Prologue

Jules rode her horse through the woods. Aslan was calling and she couldn't keep him waiting. Well, she could, but it would be terribly rude. Jules had been doing research on ways to defeat Jadis when she got the feeling. It was always the same when he called her. It felt like a warm breeze washing over her; it felt like peace. So, she had mounted her chestnut horse, Katarina, and set off. She didn't know exactly where she was going, but she was following her feelings. They had never failed her. They always led her right to him.

Within an hour, Jules knew she had arrived. She dismounted and fixed her messed up hair and cloak before walking towards the Great Lion. Aslan stood about thirty feet from her and waited patiently.

"Is there any new information on how to defeat Jadis?" Aslan asked.

"No, nothing," she said sadly. Aslan sighed in response. He suddenly looked melancholy, as if he were about to make a hard decision that he didn't want to make, but had to.

"We're not giving up," Jules said seeing his look. She hated that look. It wasn't the fact that nothing good ever came from it, though that was true, it was just so painful to see Aslan himself looking that way. "No one is giving up, Aslan. Especially not me."

"My child," Aslan started. "Listen closely." The girl furrowed her eyebrows. What was all this about? "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," she said. The Great Lion looked even sadder and it made Jules' heart ache.

"Follow me," he said. Jules silently followed him through the trees until they appeared in a clearing. "Step into the clearing." She did as she was told and turned back to face the Great Lion.

"Aslan?" Jules asked when he didn't follow her. He merely looked down and let out a breath onto the grass. Suddenly, the plants and grass lifted into the air. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.

"Aslan! Wait!" she cried. "What are you doing?" He merely looked on sadly as the grass and plants began to swirl around Jules. Her mind was racing and Jules looked panicked. Aslan did not blame her. What he was doing was as painful for him to do as it was for her to experience.

"Aslan! Please! What's happening?"

"It's the only way to keep you safe." Aslan hadn't raised his voice at all, but Jules could hear him perfectly.

"Aslan!"

"You will return, my child." Jules relaxed slightly at that, but only slightly. "Goodbye, Julianna." The nature closed in on Jules and consumed her. She dove down and covered her head. A few seconds later, she felt the air around her stop and cautiously looked up. She almost sobbed when she saw where she was. It was an alley in what looked like London. However, it barely looked like London. Jules stood up, finally noticing her clothing. She was still in her Narnian clothing. That was strange. She thought she would've changed back once she returned to her world. Her clothes were covered in dirt and Jules noticed her circlet and weapons were missing. So was her locket. Jules resisted the urge to sob at that and walked out of the alley a little bit. The first thing that she saw was a bunch of Aston Martins, Ford Angelas, and Hillmans. Yeah, this definitely wasn't her time. No wonder she barely recognized London. Jules looked around a little bit and noticed a man reading a newspaper.

"Excuse me, sir?" he turned to see her. He slightly turned his nose up at her upon seeing her state of disarray and quite possibly at the fact that she was wearing trousers, not a dress. "I just want to see the date."

"Of course," he answered, his cockney accent evident. She looked at the corner of the newspaper and her eyes widened when she saw the date. December 20, 1939.

"Thank you," Jules said. With that, she turned and ran in the other direction. Looking around, she noticed that the city was indeed London, just not a London she was familiar with. After running for Aslan knew how long, she stopped. She leaned over, breathing heavily. She was near Big Ben and Parliament. It was 1939. Not 2014. It was 1939.

Jules couldn't help but wonder what in Narnia she was doing in this time. Lord, she didn't even know she could skip time or go back in time. However, she knew Aslan must've put her here for a reason. Perhaps he had put her in a time where she knew no one, so it wouldn't be so hard to leave behind her loved ones again once she returned to Narnia. Jules mentally thanked Aslan for that, but… She fell to her knees. Fatigue and extreme sadness washed over her. She looked around the familiar yet unfamiliar world. She had spent centuries in Narnia only to be thrown back into the world she had left behind. Narnia… it was her home. Her home. Jules put her head in her hands and cried.

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