Mrs. MaCready returns to the five siblings after putting the horse-drawn carriage away. She motioned them to follow her to the Manor, which they did. She walks up the marble stairs, pulls out a key, and unlocks the grand doors.

The five siblings watched the grand doors open, revealing a beautiful Victorian-era foyer. The younger children looked at their surroundings in awe, seeing so many artifacts and weapons from the past time to now. Elizabeth curiously watched her surroundings, observing everything Professor Kirke owned in case one of her younger siblings decided to break something by accident and praying that hard glue could fix it back.

" Follow me, everyone. I will show you where you will be resting," Mrs. MaCready walked up the stairs with the younger children following her.

Elizabeth heard footsteps walking away and turned to see her younger siblings following Mrs. MaCready up the stairs.

She follows everyone up the stairs, and her eyes blink when she sees Mrs. MaCready showing the boys where they will be resting since they will be sharing a room.

Peter sets his and Edmund's luggage in the bedroom.

Elizabeth catches up to her younger siblings and stands behind her youngest sister. She glanced at the bedroom where her two brothers would be resting.

She saw the walls painted red with a golden floral pattern, a balcony bay window, two beds with two nightstands beside them, two desks, two closets to put their clothing inside, and a door that led to a bathroom, which they will be sharing to take showers and for privacy such as using the toilet.

' This bedroom is bigger than back home,' She internally speaks.

She blinked when she saw Mrs. MaCready walk away with her younger sisters following her. She follows them and hears Mrs. MaCready informing Lucy and Susan that they will share a bedroom.

She glanced at the bedroom and saw it looked similar to the boys.

Peter sets Susan and Lucy's luggage in the bedroom for them.

" I suggest you all start packing because Dinner will start soon," Mrs. MaCready informed the younger children.

" Where is Lizzie going to sleep?" Lucy asked.

" She's not going to sleep with Susan and me?" She looks at her eldest sister worryingly.

" Ms. Elizabeth Pevensive," Mrs. MaCready turned. " Follow me to the West Wing. The children will be staying here in the East Wing," She looks at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked surprised since she was expecting to stay in the same Wing as her younger siblings.

" Here's your luggage, Elizabeth," Peter hands the luggage to his older sister.

" Thank you," Elizabeth takes the luggage.

" I'll see you guys at Dinner. I suggest you all start unpacking and make yourself comfortable," She looks at her younger siblings.

The four siblings nodded, watching their eldest sister walk away with Mrs. MaCready.

" Well. You heard Elizabeth. Let's start unpacking," Peter enters his bedroom with Edmund following him.

" Come on, Lucy. I'll help you unpack," Susan enters her bedroom with Lucy following her.

Elizabeth walks with Mrs. MaCready to the other side of the Manor. She lightly bites her lips, feeling uncomfortable since she is away from her younger siblings.

" Why am I in the West Wing?" She asked.

" Professor Kirke requested that you stay in the West Wing. His bedroom is also in that same Wing. I figure since you are older than the children, he wanted you to have privacy," Mrs. MaCready responded with a shrug.

" And here is your room," She stops walking, causing Elizabeth to stop.

Elizabeth watched Mrs. MaCready open the bedroom, and her eyebrow rose, and her eyes widened when she saw that the room was befitting for someone of royal caliber.

" This room is mine?" She asked in disbelief.

Mrs. MaCready nodded.

" Professor Kirke must think highly of you to deserve this bedroom. The East Wing is for any guest. However, the West Wing is specifically for him and his friends that live far," She responded.

A door opening in the West Wing grabs the two females' attention. They turned and saw fifty-three-year-old Professor Digory Kirke walking out of his office.

" Oh, Hello!" Professor Kirke greeted.

" My name is Digory Kirke. You must be Elizabeth. You look so much like your father," He smiled. " I had known him during his young years in college when I taught him World Literature," He explained while walking towards the two females.

" Hello, Sir," Elizabeth greeted.

" Thank you for allowing my younger siblings and me to live in your home," She curtseyed.

" No need for such formalities from you, My Dear. I should be the one bowing. I am honored to meet you," Professor Kirke bowed, causing Mrs. MaCready to look at Elizabeth with mixed emotions.

Elizabeth shyly stared at Professor Kirke since she didn't expect the older male to bow to her.

" May I speak with Young Lady Elizabeth alone, please," Professor Kirke stood and glanced at Mrs. MaCready.

" Of course! I shall be in the kitchen ensuring that the chefs have made Dinner," Mrs. MaCready turns and walks away.

" Come with me to my office," Professor Kirke turns and walks with Elizabeth to his office.

" I hope my House Keeper hasn't caused you and your siblings trouble," He opens the door to his office and lets Elizabeth enter first.

" She gave us rules," Elizabeth enters the office and looks at her surroundings.

Professor Kirke shook his head and sighed. He entered his office and closed the door behind him.

Elizabeth stopped and stared at a mural on the wall between two bookshelves.

Her eyebrows rose, and her eyes widened when she saw a beautiful painting of the same brave-like Lion she had drawn in her bedroom back home. However, this Lion was in a forest with a little boy that looked to be eleven with reddish-brown hair and wearing red clothing approaching the animal.

" This mural. It's so beautiful," Elizabeth stared at the painting with mixed emotions.

" I called this piece-The Creation of Narnia," Professor Kirke stood beside Elizabeth.

" That Lion," Elizabeth stared at the brave-like Lion.

" Yes," Professor Kirke stared at Elizabeth intently.

" I drew a similar Lion back home," Elizabeth confessed.

" You have," Professor Kirke looked intrigued.

" Yes. For weeks before the War started, I kept seeing this beautiful Lion in my dreams. I couldn't help it anymore, and thus I drew that Lion and a beautiful Castle that reminded me of something you saw in a Fairy Tale," Elizabeth looks at Professor Kirke.

" Was the Castle near a beach or a forest surrounded by a mystical mist?" Professor Kirke asked.

" It was at a forest surrounded by a mystical mist," Elizabeth responded, looking at Professor Kirke curiously.

' I see! The Seers have given the young Empress visions of Aslan's Country, her home where she will live with Aslan, and of course, Aslan's spiritual animal form,' Professor Kirke internally speaks.

" You seemed comfortable with the fact that I dreamt of a fantasy-like castle and a brave-like Lion?" Elizabeth asked.

" Others will find me delusional and think I am too old to dream of fantasy-like lands and to dream of an animal that will look at you with so much wisdom yet have so much misery behind them," She sighed.

" No one these days understands that there are other worlds besides our own," Professor Kirke said cryptically.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

" Let me tell you something," Professor Kirke guides Elizabeth to a couch, and they sit beside each other.

" Of the story behind that painting," The two looked at the mural in the office.

" I was born as the only son of presumably wealthy parents. I had lived all my life in this country, had my pony, and had a river at the bottom of my home's garden.

Unfortunately, my Mother, Mabel, later became ill with a chronic disease, and my father had to go to India for work. Mother and I had to move in with my Aunt Letty and Uncle Andrew, my Mother's siblings, who lived in London, England.

However, I was not too fond of it there, especially since Mother seemed sure to die of her illness.

I was eleven when I managed to befriend a child in my neighborhood, a girl named Polly Plummer," Professor Kirke smiled fondly.

Elizabeth looked at Professor Kirke curiously. She decided not to interrupt him, wanting to listen to what he had gone through.

" However, my life changed drastically when Polly and I encountered two rings that emitted strong Magic.

You see, those rings belonged to my Uncle Andrew. He has always been a mysterious lad, now that I remember," He chuckled.

Elizabeth's eyebrows rose, and her eyes widened when she heard that Professor Kirke's Uncle was like a Wizard of sorts in the real world and could make Magical rings.

" These sets of rings allowed their wearers to travel to other worlds of entirely different universes by first passing through the Wood Between the Worlds.

My Uncle Andrew tricked Polly into trying the ring. Then when she disappeared, he blackmailed me into going after her. After passing through the Wood Between the Worlds and finding Polly, we decided to jump into a pool at random after first marking that said pool to remind us where to go back home.

Polly and I got transported into a world called Charn. It had long since gotten destroyed of all life, save one," His eyes dimmed.

" I unwittingly broke an enchantment by ringing a small bell, which accidentally released Charn's former Empress and its destroyer, Jadis, The White Witch," His hands tightened into fists.

Elizabeth looked at Professor Kirke with concern. She felt glued to the story that he was telling her.

Others would think that Professor Kirke was delusional, but hearing him say these things to her gave her a sense that he was there and not just thinking about what he was telling her on the spot.

" After we released the White Witch, we tried to escape, but she followed us back into the Woods. Though weak there, she somehow arrived with us back in London," Professor Kirke recalled.

Elizabeth gasped, looking horrified that a powerful being somehow was able to end up in their world.

" The White Witch caused a lot of commotion in the city. With Uncle Andrew's help, we were able to send her back. However, my Uncle Andrew accidentally sent her off to a different world, a  new world called Narnia-" Professor Kirke looked at the mural.

Elizabeth's whole body shivered at the mention of Narnia. She glanced at the mural and then looked back at Professor Kirke.

"-Since I had been the one who had brought the White Witch, a great evil, into Narnia on the day of its birth, the world's creator, Aslan, sent me on a journey to help protect the land from her.

I got sent to find an apple from a sacred tree that would protect Narnia for centuries.

It took me seven years. I was eighteen when I found the apple from the sacred tree," Professor Kirke looks at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked surprised to hear that Professor Kirke's journey to search for an apple changed him from a boy to a young man.

" At the Garden of Youth, I was ashamed to know that the White Witch followed me there. Also, she had already eaten one of the tree's fruits, thus immortalizing herself.

She tried to persuade me not to plant the tree that would lead to her banishment; first, by encouraging me to eat the fruit myself, telling me that it would grant me eternal life and endless youth, and we could control Narnia together.

Second, to give the fruit to my dying Mother instead, assuring me that it would cure her of her illness," Professor Kirke glared at the wooden floor.

" What the White Witch didn't expect was that I could resist both temptations and even rebuffed her angrily. After my refusal, she immediately set out toward the north, far from Narnia.

When I returned with the apple, I planted it, and it grew into a magical tree called The Tree of Protection.

For my courage and successful resistance to the White Witch's temptations, Aslan rewarded me with a piece of the fruit from the first tree to take back to Earth for my bedridden Mother.

As Aslan had promised, the fruit healed my Mother of her illness, and she lived to a ripe old age," His gaze softened, finishing the story.

" When the fruit got eaten to its core, I took the core and planted it in my backyard yard" He looks out the window, remembering the day he planted the tree.

" The tree grew just as well as its sister tree in Narnia and seemed to have a link to the other tree - it sometimes moved when there was no wind...at least not in London. The tree got blown down, and the Wood got used to becoming a fabulous Wardrobe," He looks at Elizabeth and smiles.

" Is this Wardrobe still in the Manor?" Elizabeth asked, looking at Professor Kirke in a trance.

" Yes," Professor Kirke nodded.

" It is getting late. We must join the others for Dinner," He stands and walks towards the door, opening it.

Elizabeth sat there, digesting the story Professor Kirke had just told her. She looks at the mural with mixed emotions, wondering if there is a way to get to Narnia to escape the horrors of War she is witnessing in the real world.

Professor Kirke intently stared at Elizabeth.

' You helped me save my Mother. Now, it's my turn to repay your kindness by guiding Your Pure Heart to you,' He internally speaks.

" Elizabeth?" He called out, bringing Elizabeth back to reality.

" Coming," Elizabeth stands and walks out of the office with Professor Kirke.