I do NOT own anything Narnia-related. I merely own the characters Elizabeth and Tyler. If I owned Narnia I wouldn't need to write fan fiction now would I? I also do NOT own any of the songs or quotes used in this story! Again I repeat: I ONLY OWN Elizabeth and Tyler! The names of each chapter are after songs that fit the events of said chapter and could be played as a playlist while reading it.

This is a romance/drama/fantasy Narnia FAN fiction story!

Song for this chapter: Blue Eyes Blue by Eric Clapton

Chapter 1: Blue Eyes Blue

Elizabeth always knew she was different. As she sat by herself, staring out at all the other girls in the college dining hall, she could not find a single spot where she fit in. She was nothing special in her mind—rosewood hair, gray eyes, and fair skin sprinkled with freckles, save for one spot on her right cheek, stretching from under her eye to the corner of her mouth where there were none at all. The empty spot was her birth mark, which would only show up as a slightly tan spot after she'd spent time in the sun. Nothing special at all. She was short, only five-foot-two and she wasn't exactly the thinnest girl around. She was just average.

She couldn't fit in with the popular girls. Or anywhere else for that matter. She wasn't a prep or a jock or a punk or a Goth or a band geek or a cheerleader; she was just Elizabeth. There was no category for her. She wore clothes that she liked regardless of brand or whether or not it was in style. She spent most of her time with her nose buried in her sketchbook instead of a cell phone. She was outspoken and had strange—and often unpopular—opinions, which many people scoffed at or found offensive. She came from a poor family. She had gotten into college only because she had earned a full scholarship. None of these things, however, were what made her an outcast among the other sophomore girls.

No, what made Elizabeth different was her ability. She didn't know how else to describe the bizarre things her mind seemed to do at random. She had déjà vu—major déjà vu. She would have dreams and flashes that would come true anywhere from days to years later. It wasn't coincidence because it happened daily, and unless she intervened, they would always come true. Sometimes, her intervention was what caused the vision to happen. It was a no-win situation. It was also flawed. The course of her visions depended on the actions of people in them; ergo, the visions were susceptible to change at any time. Elizabeth never told anyone about this; people could simply tell that she was "a freak"—as they so eloquently put it—and avoided her at all cost.

Even though she was an outcast, Elizabeth never tried to be normal. If people didn't like her the way she was, she didn't care—she had a low enough self-esteem without their criticism.

Lately, she had been having dreams that were weirder than usual. In these dreams, she saw herself in a dungeon made of ice. Sitting next to her, chained with iron shackles just like hers, was a young boy, at least twelve years old. His hair was black as coal and his pitiful eyes were a deep brown, but other than that, he could've passed for Elizabeth's brother. Across the dungeon lay a strange man with the legs and horns of a goat. He had been beaten badly and could not get up because his ankles were shackled. The dream was so real that she would wake up feeling as if she had slept in a snow drift.

With a sigh, she got up, put her tray of half-eaten food on the conveyor belt to be dumped and washed, and left the dining hall. She had some time before her next class—her favorite: horseback riding—so she decided to take a nature walk through the campus. It was warm outside, but in a comfortable way, especially after being in the freezing dining hall. The sun shone brightly and birds all over the campus were singing happy little songs. As she walked, she thought about the conversation she had had with her roommate, Ebony, the previous night; she had invited her to come to Florida with her over Spring Break, because she was horrified that Elizabeth had never been to Disney World before. If she were honest, Elizabeth wasn't really sure if she wanted to go.

Truthfully, the idea of hot weather and hot sand didn't appeal much to her and she had yet to make the decision to stay or go. Ebony had promised that there would be plenty of cute guys to flirt with. An appealing fantasy—if Elizabeth hadn't recently been through an ugly break up. She shook the thought out of her head before it could consume her and put her in a bad mood.

Looking at her cell phone to check the time, she decided that she should start heading to the stables for class; she was already wearing the appropriate pants and boots—and two sports bras—for the occasion, negating the need to return to her dorm first. She made an about face—and saw a sight that made the air rush out of her lungs. A few feet away from her, leaning against a tree, making out with an unfamiliar girl, was her ex-boyfriend, Bran. A myriad of emotions swam through her and threatened to pull her under. A brutal knife twisted itself in her gut; it mutilated her heart, which had sunk deep into the pit of her stomach. At the same time, the evil monster hatred reared its ugly head, begging for the chance to knock the guy over the head with a fallen tree branch from the blossoming magnolia tree next to her.

No! I must not let this affect me! I don't care! I. Do. Not. Care. Chin up, shoulders back, look nonchalant! Elizabeth thought in a panic. She patted her hair a couple of times, squared her shoulders, and walked down the sidewalk like a girl on a mission—a mission to ignore the smutty activities of her ex and his newest conquest. She sauntered past them quickly, fighting the urge to glance over. Once she was out of sight, she let out a sigh of relief—they hadn't noticed her. With her jaw locked and her fists clenched, she shuffled to a nearby fountain and sat on its creamy marble edges.

A tear trickled down her cheek and fell from her chin. As she turned her gaze to watch the tear splash into the water, she noticed something strange—the reflection in the fountain's water was different. She glanced at her surroundings, then back into the water. No, she wasn't hallucinating; the reflection wasn't right. Instead of budding trees, blue skies, and spring time sunshine, the reflection in the water was one of frozen trees, falling snow, and a sunless, gray sky. Elizabeth squinted. Was she losing her mind?

Curiously, she reached her hand down and dipped it into the icy water. As soon as she did so, she felt a strong tugging sensation; as if someone was grabbing her arm and was dragging her down. She struggled, trying to yank her arm free, to no avail. As she was pulled into the fountain, her screams were drowned in icy water.