Yes, I'm changing some scenes, but it's so it will fit the story.
The next day, it was raining. Sarah and the four Pevensies were sitting in the library, sulking. The rain drops gently tapped against the window, and Sarah heard a knocking sound in the room. It was Edmund, and he was carving something into a wooden desk.
"Edmund, stop!" She screeched, and leapt forward. He quickly got away before she could strangle his throat.
"What? I'm bored," he whined, causing Sarah to roll her eyes in annoyance at him.
Perhaps grandfather could send Edmund back. After all, he doesn't seem to be happy here, she thought, and glanced at Susan.
Susan snapped the oversize dictionary she was holding, and coughed as a cloud of dust formed around her.
"We could play hide and seek," suggested Lucy, grinning.
"But we're already having so much fun," Peter said sarcastically.
"I'm going to the stables. See you lot later," Sarah announced for them all to hear.
When she was out of earshot, she took a deep breath and shook her head. Having four other children with her was not what she had been planning. Of course, she understood the war threat and that they would be safer in the country.
Why must I babysit them? Grandfather knows I don't like other children! She thought bitterly.
But once she got to the stables and could smell the familiar scent of hay, dust and horses, all the anger left. She felt at peace here. Unlocking Snow's stall, she cleaned it out and sat in the corner. Snow came over to her, and lowered her head so she could stroke it.
"You know what's funny? Before yesterday, I've never thought about boys," she began, knowing very well that the animal couldn't talk back. Even so, it felt good to let someone know how she felt.
"But then I saw Peter. And my heart fluttered when I saw him. But surely I'm not attracted to him?" She asked the horse.
Snow lifted her head and whinnied. Giggling, Sarah almost thought the horse had tried to answer her.
"I don't think it's funny," said a female voice. Sarah's eyes grew big as plates and quickly getting up, she moved over to the door. She shook her head and blinked.
Not possible! Just my imagination playing tricks on me.
"Can you, can you talk?" She asked, her voice cracking.
"Well, you're the only human in here, and then myself, so yes, I can talk," Snow said, amused by Sarah's astonishment.
"That's it. I'm going crazy," grumbled Sarah. When she looked at Snow, the animal frowned.
"You're not crazy. It was your love and care that enabled me to talk. I wouldn't be surprised if you had Narnian blood flowing in your veins," mulled Snow.
Narnia blood? Me? How does she know about those stories anyway? Wondered Sarah, staring at Snow with a dumbfounded expression on her face.
"But how? I'm from Earth, not Narnia. And how do you know of those stories?" She asked.
Before Snow could explain, Peter burst into the stables. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his cheeks were red from running so hard. He inhaled sharply.
"Peter, what's wrong?" asked Sarah, worried that something terrible had happened.
"It's Lucy. She's behaving irrationally."
The other children were in the library. Old leather bound books filled the shelves that were stacked ceiling high. Sarah and Peter found the other children arguing.
"But I'm telling you, I saw the Faun, in a land called Narnia!" Exclaimed Lucy, who was on the verge of tears.
Stopping in her tracks, Sarah's face paled considerably. Lucy had been to Narnia? She shook her head. This was impossible. Yet, Snow had spoken to her when animals shouldn't be able to talk.
Lucy led them to a spare room. If possible, Sarah's face paled even more. This was the same room and wardrobe she had been having dreams about.
"Sarah, are you okay? You look as if you've seen a ghost," observed Peter as Edmund and Susan went to investigate the wardrobe.
No I'm not. But I can't tell them about my dreams. He'll think I'm crazy! Shaking her head, Sarah began to back away from the wardrobe.
"I need to go speak with my grandfather. I'll see you later," she said in a shaky voice and took off running.
She found him in his study. It was a room the size of a large bedroom. A dark red carpet covered the floor, and a golden chandelier hung from the ceiling. Sunlight spilled into the room, providing a view of the front yard.
"Grandfather," she said, burying her face in his chest. He hugged her, before gently pushing her back.
"My dear Sarah, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, kindness in his voice.
"I-it's the wardrobe! Lucy says she's been to Narnia! It's just like my dream, grandfather. What's going on?" She asked, desperate for answers.
"As I have told you time and again, Sarah, there is nothing wrong with you my dear girl. You have obviously been given these visions for a reason. For Lucy going to Narnia, however, how did she say she got there?" He asked, staring at her with an intensive gaze.
Nervously fidgeting in her seat, Sarah felt like a specimen being inspected by a scientist. She told the Professor about what Lucy had said.
"Interesting," he murmured after she had finished explaining.
Well of course it's interesting, if not downright insane to think another world exists! Thought Sarah as she expectantly stared at the old gentleman. Then again, Snow talked and that was no hallucination. Lucy must be telling the truth!
She watched as her grandfather got up from his seat and walked to a wooden desk by the window. He opened a drawer and brought out an old, worn journal with leather binding. The Professor came back and handed Sarah the journal.
Is he giving this to me? She wondered and looked up at him, confused. The Professor lowered his head.
"This journal documents the adventures I had when I was your age," he explained, smiling as he reminisced. "Perhaps you will find the answers you seek inside."