Hi, everyone! Welcome to my story! This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I've never been a strong writer, but I was bored one day, and this happened. There are a couple of things I want to make clear before the story truly begins, but I'll try to keep it short.

First of all, I DON'T OWN NARNIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY C.S. LEWIS. As much as I wish I did, I don't. I ALSO DON'T OWN ANYTHING FROM THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA MOVIES.

Second of all, please review! Constructive criticism is very welcome, but flames will be ignored.

Third, I have this story mostly written. It just needs to be edited a tad bit before I put it on here. That said, I'm currently rather busy in real life, and so I may or may not actually manage to make myself edit what I need to. If I haven't posted the next chapter by, say, the 9th or 10th of Feb, then please, bug me about it until I do it. :D

Fourth, I want to make this clear. I've seen the movies, and read the books. I think that the books are so much better, but the first movie was really good. In this story, a lot of the scenery and stuff is from the movie, although quite a few things are from the book.

And last, but not least, if you see anything in this story that looks like it came from another fanfiction author, please let me know. It's not my attempt to plagiarize or steal anything from someone else. I'll admit that I read a lot of stories written by LadyAlambiel and elecktrum, as they're both incredible authors. I seriously don't want to unintentionally steal someone else's ideas, thoughts, characters, or anything else, so please let me know if you see something, and I'll do my best to make things right.

Alright, that's enough of me. On with the story!

I sighed in relief as the door shut behind my two roommates. It had been a long, tiring day at the office where I was interning, and all I wanted to do was stay home and relax by myself. With that thought in mind, I changed into my pajamas and picked out one of my favorite books to read. I got comfortable on the couch and started reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I must have been more tired than I thought, because I'd only been reading for a few minutes when I fell asleep.

I woke with a start, feeling something cold and wet drop onto my head. I shrieked and jumped up, ready to smack whoever played such mean joke on me. Except, no one was there. Somehow, I was now in a snowy clearing with an old-fashioned lamppost in the middle of it. The scene looked incredibly familiar.

"No," I breathed, my eyes wide. "It can't be."

I continued my inspection of my surroundings, and noticed four very confused kids staring at me from the other side of the clearing. The one who looked to be the oldest of them was taller than me, with dirty blond hair. He had blue eyes, and was in the process of putting on a long fur coat. He looked to be three or four years younger than me. The older looking girl had dark brown hair and green eyes. She was very pretty, but she was scowling. The other boy had black hair and brown eyes, and looked rather sullen. The youngest girl had short, dark auburn hair and brown eyes, and she had a wide smile on her face. They were all staring at me. I looked down to see if I could find a reason with my appearance to explain why they were staring at me, and was surprised to find myself wearing a thin, warm black fitted coat that went down to my knees over a dark blue, fitted t-shirt with silver swirls on it, a pair of comfortable blue skinny jeans, a black belt, and warm black winter boots. I didn't have any jewelry on, other than the ring I always wore, and my hair was in a braid, with sunglasses on top. I found black fingerless gloves on my hands, but no other accessories. I frowned. What had happened? I'd been wearing my pajamas a moment ago. Looking back up, I realized that I had more important things to worry about, like the kids who were still staring at me.

"Um...hi." I said.

The youngest looking girl smiled wider.

"Hello!" she said cheerfully.

"Who are you?" the other girl asked bluntly.

"Susan!" the younger girl said reproachfully, her smile fading just a little. "Be nice."

"No, it's ok." I assured her with a small smile. "I was about to ask the same thing. I'm Alexa. Who are you?"

"I'm Lucy," she replied. "This is Susan," she pointed to the dark-haired older girl, "that's Peter," she motioned to the blond guy, "and that's Edmund," she gestured toward the other, dark-haired guy.

I frowned. This was too much of a coincidence. I had to ask. "Your last name wouldn't happen to be Pevensie, would it?"

Peter looked at me suspiciously. "How did you know that?"

That was all the confirmation I needed. I only knew of one place where there was a lamppost in the middle of the woods like I had seen. The fact that the Pevensie kids were here was simply extra proof of the fact that I was now in one of my favorite fictional places: Narnia.

I took a deep breath, trying not to freak out. After a few moments, I looked at Peter.

"You wouldn't believe me," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow. "I might, considering that I just climbed into a wardrobe and found myself in a forest in the middle of the winter."

I smiled a little. "That sounds about as strange as my own story. Very well. I'll tell you."

Susan interrupted before I could properly begin. "I'm sure your story is absolutely fascinating," she said, "But do you think you could tell it when we're not out in the cold snow?"

I nodded. "Of course." I frowned. "I don't know my way around here, though, so I don't know where we can go."

Lucy grinned. "Why don't we go to Mr. Tumnus' house?" she asked excitedly.

After a moment of silence, we all nodded assent. On the way, I started telling my story. I left out a few things, like the fact that I was from a different time, and the fact that I'd read about their adventures in Narnia. I figured those facts might scare the others, and besides, I wasn't quite sure what to do about them myself. I'd just finished telling my story when we arrived at our destination. Lucy gasped in horror at the devastation that greeted us, and stood in shock at the entrance. Peter and Susan walked a few steps in and found a note from Maugrim, Captain of the Queen's Secret Police, pinned to the floor. Susan read the note out loud, and as soon as she finished reading the note, Lucy darted inside. I followed her. The carnage inside was even worse than what could be seen from the outside. I found Lucy crying in front of a picture frame with a shredded painting of an older man with horns and a bushy gray beard. Gently, I enveloped the girl in a hug and led her back outside to her waiting family. Susan and Peter were arguing when we came out, and Edmund was sulking. Since they were preoccupied, I was the first one to notice the beaver waving at us. I pointed him out, and when the animal gestured for us to follow him, I did so without hesitation. After a moment, the others followed me. The Beaver led us to his home, where we were invited inside (it was quite funny to see the expressions on Peter's and Susan's faces when they heard the Animal talk), and invited us to dinner. During the meal, we learned of the prophecy that foretold the false Queen's downfall in the form of four siblings. Peter and Susan weren't too happy to find that they had a role that everyone expected them to play. Peter downright refused. He stood and announced that he and his siblings were going home. I stayed in my seat and buttered my bread.

"And how do you expect to take all your siblings home when not all of them are here?" I asked calmly.

Apparently, I was the only one who'd noticed Edmund's absence. It took a moment for Peter and Susan to realize what I meant. They rushed outside with Beaver, trying to find their brother. I took a bite out of my roll as they came back inside, already arguing about whether to go find Edmund (whom Beaver was convinced had gone to the White Witch) or go straight to Aslan. I sighed as I realized that this argument wasn't likely to stop anytime soon.

"Enough!" I yelled. Everyone shut up. "Ok, the way I see it, we need to go find Aslan, and soon. If Edmund has gone to the Witch, then Aslan is the only hope we have of rescuing him. The sooner we leave, the better, because chances are that the Witch will be sending her not-so-secret Police after us soon."

The Beavers nodded, while Lucy looked like she was about to cry, Susan looked kind of mad, and Peter was glaring at me. Sighing, I stood and went over to Lucy, enveloping her in a hug as the Beavers went to go pack some things.

"Look," I said before Peter or Susan could say anything. "I know you don't believe that your brother would go to the Witch, but think about it. Where else would he have gone? Logically, if he slipped out, would it be to wander around and explore? Its winter outside and freezing cold. Besides, what teenage boy chooses to go explore a cold winter wonderland without a coat when there's a hot meal right in front of him?" I sighed. "I know this is hard, and I can only imagine what you're feeling, but trust me on this. Aslan is our best hope of finding and helping your brother."

Susan sighed. "Fine. Let's go find this Aslan." She stood and went to help Mrs. Beaver pack things. Peter and I stayed where we were. Lucy had stopped crying by now, but I knew this was hard for her, so I kept hugging her. A few minutes later, the Beavers and Susan came back out, each carrying two bags. Peter grabbed one from Beaver. I disentangled myself gently from Lucy, and then grabbed one from Mrs. Beaver while Susan handed her sister another bag. Within minutes, we were all bundled up and opening the secret tunnel that would start us on our journey toward the Stone Table, where Aslan was said to be. We were just in time, too, because as we opened the door to the passageway in the Beaver's home, the sounds of Wolves could be heard. Peter and I blocked the front door with some of the furniture, and then darted down the tunnel, making sure to close it behind us. The six of us raced down the passageway as fast as we could, and burst out the other end, only to find a bunch of statues in the grove where the tunnel ended. As horrifying as I found the sight of all of the petrified animals, I knew we needed to move.

"Come on, let's go. We can grieve later. Right now, we need to keep going." I did my best to prod everyone on, trying to be encouraging and motivational. I finally got everyone moving again, and we set off.

A few hours later, as we were entering some woods, we heard sleigh bells. The Beavers assumed it was the Witch and rushed us all into hiding. We huddled together in a tiny cave, terrified, waiting for the bells to pass, except they didn't. They stopped right above us. After a moment, it became clear that someone would need to go see who it was. Peter and Beaver both started to move, but I was closer to the entrance of the crevice we were in, so I beat them to it. A moment later, I called down to my friends.

"Come on up! There's a friend here who wants to see you!"

Peter came up first, just to be sure it was safe, but when he saw who was waiting for him, he smiled and turned to help everyone else up. Once everyone was out of the hiding place, we went to greet Father Christmas. We were very glad to see him, and he seemed very happy to be back in Narnia. He started to pass out presents. Lucy was given a dagger and a diamond cordial of fireflower juice that could heal any wound with only a few drops. Susan got a bow and a quiver of arrows, as well as a horn that, according to Father Christmas, would always bring help. Peter received a beautiful sword and a shield. Beaver was given a fixed and slightly upgraded dam, while Mrs. Beaver got a new sewing machine. And then it was my turn. Father Christmas gave me a pair of twin daggers, with red grips and golden lion heads on both of them, much like the hilt of Peter's sword. They were light, extremely sharp, and absolutely beautiful. I expected that to be all, but to my surprise, Father Christmas pulled out one more item for me. It was a black waterproof bag, and inside was a book, beautifully bound in black leather. On the cover, in silver calligraphy, was my name. Reverently I took the tome out and opened it, quickly flipping through the rest of the book, catching glimpses of lots of different pictures of my family and friends. Tears running down my face, I thanked the man who'd delivered this precious gift to me. He smiled at me gently, and then bade us all a cheerful farewell before taking off once more in his sleigh.

Our group continued on toward our destination. We finally decided to stop several hours later. We found a cave nearby and spent the night, huddled next to each other for warmth. We got up early the next morning, ate a quick, cold breakfast, and continued on, managing to reach the river around midmorning. It was there that the Wolves found us. They'd surrounded us, and the head Wolf, Maugrim, faced us, trying to get us to give up and surrender. Susan was all for following his advice, but Peter and I ignored her and drew our blades. I could see when Peter realized that the ice covering the river was melting. He drove his sword into the ice, and I drove both of my blades in as well. The icy water from the freed river washed over us and pushed us downstream. The Beavers slipped into the water and guided the pieces of ice we were floating on to the bank. I managed to grab Lucy just before she slipped out of her coat while trying to hold on to the ice. Carefully, we climbed off the ice, and started walking again. Soon, it was warm enough that Peter, Susan, and Lucy shed their fur coats and hung them over a tree branch to dry. I kept mine on. It was light enough that it didn't bother me, and I figured that it would be nice to have for when winter came again in a few months.

We finally reached our destination about two hours after noon. As we reached the top of a hill overlooking the valley below, we stopped to admire the awesome view. The valley was filled with red and gold tents, with different creatures and Animals moving about doing different things. The air was filled with the sound of metal on metal, either in the forges or on the training grounds. I stood there for a few minutes, staring at it with the others. As the Beavers finally started downhill, I took a deep, fortifying breath and followed them into the camp with the Pevensies behind me. As we walked down the main path toward a large tent that was slightly set apart from the others, the occupants of the camp noticed us, and it became quiet as everyone stared at us. Lucy smiled at everyone, but Peter and Susan looked just as uncomfortable with the attention as I was. We approached the tent and Peter drew his sword, announcing that we had come to see Aslan.