Three Sentence Ficathon

The wardrobe makes a strange, cracking sound and when they tumble out they find themselves on the edge of a ruined city under a blood red sky. They huddle together against the (snowless) cold and survey the fallen pillars and broken walls and, reassuringly, the blades of green shooting up from the surrounding rubble- life enduring even in such a desolate place.

“Well,” says Queen Lucy, “we are certainly not in Narnia anymore.”