The dungeon is cold and damp. There is water dripping down the walls, and there are bars and chains all over the place. I don't understand why Dalaigh brought me down here, unless…

"No! Please!"

"I'm sorry my princess."

"Dalaigh please! Don't do this!"

A man of forty, stands in front of her with sadness on his face. His once broad shoulders now sag with the task that was brought before him. Tying his long blonde hair into a knot, he picks up his sword and walks towards the young woman pleading out to him.

"Dala…", she whimpers.

Upon hearing the name she always called him as a child, he stops. His heart breaks for his princess. The one he always swore to protect, almost twenty years ago.

Falling down on his knees he starts weeping.

"I'm so sorry my princess. I'm so sorry Keegan. I can't do it. I can't kill you."

Bowing down to Princess Keegan he pledges, "No matter what the consequence may be, I shall get you safely out of this castle."

"Thank you Dala, for everything."

Dalaigh helps the princess up, and guides her over to the main dungeon doors. Before they leave he throws a dark colored cloak over her shoulders and gives her a small knife.

"Just incase."Keegan nods, and into the night they go.

Everything is cold. My body hurts when I try to move. What happened at the castle? Is Dalaigh alright? Why is everything so hazy? Why am I all wet? How did I end up on a beach?

A rustling nearby causes the princess to try and hastily pull herself up.

"Ow."

She falls back down into a heap. Pain courses through her entire body.

She looks up to see a little man with red hair, and a badger staring at her. The badger seems to have kind eyes, but the little man seems to loathe the very sight of her. Her body starts to tremble.

"Ah the poor little lass. We should bring her back to the castle", the kind badger said.

"Are you crazy?! She's a Gael! Do you know what that means?"

"I don't care what it means Trumpkin. She's injured badly, and she's probably freezing. Go fetch Glenstorm. We'll need his help."

"No. Caspian will not approve of this."

"Caspian is a good natured boy. If he were here, he'd want to help her too."

"What if she was sent here by her people to kill him?"

"Trumpkin! She is obviously in danger where she comes from. Now pipe down before I sit on your head, and go get me Glenstorm."

"Fine, but I'm not happy about this."

The little man leaves, grumbling the whole way. The badger decides the girl is of no threat and moves to help her. He feels badly for her plight and hopes that the King will understand his choices. Tenderly, he feels around the girl to see if she has any broken bones.

The princess whimpers as he touches her wrist.

"What is your name dear one?", the badger asks.

"Keegan. My name is Keegan."

"Keegan. You'll be taken care of my dear. Do not be afraid. You're safe now."

"Thank you."

Hearing those words of comfort, Keegan stops fighting the pain, and lets herself be pulled into darkness.

"Poor lass. What have they done to you?"

"Who is she Trufflehunter?", a chocolate centaur, with broad shoulders asks.

"Glenstorm! You've startled me. She said her name is Keegan."

"Poor child. What would you like me to do?"

"Carry her back to the castle please. Oh and be careful of her wrist, I believe it's broken."

"Out of every creature in the Narnian forests you, Trufflehunter, are the most noble and compassionate."

"Thank you Glenstorm, but let's just hope his Majesty thinks so too."

Glenstorm picks up Keegan and brings her back to the castle. Trufflehunter pauses and looks out to the ocean, wondering where she came from and who would want to hurt this girl, and why.

"Where am I?"

"You are in Cair Paravel, my Lady."

"Oh!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Trufflehunter.

"How did I get here?"

"One of the centuarian guards carried you."

Centuarian guard? But there are no centuarian guards in Eire. Where am I?

"Where am I?"

"You are in Cair…"

"No. What is the name of the country?"

"Narnia, my Lady."

"Narnia! But that's impossible! How did I even make it across the ocean? How am I still alive?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Having young woman wash upon the shores of Cair Paravel, doesn't happen to often, in fact it doesn't happen at all. "

Trufflehunter was really curious as to how Keegan arrived here, and how she got all those marks on her body.

"What do you remember?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing about getting here at least. I do remember getting pulled into a dark room, and that's it. Oh my! Dalaigh! What have they done to him? Did you find anyone with me on the shore?"

"We only found you."

Oh my poor sweet Dalaigh! I pray to the gods that you are safe wherever you are, and that one day I can thank you for saving my life.

Keegan finally took a look around the room, and was completely stunned to see her surroundings. She was in a large bed chamber that had windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. A deep mahogany wardrobe faced the large canopy bed that she was currently laying in. Different shades of pinks and rose surrounded her, from the bed covers to the curtains on all the windows.

"My Lady?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I asked if you would like to see the castle."

"Is that allowed?"

"I don't see why not. You are not a prisoner here, you are a guest."

"I'd love to."

"Wonderful! I'll have some new clothes brought up to you."

"Thank you Trufflehunter, for everything."