Imma keep this short and brief.

This is in a bit more modern time…like our time, lets put it at 2010.

Caspian (I say this repeatedly) does not have an accent. KILL ME NOW, BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE HIS ACCENT IN THE MOVIE.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia

Stand. Aim. And shoot.

The man collapsed, the stolen serum dropping from his hands. I dived to catch it quickly before it dropped and smashed.

Mission accomplished. I allowed myself a small satisfactory grin before I turned away from the fatally bleeding man.

"You should have given up before. You don't know who you're dealing with. You may now though." I said over my shoulder. His breathing labored to a slow pant and then…nothing.

I didn't feel anything. I've already gotten accustomed to this job. Plus, he wouldn't have cared about killing me so, why should I?

It has already been four years since the last time I went to Narnia and traveled on the Dawn Treader. And four years since I started this job for AIT. I bet a few hundred years have already gone by back there too. It's really none of my concern anymore. It's not as if I have forgotten Narnia. Not like Susan has. I remember it clearly but I know I'm not meant to go back. She, on the other hand, acts as though it was a dream; a crazy dream that we all had, at the exact same time. She has been denying my existence too. But I haven't seen her for three years now so my grudge against her has softened a little bit.

"Serum is secured and guards are out," I reported to my superior. He gave me a curt nod.

"Well done, you are dismissed."

I bowed slightly—our way of respect—and hurried out of the room before he got annoyed. The heads can be a bit…extreme at times.

"You're back," Jake commented as I entered the lounge room.

I grinned, "Took three weeks but I finally did it."

"It didn't take long at all. I wasn't expecting you for another two weeks. You must be one of the fastest agents we have."

My cheeks flushed a little at the compliment. "Thanks, I'm just doing my job." It's not like I have anything else important to do. I thought, fingering the pendant on my chest. "But there's a reason why your status in the agency is higher than mine."

Jake scoffed. "Yeah, it's because you're a woman. You're lucky that they took you in and gave you this status. But it should be higher."

He was right. I had to go through a lot of tests to even enter. My training in Narnia was the only thing that had helped me pass. Jake, though, only had to sign up and take a few tests to check his hearing and seeing ability. The sexism in this world is just so frustrating.

Saying goodbye to Jake, I slowly made my way to my room. I tucked my gun into my jeans, and I had quite a few packs to refill the bullets hung inside my coat. You never know who might attack you at night, even inside the base.

I sat on the bed, cross-legged. The pendant that Aslan had given to me was out in my hands and I turned it over to read the inscribed words:

To my dear Lucy,

Open this when the time is right.

My nails grazed the engraving and I pressed my flesh against It firmly to etch the words onto my hand. To my surprise, the whole thing clicked and snapped open.

There was a small gold ring inside. Enough to fit my fingers. The pinkie one, actually. Which I found out as I tried it on.

The room around me had started spinning. So fast that I had to close my eyes for a good minute before I opened them.

And you won't believe where I had gone. Or come. It doesn't really matter.