Peter surveyed his land; feeling a sense of achievement in the years of his ruling. Even though he was only twenty, Peter felt like a disabled old man without any crutches sometimes. He needed something, but he didn't know what. At first, he thought it was an adventure. So, after defeating the White Witch, he frequently left the castle on search for remnants of the Witch's army. After years of 'adventure', he had wiped most of the evil out. There was only so much one could do. Peter now spent his days making important decisions and advising troubled beavers, and arguing centaurs. Every now and then; he sent a griffon to scout the lands in search of any trouble. They always came back empty.

None of his other siblings showed the same troubles. Lucy and Susan preoccupied themselves with the horses, or visiting the dryads of the woods, or flirting with the merman of the Rush River. Maybe Edmund was feeling the same restlessness. Peter would ask him, but he was never here. Edmund was most likely at the Shuddering Woods now; searching for a treatment for werewolves, or at Mt Pire; making alliances with dragons. Wherever his little brother was, Peter was not worried about him. Edmund had proved himself worthy more than once.

The King ran his hands through his blonde hair, and rubbed his temples. He rested his head in his hands as he leaned on the balcony. He ran a hand over the hilt of his sword. He was dying to use that sword.
Horns trumpeted; signaling the return of a Queen or King. Peter looked up. He hoped it was Edmund. He really could use another human guy around here. Peter found nothing wrong with Mr. Tumnus of course, but sometimes he was just a tad bit annoying.
Peter saw the familiar white horses and the flowing dark brown hair. It was his sisters. Nothing new there. But they had a centaur behind them. Carrying in his arms… a human.
"Edmund." Peter ran down to meet them. What happened to Ed? Was he dead? Where was the other men that had gone with him? Peter grit his teeth instantly; thinking of a mutiny.
" Peter!" Lucy squealed.
" What's happened? What's wrong with Ed?"
" Edmund?" Lucy repeated. " Peter…" She moved so Peter could see the centaur carry the human in his arms. " Peter, it's a girl."

So it was. It wasn't Susan. Was it a Dryad? Perhaps a fire had broken out in it's woods and it had gotten injured. But the girl was wearing strange clothes. Clothes that Peter had never seen before. She was wearing white, fluffy shoes tied with ropes. A blue, rough looking material clung to her legs, and a baggy grey soft cloth was her top. Her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail.
" We found her in the Owlwoods. We couldn't just leave her Peter." Susan seemed to be apologizing.
" No, that's alright. Take her in the guest chambers. Lucy, heal any visible wounds. Susan, get a healer and a change of clothes." Peter ordered sharply. He thanked the centaur and took the girl from his arms. She was light. Not at all heavy for Peter's muscular build. The centaur nodded.
As Peter lay the girl down in bed; his mind made a cautious check. What if she was a rebel? No, Peter reassured himself. They would never send a girl. And she didn't have any weapons. How in Aslan did she get here?
She could be from across the seas, Peter thought as he gently moved her hair from her face. Or maybe she was directly from the sea. He had never seen an ugly Mermaid, and she was certainly not ugly. But no fins of course. She could be part Mermaid. Or a Naiad of an unknown river.
Peter froze as the girl slightly stirred.

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Rachel opened her eyes slightly to see a blond man gazing down at her with a look of shock. He was so good looking, she must be dreaming. She tried to say something, but her throat was cracked dry. Her head hurt too much to even keep her eyes open, so she closed them again; and didn't wake up for hours to come.

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The hours came. Rachel now opened her eyes wide. With a terrified gasp, she sprang up from the feathery bed. She realized then that her clothes were gone, and she only wore a thin nightgown. With a mortified shriek, she grabbed the sheets and held them close to her. What in the world was going on? Where in the world was she? She looked around the lavished room, and saw a pair of strange clothes sitting on a chair next to a nightstand with a bowl of water. She had a large window hidden by thick curtains on the other wall.

Above her bed was what looked like an oil painting. It was a boy in armor. A sword was in one hand, and the head of an evil looking woman was in the other. The boy was showing the head to an audience full of different creatures. Rachel saw horses with men's bodies, people in the sea with tails, men with goat feet, little dwarves, winged horses - it went on and on!

In awe, Rachel turned to the other painting. It was a brown haired man this time. He was wearing golden armor, and fighting a dragon with flames and lava spurting from its fanged mouth. What was this place? Did it really have dragons and goat-men? She turned back to the painting of the golden haired boy and realized it was the same boy she had seen in her dreams.

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Peter passed the guest chamber, and slowed down. A twinge of worry filled him. Why hadn't the woman woken up yet? Swallowing his eagerness, he opened the oak doors.
" Oh!" The girl started; wrapping the sheets around her more protectively. She had been looking at a painting. Peter shifted, and saw that it was the over exaggerated one of him and Jadis.
" I'm sorry, didn't mean frighten you." He apologized. " I was just checking on you."
The girl met his gaze. " Th-that's okay." She felt stupid not saying anything. " Is that you? In the painting I mean."

Peter smiled. What an odd question. " In a way yes. But I really didn't do that." What if she thought of him as some blood thirsty warrior?
She shifted uncomfortably. " Where am I?" She finally asked. Peter was surprised. She must've been really knocked out for her not to remember her home.

" You're in Narnia."
" Nahnia?"
" Nar-nia." Peter said slowly. " You're at Cair Paravel. Castle of Kings Peter and Edmund, and Queens Susan and Lucy." He started to introduce himself, but the girl rudely interrupted him.
" How can you have two kings, and two queens?" She asked.
" I-" Peter was stumped. He didn't know! What sort of question was that anyway! " That's not the point now, milady." He reached for her hand and said, " My name is Peter." He was about to kiss it when she suddenly violently pumped his hand up and down.
" My name's Rachel."
Peter quickly took his hand back. Strange girl.
" I guess you have a lot of imagination." Rachel said, looking at the paintings once again. They were just so beautiful. She had never seen anything like it before.
" Imagination?" Peter repeated. " There's no imagination to it."
Rachel's breath caught. " What do you mean?"
" This is Narnia, fair lady." Peter said. There was something familiar about the look on the girl's face. She looked as if she were about to faint, or vomit. Or cry.
" Isn't that in Russia?" She slurred.
" Russia? No." Peter frowned.
" I don't understand. I thought you saved me- but, I just don't- I'm dreaming. That's it. I must be dreaming. I have to." She cried. Her shock was over. Reality was settling in. Rachel was beginning to realize that she was nowhere near home. It looked like she was in the fucking medieval times! What the hell was going on?
She became so dizzy and panicky, she just fainted, and felt herself fall in the handsome golden haired man's arms.

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When she came to, a nice girl named Susan helped her into a plain dress that looked like it was from the King Arthur times. But Rachel made no objection. She was a strong believer in fate. Wherever, and whenever, she was; there was a reason for her to be there. There was a reason that she had ran out in the middle of a road, despite the speeding car. A reason for the blast of pain she experienced. A reason for the falling snow to be the last thing she saw for a while. At least, until that cute Peter stood over her. Rachel decided to wait it out, and freak out later.

Susan and Lucy were very nice. They took her outside to give her a tour of the castle. Lucy seemed to have a little bit of a child still in her and liked to run ahead and romp about.

" You gave our brother quite a fright." Susan said with a friendly smile.
' He's your brother?"
" Yes. Lucy's as well."
" Didn't know that. I thought that you were… um, sort of-"
" Married? Betrothed? No, he's just our overprotective brother. Peter doesn't have time for those sort of things. Plus, I don't think he'd want to marry a Naiad, or a dragon." Susan laughed.
" What do you mean?" Rachel was horrified. " Does he have to marry something like that?"
" Oh no, it's just that there are only four humans in Narnia. Me, Lucy, Peter, and Edmund. We're all siblings. Peter is far to serious running this country to be in love."

" He's king?" Rachel's mouth dropped. He was so young!
" It was sort of forced upon him. But he took it, and immediately seized control." Susan smiled sadly. " It's like he was born for that."
" Wow. Is that him there?" A man riding a sleek black horse was galloping towards them.
" Yes. Seems as if a griffon has brought news."
" A what?" Sure enough, a bird seemed to be flying behind. Rachel watched in awe as a giant creature landed on the ground near Peter. It had a bird's head complete with a beak, and wings. It's body looked like a lion due to the tail complete with paws with sharp nails.
" Seen anything suspicious?" Peter asked, dismounting. Rachel couldn't help but notice that he kind of looked eager. The giant bird/lion shook it's head.
" No." It talked! " Haven't seen anything." It then bowed and took flight. Peter gave a little sigh and turned back to his sister.
" I'm starving. Let's go eat."

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Rachel barely ate. She just wanted to be alone and figure everything out. She walked around the castle until she found a balcony that looked over the land and mountains. The sun was going down. Rachel stood near the balcony, and gazed at the visible stars. She could see no familiar constellations. No Orion, or Big Dipper - nothing. It scared her. Where was she? The fucking stars weren't even the same!
Rachel suppressed a sob, and covered her head in her hands. She was so afraid.

"Rachel?" Rachel turned around to see Peter. His ocean eyes were clouded with concern. Rachel nodded. " Yes, I was just… looking, I guess."
" The sky's beautiful, isn't it?" Peter asked. He was just trying to make conversation.
" Yes. Especially the stars. They twinkle like crazy."
" Well," Peter leaned on the balcony with his elbows; facing Rachel. " That's because the stars are dancing."
" Yeah right," Rachel huffed. Peter was surprised.
" You.. It's true." Peter said. " They're humans with dresses made of fires. They perform dances in the sky when the sun goes down; making our constellations."

Rachel laughed. That was impossible, but she wasn't about to burst his happy bubble. She knew, of course, that stars were actually huge flaming balls of gas. " Really? And what how do they get the stuff from the sun to make the clothes?"
" No one knows for sure." Peter shrugged. " But I believe it's the white phoenixes that live on the sun."
" Birds. On the sun?"
" Of course. Who else is to protect the healing powers of the sun?"
" Healing powers." She couldn't be rude and laugh in his face, but it was getting harder by the moment.
" Yes. Fire berries can heal any sickness or wound. And stars eat fire flowers to regain their youth. I can't believe you didn't know any of this!" Peter exclaimed.

" What else is Narnia made of?" Rachel yawned and scooted closer. She liked hearing him talk. Peter looked a little taken aback, but continued anyway; hoping to impress Rachel.
" The soil this castle stands on is a living creature."
" Really?" She inched her face closer, actually interested this time.
" Yes. The surface of course, is dead. But deep beneath us is alive."
" Who told you all of this?"
" Aslan. Books."
" What's an Aslan?"

Peter looked at her as if she were in a retarded class. " He saved Narnia from an eternity of winter and evil."
" Oh." Rachel didn't want to sound even more stupid so she said. " Of course, I know him. It just slipped my mind." The sun was down, and she was tired. " If you don't mind, Peter, I'm going to hit the sack."
" The what?"
" I'm going to sleep." Rachel said with a smile. He smiled back, melting her insides into goo. He was so adorable.
" Dream well." Peter said and turned back to face the sky.
" Don't worry, I will." Rachel said; retreating inside.

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This is my first Narnia fic! So please, go easy on me. You can say if I did anything wrong of course, just don't flame me please. In my story, Peter looks like the Peter in the movie. (Who is extremely hot) He's just a little older of course. And… does anyone know how old the children are when they first enter Narnia in the Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe? I can't remember and I don't feel like searching in all my books. Oh, and if anyone finds anything wrong with the Narnian astronomy and stuff like that, please tell me. That was all from memory, since I was too lazy to look in the book. Thanks for reading and please review. Oh yeah, one more thing! (I promise) Does anyone know how to indent using this thing?