Once upon a time, in a quiet English countryside, there lived four siblings: Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. They had been sent to stay at an old professor’s mansion during the war, far away from the noise and danger of the city. The house was enormous, with creaky staircases, dusty libraries, and long hallways lined with paintings of stern-looking ancestors. But the most curious thing about the house was a room that held nothing but a large wooden wardrobe. 
One rainy afternoon, while the children played hide-and-seek, little Lucy decided to hide inside the wardrobe. She pushed past the heavy coats hanging inside, expecting to feel the back of the wooden frame at any moment. But instead of wood, her fingers brushed against something cold and powdery. Snow! Before she knew it, Lucy stumbled out of the wardrobe and into a silent, snow-covered forest. The air smelled of pine and frost, and a single lamppost glowed in the middle of the clearing. She had entered a world called Narnia.
As Lucy wandered, she met a creature unlike any she’d seen before—a Faun named Mr. Tumnus. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck, a red umbrella in hand, and hooves that crunched softly in the snow. “Goodness!” he exclaimed. “A human child! What are you doing here?”
Lucy explained how she’d come through the wardrobe, and Mr. Tumnus invited her to his cozy cave for tea. By the fire, they shared buttered toast and stories. The Faun played a tune on his flute that made Lucy imagine dancing trees and rivers singing lullabies. But as the night grew darker, Mr. Tumnus grew sad. “I must confess,” he said, “I was supposed to capture you for the White Witch. She rules Narnia and hates humans. But I could never harm someone so kind.”
Lucy’s heart raced. “The White Witch?”
“She’s made it always winter here,” Mr. Tumnus whispered, “but never Christmas. Everyone lives in fear of her magic.” He insisted Lucy return home before the Witch’s wolves found her. Grateful for his friendship, Lucy promised to come back one day and help free Narnia.
When Lucy returned through the wardrobe, her siblings didn’t believe her tale. “It was just a dream,” Peter said. But days later, during another game, Edmund followed Lucy into the wardrobe and found himself in Narnia too. There, he met the White Witch herself—a tall, icy woman with a crown made of sharp silver threads. She offered him a cup of hot chocolate and a strange candy called Turkish Delight. “Bring your siblings to me,” she said sweetly, “and you’ll never have to eat boring porridge again.”
Edmund, tempted by the treats and the Witch’s false promises, agreed. But when he returned to the wardrobe, he lied to Peter and Susan about where he’d been. Only Lucy knew the truth.
Days passed, and during a chase through the house, all four children tumbled into the wardrobe together. This time, there was no denying Narnia’s magic. They explored the snowy woods, found Mr. Tumnus’s ransacked cave, and met talking Beavers who warned them of the Witch’s plans. “There’s a prophecy,” Mrs. Beaver said, “that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will defeat the Witch and restore spring. You must meet Aslan, the great lion, at the Stone Table!”
The children journeyed through blizzards and past frozen waterfalls, evading wolves and helping creatures along the way. When they finally met Aslan—a lion with golden fur and eyes like starlight—they felt both afraid and brave. “The Witch’s power is breaking,” Aslan said. “But she will not surrender easily.”
And so, with courage they didn’t know they had, the children joined Aslan’s army. They fought in battles, rescued friends, and watched as spring melted the Witch’s endless winter. In the end, it was not swords or spells that saved Narnia, but loyalty, forgiveness, and the simple act of believing in something greater than themselves.
When the children returned to the wardrobe—and later, to their own world—they kept their adventures secret. But on quiet nights, when the wind rustled through the trees, they’d smile, knowing a magical land waited just beyond the coats.
And so, dear little listener, as you drift off to sleep, remember: the greatest adventures often begin with a single step… or a curious peek into an old wardrobe. Who knows what wonders might be waiting for you in your dreams? Goodnight, and may your own Narnia be just a heartbeat away.
