Twilight/Narnia Fan Fic.

This uses the Twilight characters and is pretty much a Twilight fan fic; it's just set in Narnia. Just because I like it that way lol . You may need some knowledge of Narnia terms though.

Chapter 1- Freedom.

"We seek peace, knowing that peace is the climate of freedom."

-Dwight. D. Eisenhower

Bella's point of view.

"Come on, before everyone else wakes up!" I hissed at Jessica as we made our way out of the small boat we'd used to get to shore.

Our fleet was in harbour in Doorn, the second of the three Lone Islands that we'd visited, and I wanted to get a look at this one before we did the official tour. I loved my father, but whenever we went anywhere his official tour consisted of the homes of noble people, important buildings, landmarks, historical sites, and so on.

"Is this a good idea?" Jessica questioned me, stepping bleary eyes out onto the grass behind me.

"Would you look around, of course it is!"

The landscapes here reminded me of home, of Narnia. Felimath was the first of the Lone Islands that we'd visited and it had been rocky and bare. Here the hills were rolling and everything was green as far as the eye could see. I'd felt threatened almost in Felimath, unsafe, but here everything seemed lifelike and happy and good.

I started to run, tasting freedom. It wasn't a dish I'd tasted in the past week of our tour. Not that I ever did get much of it, but my father warned me of how the men of the Lone Islands were cruel and savage, and I had been allowed nowhere alone throughout the entire journey.

I threw myself down on the soft bed of grass, lying in a patch of sunlight.

"Come on, we need to go back," Jessica whined at me after she'd caught up with me. Jessica was big on things were meant to be done and how ladies should act, and she ran nowhere.

"Nonsense. We can stay here longer yet, as long as we are back on the boat in an hour," I declared, "the sun is not yet fully up, the men on the ship will not be up for an hour or so yet."

It got lighter earlier the further East we came.

"Lion's mane Bella, we cannot even see the ship from here. And we are in danger here, all manner of uncivilised creatures prowl landscapes at this time."

She was right, we couldn't see the ship. But we had only climbed over one hill. Maybe it was two. I hadn't noticed so much when I was running. And there weren't particularly any marked paths. We were surrounded by hills but we would only need to climb to the peak of one of them to be able to see the sea and gauge our direction. We'd find the ship easily enough, with Aslan as my witness; I'd only run over one or two.

"Bella," Jessica grabbed my arm in a vice grip and the fear in her voice turned my stomach to ice, "there's a group of people on that next hill and they're coming this way!"

"Oh by Aslan himself Jessica!" my fear had turned to anger now, "not everyone who is out at this time is a murderer or some vile uncivilised brute! We are proof of that- as if any were needed!" I said- disdainful of her fears and feminine shrieks.

Jessica looked unconvinced but sat down my by side on the grass. She didn't dare leave me.

We sat for another 10 minutes before Jessica got up, rather abruptly.

"Bella, we need to go, those people have seen us and changed their path to come for us."

"What?" I sat up.

"They were going over the next hill but they spotted us, they're coming this way."

"Jessica, they're probably not dangerous!" Even as the words left my mouth I could see the people coming over the crest of the next hill and I could understand Jessica's panic. Her eyesight had always been better than mine and she had been watching them for a while.

"Dammit Bella, move!"

I listened to her this time, standing up.

"We can't run," I whispered, "it will look suspicious."

We got up and made towards the top of the hill, but we had barely walked ten paces when I heard Jessica scream and someone grabbed me, pulling my hands behind my back and tying them with rough binding.

"Let us go!" Jessica screamed, struggling.

I stood perfectly still, I had no idea what to do. Inwardly I cursed myself, why did I always think that I was right, that no one else's opinion mattered? Maybe if I'd gotten off my high horse and listened to Jessica we wouldn't be in this predicament.

They wouldn't be up on the boat for another hour yet I didn't think, they wouldn't realise we were gone for about two hours.

"Walk," commanded the one who had tied me, his voice was gruff and his eyes seemed hard. I realised what these men were, they were slave drivers, the men my father had talked of, warned me against.

I had given slave drivers some credit in my own mind, thinking they must feel bad about what they did, thinking nothing but extreme poverty and desperation could force people into this career. But that all disappeared when I saw the one who was clearly in charge.

He was a huge brute of a man, carrying a long whip and wearing black leather, even in the beautiful sunlight. He enjoyed looking rough and scaring women and children, that was obvious. He pinched Jessica roughly and thrust her to walk in front of him.

"Then I have better access to her back if she does not walk fast enough," he grunted to one of his fellows, who laughed at the huge one as he jerked the whip in his right hand.

'Jessica I'm so sorry' I thought out, praying to Aslan that she could hear my thoughts, knowing fine well that she couldn't. What I wouldn't have given for the ancient horn of Queen Susan at that moment.

The walk was tiresome in the hot sun and on the way we rounded up a few more poor travellers, the slave drivers picking off weak people, or small groups, steering clear of the bigger camps that had been set up around the place. Cowards.

"Gliftin, we need to hurry," the man who was pushing me from behind, "the market starts in a few hours and unless this pace picks up a bit we won't be in town until the bidders have taken what they want and left."

"You're right," the great brute, Gliftin answered, "we're about three hours from town as it is. Go hide behind a tree over the hill yonder and take the next carriage you see."

The idiot ran off until he was out of sight, over the next hill.

"You," Gliftin grabbed me suddenly and propelled me forwards to be standing in front of him, next to Jessica, "You better start stoopin' and stop holdin' that head of yours so high. People don't want slaves that hold themselves up and don't keep their eyes down and get on with their work!" He lashed me with the leather he held.

"I shall be no slave," I hissed at the man, turning to look at him.

He laughed at me, cruelly. "You'll be gettin' no say in the matter," and with that he took some filthy rag from his pocket and gagged me.

Jessica was crying next to me, and if my hands hadn't been bound I would have reached for her. As it as all I could do was try and communicate my apologies with my eyes. It would be fine, I told myself, the men from the ship would realise we were gone. They'd come after us. We'd be saved. And Aslan help Gliftin when we were. I would remember that name, I vowed to myself.

The one who had been behind me came running back not much later.

"Gliftin, I got a carriage waitin' just there, over the top o' the hill. Healthy horse. He'll get us to town soon."

"Carry the slaves, they do not walk quick enough," Gliftin instructed his men as he picked up Jessica under one arm and the other threw me over his shoulder.

When we got to the carriage I realised that there were about 10 of us that had been captured as 'slaves' now. The others seemed younger than my 17 years except from one couple who had been picked up together, they looked to be too old to work, let alone be slaves.

My father would put a damn stop to this. Aslan himself would eat these men for breakfast. And for all my curses and proclamations in my head, at the back of my mind a small voice continued to remind me that had I listened to Jessica, we would have been safely in the ship.