Disclaimer: Sadly...I do not own The Chronicles Of Narnia. That belongs to C.S. Lewis. Also, I don't own the song "New Soul" by Yael Naïm (I have it on my iPod though!!) However, I do own Ashlyn... and deep down inside, I own Skandar Keynes/Edmund Pevensie, heheh.

It was a normal day in Chicago for fourteen-year-old Ashlyn Brookes. "Taxi!" she hailed a taxi cab driving by. "North Clark Street, please," she said, planning on getting off at the beginning of the block and walking to her favorite store.

The driver turned around and flashed a yellow-toothed grin. "Yessss, your majesssssty."

Ashlyn bit her lip. She had ridden in a taxi thousands of times ever since she was born, and had met some pretty eccentric drivers. This one, on the other hand, really freaked her out.

"Um, maybe I should get out and you, know…walk," she laughed nervously, reaching for the door.

"NO!! I musssssst get you to Jadissss!! I MUSSSSST GET YOU TO JAAAADIIIIIISSSSSS!!" The taxi driver turned around and clamped down on the young girl's wrist, his blackened nails digging into her flesh. She looked up at him, only to look away in horror.

The old taxi driver was no more. In his place, there was a fearsome troll-like creature. Deep black eyes, grayish skin, and sharp teeth, along with horns protruding from the tangled mass of long gray hair.

Ashlyn let out a shriek as a white light blinded her.

It was also a normal day for the Pevensie children at Cair Paravel, in the beautiful land of Narnia.

"Edmund, how many times do I have to tell you? Narnia is not going to run out of toast!" Lucy, the youngest child, shrieked.

"At this rate it will," laughed Susan, the second eldest of the children.

"O uh uh oo aw," Edmund countered, sending sprays of crumbs flying out of his mouth. He was the second youngest.

Lucy and Susan looked at each other in confusion.

Edmund swallowed. "I said, shut up you lot."

"Oh…" Lucy trailed off.

"Aslan, what's wrong? You haven't touched your breakfast yet," Peter, the eldest of all four Pevensie children, asked. The other three children looked at each other, noticing that Peter hadn't touched his food either.

The mighty lion's left ear flicked as he stood up and sighed. "I'm waiting for an important message from Tumnus. She's back," he mumbled the last part to himself.

"Who's back?" A motherly voice echoed from a hallway. Two beavers scampered into the dining hall of Castle Cair Paravel.

"Oh, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Beaver!" Lucy greeted the two talking animals. "Would you care for some biscuits or tea?"

"This is no time for food!" Mr. Beaver snapped. "If the White Witch is returning, we have to prepare our forces!"

"No Beaver," Aslan said, letting out a small chuckle. "Not the her. Not Jadis. This girl however, if told the wrong thing, will be much like Jadis. Only worse. Much worse."