said, holding it up for the others to see.


The five children gathered around, with their eyes widening as they took in the golden chess knight Susan had discovered.


"Woah, is that real gold?" Sarina asked, examining the piece.


"Hey, that's mine... from my chess set," Edmund said, eyeing the golden knight.


"Which chess set?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow.


"Well, I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set in Finchley, did I?" Edmund retorted.


Lucy's gaze shifted to the ruined dais. "It can't be," she murmured.


"Lucy!" Peter called, and without hesitation, Lucy dashed over to the dais, with the others quickly following her lead. Sarina took her time since she had no idea what was happening.


"Don't you see?" Lucy exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.


"What?" Peter replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.


"Imagine walls," Lucy continued, "And columns over there... and a glass roof above us."


The others turned to look, their expressions shifting as they began to envision what Lucy was describing.


After a moment, Peter's face lit up with realization. "Cair Paravel!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. The name hung in the air, invoking memories of a magnificent castle, long lost but now vividly coming back to life in their minds.


"Yep, I have no idea what you guys are seeing now. But what I say is that your imagination is truly active."


Edmund groaned at his cousin who interrupted their reminiscing.


"Didn't Lucy already explain it to you?" he asked.


"Which one?" Sarina questioned genuinely. Peter sighed while Susan took over to explain it.


"This place isn't just any ruin. This is where we lived here in Narnia, and after the Battle of Beruna against the White Witch this was where we were crowned as Kings and Queens of Narnia." Sarina hummed in satisfaction at the thought.


"Alright, got it. Thanks, Su!" she replied cheerfully.


"Is she alright in the head? How is she accepting all of this so easily?" Edmund whispered to Peter.


"Don't ask me; ask her," Peter murmured back.


"She'll kick me!" Edmund protested, glancing nervously at Sarina.


"I can hear you both, you know," Sarina said, arms crossed and a teasing smile on her lips. The two boys flinched at her words, avoiding her gaze as if she were a formidable foe. Susan and Lucy stifled giggles at their reactions, finding amusement in their cousin's playful intimidation. Sarina let out a sigh but decided to let it slide.


"But what happened? Why is it in ruins now?" Sarina asked, her curiosity piqued. Her question immediately sparked concern among the four Pevensies. What could have transpired during their absence? How long had they been gone?


Sarina could see the worried expressions on her cousins' faces. "I'll take a look around while you guys figure this out," she suggested, starting to survey the area as the four began discussing the fate of the castle.


As she wandered, she noticed a sizable rockβ€”perhaps a boulder. Looking closer, she realized it wasn't the only one scattered about.


This place looks like it was attacked, she thought.


As Sarina continued her exploration, she wandered further from the others, intrigued by the remnants of the castle. She stepped carefully among the fallen stones and tangled vines, her eyes scanning for any clues about what had happened here.


After a few moments, she stumbled upon an archway draped with greenery. Pushing aside the overgrown branches, she stepped into what seemed to be a forgotten greenhouse.


"So, what did you discover?" Sarina heard Edmund's voice behind her, realizing he had followed her after all.


"This place appears to have been attacked," she replied, her gaze drifting over the remnants of the greenhouse. Edmund crouched down, examining something closely. "Catapults," he murmured and Sarina nodded in agreement.


"What?" Peter asked, joining the two.


"This didn't just happen," Edmund replied, a serious look crossing his face. "Cair Paravel was attacked."


Recognizing the place, the boys exchanged glances then rushed over to a nearby wall, pushing aside debris to reveal a hidden door. They break the door down. Peter tears off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around a stick.


"I don't suppose you have any matches in there, do you?" he asked, glancing at Edmund.


"No... but would this help?" Edmund replied, pulling an electric torch from his bag.


Peter's face lit up with a grin. "You might've mentioned that a bit sooner!"


The Pevensies and Sarina stepped inside, with Edmund leading the way. As Sarina followed closely behind, she took in her surroundings, her breath catching in her throat.


The path ran straight up the middle, just as one might expect in a greenhouse, but instead of plants, it was flanked by suits of armor standing at intervals, like silent knights guarding ancient treasures. Between the armor and along the sides of the path, shelves overflowed with precious itemsβ€”necklaces, arm rings, finger rings, golden bowls, and dishes. Long tusks of ivory lay scattered about, alongside brooches, coronets, and chains of gold. Piles of unset gemstones glimmered dully, resembling marbles or potatoesβ€”diamonds, rubies, emeralds, topazes, and amethysts, all hidden beneath a thick layer of dust.


The air was bitterly cold, and the stillness was so profound that Sarina could hear her own breathing. It struck her how the treasures seemed so neglected, covered in dust and forgotten by time. If they hadn't known where they were or what lay before them, they might have thought them mere remnants of a dream. A sense of sadness and eeriness hung over the chamber, making it feel forsaken and distant. The weight of the moment silenced them all, and for a full minute, nobody dared to speak.


Finally, Lucy paused, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of the treasure chamber, then spotted four great chests below. Without hesitation, they rushed down the stairs. Except for Sarina, of course. She stood back, observing her cousins as they excitedly gathered around the chests. While they were preoccupied, she seized the opportunity to explore her surroundings, her curiosity guiding her gaze as she waited.


"Sarina!" Susan called from nearby, "I found something for you!"


Sarina glanced at Susan, her brow furrowed in confusion as she held out a dress, clearly expecting her to take it. "Uh, why are you giving this to me?"


"You need to change your clothes," Susan replied.


Sarina gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "But I carefully chose these clothes for our hangout!"


Susan rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Come on, I know you don't really care much about fashion."


Feigning deep thought, Sarina finally said, "I suppose you do know me, cousin." With a wink, she accepted the dress, intrigued. She examined the fabric closely, noting the elegant stripes that ran along the sleeves and skirt, which added a refined yet playful touch. The medium-weight material draped beautifully, catching the light and enhancing her movements.


The boys stepped away, granting the girls a moment of privacy to change. To Sarina's delight, the dress fit her perfectly.


"You wear it better than I did," Susan said, admiring her cousin.


Sarina looked at Susan, who was clad in a dark, dusky purple dress with similar striped sleeves and drape. "Why, thank you! You looked lovely in your dress too."


Susan chuckled. "Thank you. Now, let's do something with our hair while the boys are changing."



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