My whole life, I've been average.

I've gotten average grades in school, had an average home life, and done average things with my average friends. I never expected to amount to anything spectacular or to change the world. For me, it was enough to be a good person who didn't cause harm to anyone. We couldn't all be Joan of Arc or Queen Guinevere, could we? Some of us were not meant for the spotlight or limelight or any other kind of light, but instead for the background. After all, the leading lady would be nothing without the costume designers and stage directors and those who work behind the curtain.

Knowing this much about me, you won't be shocked when I tell you about my sheer bewilderment when discovering that I had stumbled into a magical land off the realm of Earth. A simple walk through the wooded area behind my home one Sunday afternoon gets me lost in the kind of world Odysseus would kill to explore? A bit far-fetched and even harder to comprehend when you're the one experiencing it. But I was there and apparently, for good reason.

Narnia, the land I had stumbled in to, was ruled by four Kings and Queens. Why there is four of them I am not quite sure as in England there tends to be no need past one monarch. There was a power higher than them, though. The true King of Narnia, the Great Lion; Aslan. I am told Aslan does nothing by accident and that my coming here is not sheerly a coincidence. He has called me here for reasons I am told are beyond my comprehension.

But what could he possibly want with an average girl like me?