AN: Hey Everyone! This is my first Narnia fic so go easy on me! Hope you like it! This is pretty much gonna be about the third time all four Pevencie kids go back to Narnia, but this time, someone else is coming: a girl from our time! Hope you like it!

Chapter 1: The Piano

Jessica's POV:

I slid my palm across the smooth, velvety surface of the old wooden piano. My hands were sore from hours of playing the instrument. I flipped the paper that rested against the music stand and began Beethoven's "Fur Elise".

As the last chord sounded the finale of the song, I smiled to myself, satisfied with my practice session. The piano had been a gift from my mother. She had gotten it from an old house that had belonged to my relatives in the 1940's, but the last of the people who had lived there had recently died, so the house went us. Mom got some cool stuff for our new house and I got the old piano.

We had recently moved to Washington from Phoenix and I felt as if I had gone a world away from my real home. Surprise, surprise, it was raining outside. I wasn't used to the constant rain because I had lived in the desert all my life. I listened to the sound of the pounding rain and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a crash of what I thought was thunder broke the peaceful silence. I was about to go back to go back to my playing when it happened again. It was louder now and I realized it wasn't the thunder. It was something coming from the piano.

I hugged my big Phoenix University sweater closer to me and wiped my now sweating hands on my jeans. I opened the back of the piano to see what the noise was and a giant gust of wind enveloped the room. The sheet music flew around the room and I grabbed at the air, hoping to catch a few pieces before they were torn to shreds.

The floor disappeared beneath me and I quickly realized that I was floating in midair. I hugged my legs closer to me and screamed. I was surrounded by... by... I have no idea what it was!

All of a sudden I plopped down in the middle of a forest. I looked around, thoroughly shaken up by now and realized four other kids appear only twenty feet ahead of me. I hid so that they wouldn't see me behind a huge pine tree. I took this moment to survey the kids and took a few mental notes. There were two boys and two girls, the youngest seemed to be the smallest girl and the oldest seemed to be the largest boy. They were wearing strange clothes, like they had just jumped out of World War II. The little girl looked around like I had but instead of looking freaked out, she looked... excited?

"Oh, Peter! Isn't this wonderful? We all got back! " She said to the older boy. Back? I thought to myself. They've been here before?

'Peter' nodded and looked around at the trees quietly. He looked puzzled, "Su, I thought that Aslan said that we could never come back." The older girl looked at him, but she looked happy.

"Yes, well," she started saying, "At least we can go visit some old friends." She was babbling. The other three started laughing and she looked at them.

"So what if I want to see him again? You would too!" she said huffily.

I was confused. Who were they? Who was Aslan? Who was 'he'? I wasn't about to stay to find out.

I took a step backward, but accidentally broke a twig. The four looked over at me and gasped. I looked around for an easy escape. There was none.

"Who are you?" The older boy said. I looked at him and then darted my gaze around.

"Jessica. Who are you?" I asked them. They had strange English accents. "Why is she dressed like a strange boy?" I heard the little one asked her sister. The other girl just rolled her eyes.

The older girl smiled and looked at me. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Susan Pevencie." She said kindly. She had beautiful black hair that went down to her middle back and the most entrancing green eyes. She looked about 18. I shook her hand and looked at the other three.

"Lucy Pevencie," The little girl said to me, also shaking my hand. What was with these people? Lucy had little brown braids and a very wise look to her even though she couldn't a day over 12.

"I'm Edmund Pevencie," The younger boy stated, taking a step closer to me. There was something about him... He had ebony black hair and beautiful green eyes like Susan. He was tall and slender and had a certain air about him. He looked about 17, my age.

"Peter," the older boy said, tearing my gaze away from the other boy. He was tall and had brown hair and looked so king-like, I had to look twice before I could convince myself that I was insane. He held himself with a kind but superior fashion.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I asked them. They all looked at me, waiting for the question that had yet to be asked.

"Where-?" I was about to ask when something, very literally, almost stepped on me. I looked up and saw a giant cutting across the forest with a humungous sword attached to his waist.

"At the moment," Susan began, "We're right in the middle of that giants watch post. So we may want to scoot out of here as soon as possible." I ran out of the dense woods and panted for breath. The cool breeze that reached my face from the near seashore was cool and refreshing. That's when I remembered that a Giant had just chased me from the forest!

I pounced back at the four kids behind me. "What the hell was that?" I said very perturbed by now. They looked at me first with ghastly looks as if they had never heard a girl say 'hell' before. Then they looked sympathetic.

"This is going to be hard to except," Peter said, "But you're in a land called Narnia. It is magical."

I glared at him, "Yeah, and I suppose there are unicorns here, too, right?" I said bitterly. They all looked uncomfortable and didn't answer me. "Oh, you have got to be joking me!"

"Where are you from?" Lucy asked avoiding the question.

"Phoenix," I said shortly.

"Where is that?" she asked confused. How did she not know where Phoenix was?

"America," I said with a little more impatience than I expected. Lucy gasped. She stumbled back into Peter, who smirked at me.

"Well, no wonder her manners are ill-tempered. She's a Yank." Now he was the one being short.

"Hey, I didn't judge you because of where you come from!" I shot back at him.

"No, you and your people came in claiming it to be your war, fighting on our soil!" He said sourly. I blinked at him.

"What war?" I asked. He rolled his eyes, "Like you don't know."

I eyed him curiously, "What year is it where you come from?"

He wasn't catching on but he answered me, "1946. Why?" I stumbled and tripped backwards, staring at the kids wide eyed the whole time.

"What's the matter with her?" Edmund asked his brother. His brother shrugged, "I don't know. Are you alright, Miss?"

I just stared at him wide eyed backing up against a tree. "Fine, fine. But where I come from," I said slowly, "The year is 2009." They all seemed to comprehend this at different rates. "So, now what?" I asked slowly.

Peter seemed to have recovered the quickest. "Now," he said picking his bag up off the floor, "We wait for Aslan."

Again with this Aslan creature!

AN: I'm still building the plot so don't be to hard on me!