Lucy and George jogged down the gravelly, dusty
road. They were going to school, and they were late. Lucy was thirteen,
but George was only ten. Each of them shared a taste for adventure, even
though there was a three-year difference between them, and they were
still in the same class.
“George! Go faster! Mom doesn’t pay me 50¢ a day just so I can wait for
you to catch up to me! I’m supposed to walk you to school!” snapped
Lucy, stopping in her tracks. She turned her head around to see what was
holding George up.
“Lucy! Look at this!” called George, his finger stabbing the trunk of a
lush green tree.
Lucy dashed over to where George was standing. On the trunk, there was a
carving of a robin, with its head pointing into the trees. “WOW, George!
Good find! Hey, there’s another one of a deer, with its head pointed the
same way as the robin's!” said Lucy in an excited sort of way.
“And here’s one of an owl! Its head is also pointing the same way as the
other animals’ heads!” grinned George.
“Let’s follow them!” said Lucy, as the brother and sister tracked down
all the markings; they led them all the way to a small, skinny trail in
“I wonder where all of these animal carvings are going to lead us?”
“I’m not sure, but - Hey, there’s another robin!” cried out Lucy, and
she dashed the way that the head was pointing. But, in less than a
minute, Lucy had stopped again.
“What is it?” called out George, running up to Lucy. George then stopped
in his tracks too. They were staring up at an old, rotting farmhouse.
"Let’s go up there!” said George in an enthusiastic voice. Lucy and
George jumped over a small boulder and dashed towards the rickety old
building. A broken-down door was lying on the floor, close to a hole in
the wall. They jumped over it, and trotted into the farmhouse. The
farmhouse had rotting floorboards on the ground, and mold was leeching
out from one side of the wall. One certain thing caught George’s
attention, though. A perfectly square floorboard with a golden handle on
He walked over to it, then grabbed on. With all his strength, he pulled
up and the floorboard sprang up, hitting George in the face and also
leaving a hole in the floor. Lucy and George eyed the hole suspiciously
(George still holding his face), and after a minute’s silence, George
said: “Let’s go in.”
George scanned the dark passage way. It was pitch black, except for a
small, orange candle. Lucy snatched it off a boulder and started to lead
the way through the passage. George followed with a nervous look on his
face. “H-how much longer?” he stammered.
“We've been here for twenty-five seconds!” replied Lucy. “And anyway, I
see an opening ahead!”
Lucy and the freaked-out George entered a stone walled room, their
footsteps echoing in the darkness. From what George could see with the
candlelight, there was slime dripping off the walls and a silvery
circular object lying on the ground. George reached down to pick it up,
but Lucy grabbed his arm. “Don’t, it might be dangerous,” she said, and
she reached down for it instead. When she held it up to the candle,
George could see that it was a compass. Lucy pulled the rusty lid open
with a creak, and a red arrow pointed to a black ‘N’.
Lucy glanced in the way that the arrow was pointing and saw a sparkly
shine coming from a pile of translucent green slime. “Hey, is this a
gold coin?” asked Lucy, snatching up a shiny flat circle.
“Must be! And here’s another one! And another!” replied George, pointing
to a trail of sparkles. He dashed down the glowing corridor.
Ahead of them, George saw a pile of more gold coins, and a sign that
read: PICK CAREFULLY. But, before George actually started to read the
sign, he felt a warm air rising towards his face. The hairs on the back
of his head stood on end, but he decided that it was just Lucy’s breath.
So, he carefully trotted over to the pile and eyed the coins
suspiciously. Why did the sign say to pick carefully? He considered this
for a moment and then reached down to grab a handful of gold. When he
had come up from a crouching position, he used his other hand, grabbed a
single coin, and raised it to his eye. On the coin, there was a moose
marking and a line of numbers that read: 1678. George figured this was
when the coin was made, and stowed it away in his pocket.
But, the moment he had dropped the coin into his leather pocket, he felt
a sharp pain burn across his forehead. He collapsed into a heap on the
floor. “George!” screamed Lucy, dashing over to George’s limp body. From
the look on George’s face, he was still alive, but just knocked out. “Oh
my god, oh my god, oh my god, what am I going to do, oh my god!” said
Lucy, pacing back and forth and holding her head. “Oh, I know! If the
sign said to pick carefully, there must be at least one good coin!” She
raced over towards the pile again and stared at all of the coins.
How would Lucy know how to find the right coin? Lucy couldn’t be knocked
out too! “I know!” Lucy answered. “All of the coins have a picture and a
date on them! George’s coin had a moose picture and the year 1678! All
the coins that are bad must have the same as George’s! I need to find
one that does NOT have a moose picture and the year 1678!” And with
that, Lucy dived into the pile and snatched up coins at random. “Here’s
a moose, and another moose, and another moose, and there’s another,”
yawned Lucy, who was getting bored of moose pictures.
“And another moose, and another moose, and another moose, and another
moo- wait! This is a duck and the year is 1249!” exclaimed Lucy
excitedly. She hopped off the pile of coins and zoomed over to George.
He moaned as Lucy reached out for his hand and opened his fingers. She
gently placed the coin in George’s hand, and he regained consciousness
“W-w-where am I?” stammered George looking around.
"Well, I guess I might as well tell him his name,” thought Lucy to
“Uh, hi, your name is George,” Lucy said, not entirely sure how to put
the situation. “Also, I’m your sister, we are in a trapdoor secret
passage, you just stuffed a cursed coin into your pocket, it knocked you
out, and I found a reviving coin, you regained consciousness, and now
you forgot everything.”
“Huh?” George asked, sitting up and eying Lucy with two messed up eyes.
Lucy moaned and decided that she would have to go on and find a way out
on her own. She shoved George into a dark corner, just in case, and
continued on moving towards the next passage.
When Lucy had finished crawling through the passage, she came out in a
very long, but skinny room. At the far end, there was a humongous
chessboard. Lucy figured that it was for decoration, and trotted over to
it. Because the room was so skinny, the chessboard took over the entire
width of the room. So, she lifted a foot up onto one side and pulled
herself up. But, as she tried to continue walking across it, an
invisible barrier pushed her back. She tried to cross a second time, but
the barrier stopped her again. When she tried to cross a third time, the
barrier practically threw her back five feet. A gigantic sign fell from
the stone ceiling where she was standing, which read: ‘Play me.’ “Oh, I
am good at chess!” thought Lucy, and she clambered down back onto the
She snatched up a white pawn with both hands wrapped around it and
pushed it forward two spaces. Suddenly, with nothing moving it, a black
knight made an “L” jump towards her. Lucy considered her move, then
grabbed a bishop and pushed it diagonally five spaces. Another black
rook moved forward and rammed into Lucy’s pawn, knocking it off the
board. The game continued on like this, Lucy and the other invisible
player knocking about the same amount of pieces off the board.
Eventually, Lucy’s bishop had a clear shot at the other team’s king, and
with all her strength, she slammed it into him. At that same time, a lot
of things happened. The white pieces cheered, as well as Lucy, a sharp
pop announced the disappearing of the invisible barrier, and all the
remaining black pieces hopped off the board sulking, leaving a clear
path for Lucy to walk across. Lucy hopped onto the chessboard and once
again started across the black and white checkered board.
Once she had jumped off the other side of the chess game and onto a
rocky platform, she felt a warm rush of wind blow into her face. She
looked up, and saw three black, gleaming eyes. And those eyes belonged
to a giant, hairy beast.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Lucy, scrambling back
towards the chessboard.
She backed over to a corner with shiny, transparent stalactites hanging
from the roof, and even a couple of stalagmites sticking up from the
ground. She dashed behind them, using them as a shield, and plucked a
small sharp one to defend herself. Just as Lucy suspected, the big hairy
beast advanced. It swung its arms around, causing rocks to fall from the
roof and shattering stalagmites.
In all the commotion, Lucy didn’t hear a gigantic roar, a young boy’s
voice yelling, “For Narnia!!” and a stabbing sound. When Lucy turned her
head, all she saw was a giant, bleeding, hairy mass and George standing
on top of it with a long sharp piece of wood in hand. Half was sticking
out of the beast’s side, with a flow of red blood coming out of the
wound. Lucy couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Thank you, George! You saved my life! Oh, and where did that 'For
Narnia' come from?” she cried.
“Well, we just watched the Narnia movie, right?,” grinned George, and he
hopped off the dead creature towards a small hole in the far wall. Lucy
stuck her head in, making sure it was safe.
“It’s OK,” called out Lucy, and she dropped to her hands and knees so
she could crawl through the damaged wall. George followed her and stood
up once they were on the other side. A swirling, circular blue and green
life-size swirly mist stood in front of them.
"A teleporter!" exclaimed George. Lucy and George nodded to each other
and stepped forwards, falling into the swirling substance. A moment
later, they were lying on their backs, on the floor of their own house.
Over top of them, there stood...one...angry...mom.
“Where have you been?” she asked, nodding towards the gooey guck running
down their pants.
“It’s a looooooooong story,” replied George, Lucy and George exchanging