Hey! Well, this would be my third story on here that isn't a oneshot (and there's only one of those anyway) that I've submitted in the past... has it been two or three months... I don't know. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I'd appreciate constructive critism on this as well if you don't mind. I wish to improve. And... that's it! Please read on! =)

You know, of all the places to suck you into a different universe, you'd think the bathroom sink would be one of the least likely. Or at least I thought so. I mean really now! I'd probably look in the toilet first! What kind of nut job thought of the sink?! Then again, what do I know about cosmic transportation?

I guess by now you'd probably like to know who I am. My name is Reannon Pierce. Weird I know. However, my parents are history freaks, so they love finding old and weird names from mythology. Heck, my little brother's name is Loki, the Norse trickster god, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining. Mine at least means 'great queen' instead of a mythological deity.

Anyway, this story would probably be considered an acid trip, but I swear that I am not on any drugs! Now that that's cleared up, let's start off with the very morning of the day that this event occurred shall we?

I believe it was January 13 of 2010. That morning was a Wednesday and for the most part, it was a pretty normal day. Loki woke up late and somehow managed to slow time down enough to somehow get ready before I left without him. However I myself woke up early (because my alarm clock is a moron) and was watching TV by the time Loki ran down the stairs. We left on our normal schedule (which was still late) and made it to school about a minute before the bell rang for homeroom. Of course, I ended up driving Loki, who hadn't earned his permit yet (and to be honest I'm glad he hasn't), leaving me to listen to his insufferable snoring while he slept in the car.

After we made it to school, we carried on through our boring day without incident. No, the sink situation I mentioned earlier did not take place until that afternoon, at my grandparents' house. You see, it was my parents' 20th anniversary and of course we had to celebrate it. We were going to have a bigger party that weekend (you know with the whole china thing), but both sides of the family wanted to have a special dinner or something. (Which I predicted would consist of Wood Ranch that would be picked up by my own father as well as his dad.) So it was mostly just a regular family dinner. We sat around for a while waiting for my dad and grandpa to return with the food (of course I was right) talking and basically doing nothing. After the food got here and we were finished eating, Loki and I went to wash our hands in the bathroom.

We were at my mom's parents' place, and they happened to be the wealthier of the two families. I mean, their house was really nice. It wasn't big or anything, in fact it was only one story, but with my grandma being an interior designer at one point, she made the place look probably more expensive than it truly was. Anyway, their bathroom had two sinks and of course everything went wrong.

The first weird sign we got was that as soon as we stepped into the room, we smelled salt water. Normally the place smelled like either lavender or vanilla but never the ocean. We only looked at each other to make sure we both smelled it. Ignoring the smell, we did what we were supposed to. Loki, however, was the first to make a comment on the draft he and I both felt. I, becoming very confused, soaked my finger under the faucet and held it up, trying to detect if a window was open. Then the weirdest thing happened. I felt the wind coming from the bathroom mirror!

"What the-" I blurted, disconcerted beyond all reason.

"What?" my brother asked, scrubbing soap across his hands.

"The wind's coming from the mirror!" I exclaimed. Loki just sort of looked at me with a weird expression. "What?" I asked annoyed, "You've got a better explanation?" He only cocked an eyebrow and continued scrubbing.

I rolled my grey eyes and picked up my own bar. Looking down at it, I watched as the third phenomenon occurred. It started changing colors. With a sharp intake of breath I stared at it. First, it was just plain white with no imprint or anything, but it slowly faded into pink, and finally into a royal crimson. An imprint formed in the fresh bar as well. It was a lion.

"Uh… Loki," I mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Look at your soap," I answered turning to him. He cocked his head at me and raised an eyebrow. Once he realized that I was serious, he took his up again and examined it.

"Holy-!" he shouted in surprise and dropped the soap, backing a step away from it.

"What is it?" I asked anxiously.

"Uh… it's black," he stuttered. My grandma hated the color black, and even if black soap existed (which I haven't seen yet so I don't know) she would never buy it. Ever.

"And is there an imprint or anything on it?" I inquired, still anxious.

"Yeah," he told me, staring at the soap that lay in the sink. "It's a… a lamp post?"

That would be the exact moment everything went wrong. While I moved to grab my brother's bar of cleansing material to see for myself, my right hand slipped into the sink. What was odd was that I couldn't take it out. Taking a step to Loki, I grunted at the yanking sensation in my arm and my legs gave out. Loki laughed at me as I half sat with a third of my arm in the basin and I glared at him.

"Put your hand into your sink then," I dared him. He shrugged and did as I told. My lips morphed into a smirk as I saw his eyes widen in surprise. It only grew as I observed him try to yank his arm from the sink and retain no success.

"Oh God," he muttered desperately.

"That's for laughing at me," I told him with a triumphant cackle.

"Does that really matter to you that much right now?!" Loki asked stubbornly. After that I stayed silent.

Loki stubbornly continued pulling, but over time, I noticed that his arm was sinking even further. Too worried for my own skin, I looked up at my arm and realized that there was much less of it left that was not concealed within the drain than before.

I cursed and stood, trying for all I was worth to pull my arm free. Yet the more I pulled, the more I sank. Soon, I had to press against the counter with my left arm because only my shoulder was still free of my right. And by the way yes, it was very uncomfortable.

"Ack, this isn't helping!" Loki yelled. Yeah no shit Sherlock, I thought and looked over at him. His head looked like it was about to go in.

"Start screaming?" I suggested. We did just that, but no one came. As I said before, it wasn't a big house. So our family had no excuse to not have heard us, and yet no one showed.

Before I knew it I couldn't hear Loki's voice anymore. Glancing at him as best as I could (since half of my face was about to go under), I only saw the last of his skater shoes before he was completely gone. I gasped in what I assumed to be that last of my breath before going completely under.

But to my fortune, I did not die from being compressed into the sink's drain. To my misfortune, my body was flipped, turned, curled, and rolled about in what I assumed to be water. I felt like a rag doll being tossed around by a couple of two year olds. In desperation, I fought to keep my mouth closed, so as to not waste what little air I had.

When the sensation died, I attempted to open my misty grey eyes. At first they were blurred, because as my assumption was correct, I was under water. After blinking a couple of times, my orbs adjusted to the distorted scenery a bit. Suddenly, I felt my back-side gently land on something. Looking down, I saw that it was sand. Hope filled me as I turned my gaze upward. There! Sunlight glinted off of the apparently shallow water, not four meters above.

I quickly pushed off the sand with my legs and began kicking to the surface. Only a scarce few feet I swam and I was choking out salt water into fresh air. Greedily, I sucked in the precious oxygen as I kicked to keep myself up. You have no idea how thankful I was to have my grandparents own a pool; otherwise I might not have learned to swim.

After getting a good supply of air in my lungs, I looked around to find the shore. The water wasn't very deep and I could feel waves rising up around me, so it had to be close. Sure enough, I could see a sandy beach about twenty feet away. Knowing that I should kick off my convers while swimming, I didn't really want to lose my only pair of shoes that I had with me, so I just began swimming towards shore. Eventually I just let the current take over and I soon felt sand beneath my sodden feet.

I stood in the surf for a moment, breathing deeply. When I looked up I noticed a little to my left, Loki was wading through the water and onto the sand. He completely collapsed onto the dirt when he made it clear away from the waves. Sighing in exhaustion I followed him and sat about a foot away from his close-to-dead form.

We sat in peace for a minute before I started to complain.

"What the friggin hell just happened?!" I screamed to the heavens, standing up.

"We were sucked through the bathroom sinks at our grandma's house, and somehow managed to end up being transported through what I assume to be the sewage line, and ended up in the ocean," Loki answered, still lazing in the warm sand.

"Then where's the pipe that shot us out here genius?" I demanded my brother. He didn't answer. I roared in frustration and crashed back into the sand, ignoring my spine's protests. Loki finally opened his eyes to look behind us at the rocks.

Standing up, he observed the beach we ended up in. "Huh," he muttered. "This place doesn't look that bad."

I lifted my head and looked around myself. The ocean that had originally acted as a death trap now appeared peaceful and gorgeous. I'm talking, perfectly clear turquoise water. To my right was a cave carved out of rock and to my left was endless beach. For some reason the sun was right in the middle of the sky instead of already dark like when we left. Loki was right. This place looked amazing. But… my dripping t-shirt and jeans still had a say in my opinion.

Loki turned to look at the rocky wall that grew up from behind us and his frosty blue eyes went wide. "Well, would you look at that," he muttered. I sat up and turned. A quick intake of my breath sufficed my reaction in a gasp.

"Now who left the huge castle on the cliff?" I asked dumbly.

"We did."

I jerked my head to the right, and my jaw dropped. Standing right to the side of us, not six yards away, was a boy about my age, in the weirdest outfit I had ever seen outside of an anime convention. He was dressed in a green tunic that was belted at the waist. A grey cloak fell behind his shoulders and he had these brown pirate looking boots reaching up to his knees. His legs were clad in black breeches and hooked to the leather belt that I mentioned was a sword.

"Who are you?" the stranger asked, suspiciously.

"Um…" I stuttered, thinking of an answer. This guy didn't exactly seem very trustworthy. Not with the glare he gave us and the sword. Loki stayed silent and stared at the newcomer.

"If all you're willing to give me is your names, then so be it," the guy said again.

I rolled the suggestion over in my head. Giving him only my first name shouldn't be a problem. "My name's Reannon," I said finally.

"And I'm Loki," my brother told the boy.

"My name is Edmund," 'Edmund' answered, "and I think you better come with me."

"Uh… well that all kind of depends," I said, thinking it might be safer to learn a bit more about this guy first. Sure Loki and I were together, but if Edmund was dangerous and he had some buddies close by I didn't want to take the chance. "Are you going to help us?"

"I can't very well help you until I know what's going on," Edmund answered. Damn him for being smart, I thought.

"Are you coming or not?" weird Middle Ages dude asked, walking in the opposite direction. Loki gave me a questionable look.

"We don't really have a choice," I muttered and stood, wiping the sand off my still soaking clothes. My brother sighed and followed Edmund.

Nothing really happened for the next few minutes save for the three of us just walking along the beach. Loki was surprisingly the one to start up a conversation with the guy.

"So… what is this place called?" he asked.

"Narnia," Edmund answered simply and continued walking. I was too busy trying to keep my thick, copper hair from frizzing to help Loki out. (Hey! I don't like my hair when it's in a mess, and I didn't exactly bring a brush with me!)

"I've never heard of it…" Loki muttered. Apparently this Edmund guy had sharp ears, because he replied:

"I'm not surprised."

That was when I noticed the accent. "Hey, what's your accent?" I asked.

Edmund looked back at us and smirked. "English," he answered. Loki and I stopped.

"You're from the UK?" I questioned.

"Yes. Where are you two from?"

"Uh…" Loki looked at me to make sure I deemed it safe, and I nodded. "We're Americans," he told the Brit.

"Oh really?" Edmund actually sounded exited when Loki told him that. "Interesting."

"Um…" I began to make an effort this time, "how'd you get here?"

"We'll talk about it later," he answered. "First we need to get you some dry clothes." No one complained there. I could literally feel the water seeping out of my shoes when I stepped.

Edmund suddenly took a sharp turn to the Cliffside where I could now see a set of stone stairs carved into the rock. Glancing to the top of the mountain, I saw that they led right up to the castle. While we climbed the stairs (which were convenient but still really steep) I tried to get a better look at Edmund. By now, I was fairly sure that he wasn't going to hurt us, but he wasn't giving many answers. And the ones he did give only made us more confused.

Anyway, his hair was pretty much in the mess that Loki's was only it actually looked like he combed it that morning at least. It was a dark, chocolaty brown that almost looked black. He was about as tall as my brother only rising maybe about half an inch below his five foot nine inches. A medium build with broad shoulders pretty much described the rest I could see. His eyes were turned the other direction at the moment, but I recalled that they were a really dark brown and, like his hair, almost black. All in all, not that bad.

It took about five minutes to reach the top of the cliff with the stairs. When we did, I was stunned. I thought that the castle looked amazing beyond all words from about eighty feet below, now I could see that I was completely wrong. No, the place looked … how should I say it? Epically gorgeous? Yeah, I think that about sums it up.

We walked up into an orchard. Apple trees covered the grounds in what I assumed to be a garden, and for some strange reason, they were all in bloom. I looked around at some of the other plants. Cherry blossom trees sprouted along the fringes of a path that led to the right, and of course, they were blooming too. Flowers of every kind were growing in bushes and miniature fields were covered in them. Yet another path leading to my left had marble pillars with violet wisteria snaking around them. And every blade of grass that I could see was a perfect shade of emerald cleanly cut.

"Wow," I muttered, "who's your gardener?"

"I have no idea," Edmund answered with a shrug as he continued to walk, "Ask my sister when you meet her, she'd know."

"You have a sister?" Loki asked.

Edmund nodded, "Two actually, as well as an older brother. We all rule this place together."

"Huh," was the only reply. My few lessons on Medieval Times rung in my head in opposition to what the apparent royal just told us. However, I figured I'd ask about it later.

The strange boy led us through the garden at a swift pace. I could see that the marble walls were slowly growing larger as we neared them. Finally, with a swift turn to the right, we reached a door. The thing was not very large or grand. In fact it was pretty ordinary even by our twenty first century standards. Completely made out of wood and devoid of any embellishment save for the plain iron handle, the thing seemed sort of welcoming in its humbleness. (Believe it or not humbleness is a word.)

"Where does it go?" I asked, naturally curious.

Edmund, who was about to open the wooden slab, looked back at me and smiled, "Just to a hallway in the servants' quarters," he said, "I think I'll introduce you to the court when you're not soaking wet… Unless of course… you want to be introduced to royalty in wet clothes."

My eyes widened in fear. "No-no!" I said quickly, "Let's go with your plan." Edmund laughed. Loki smirked at me and I glared at him.

When we stepped through the door, I almost fainted. I'm not normally one for architecture, but I'm fairly sure that this place earned the title of one of the architectural wonders of the world. Somewhere in between the first lighthouse and the Great Wall of China. Once again, the floors were made of pure white marble. The walls were of stone and tapestries hung all along the length of the hallway. Torches gave light to the room, as it was rather dark, given that it had no windows, but all the same, the place was very beautiful looking.

"This is the servants' quarters?" I asked in disbelief, wondering what the keep or whatever it's called looked like.

Edmund looked back at Loki, who was also staring, and I and asked, "Too much?" We both nodded, unable to find our voices. He shrugged. "The actual keep isn't much different, but we have windows and more light, as well as higher roofs," he told us, continuing walking.

As we wandered through passage after passage, the place never ceased to interest me. What was really surprising though was that there were no servants in their hallway. I didn't see a single soul walking around, and I was beginning to question Edmund's trustworthiness. He could be some sort of ghost of a long dead prince that thought he was still alive, or worse: was pretending to be alive so he could lead my brother and I into a horrible fate so we would spend eternity trapped on earth with him!

"Oh Sadie!" Edmund suddenly called. Never mind. Disregard everything I just said.

You see, apparently there were real servants. They all were probably busy about the actual castle doing something or other. However, after seeing this weird chick, I pretty much preferred the ghost story.

"Oh majesty!" 'Sadie', who was turned in the opposite direction with what looked to be a pitcher clutched in her hands, spun in surprise and addressed Edmund. She made her best attempt at a curtsy but with a heavy jug sitting in her arms, was having a rather difficult time with it. Edmund held up his hand though, signaling that she didn't need to use formalities. Sadie's shoulders relaxed and she asked, "What is it Edmund?"

"I need you to escort these two," he waved a hand in mine and Loki's direction, "to separate rooms please, and get them something clean to wear."

Sadie, who hadn't seen us before widened her eyes and stared at us. "How-?" she asked, but was cut off.

"We don't know yet," the young aristocrat answered, "but I intend to find out as soon as they're not in drenched clothes." Sadie then noticed that we were soaking wet and dripping puddles onto the floor. She looked back at her employer and nodded. "Oh, and Sadie," he continued, "if you wouldn't mind, keep this as secret as you can. Only inform people you'll need for help. I'll go and tell Peter first, then Lucy and Susan. After they've met them, we'll tell everyone else. Understand?" The girl nodded again in understanding.

Edmund then turned to us again, and said his goodbyes. After, he left in the opposite direction we were originally going. I didn't really take into account what he was doing, however, because I was busy examining Sadie's legs. They were furry, and they had cloven hooves as the feet. She was half goat.

Sadie sighed once Edmund was out of hearing range and set her pitcher on top of a table that sat against the wall. Turning back to us she smiled. I'll admit, judging from her face, she was quite pretty looking. She had deep brown, short, curly hair and a spray of freckles danced across her petite nose. Her eyes were large and round with a chocolate color. Her smile seemed warm as well, and it almost distracted me from her goat legs.

Almost.

"Well since King Edmund has put you in my charge, I guess I'd better do what he says," she elaborated to us. "However, first, I'd like to know your names."

"Um…" I muttered, "my name's Reannon."

"And I'm Loki," my brother finally spoke. I looked up at his face and found him looking bewildered as well.

"Nice names," Sadie complimented. "Edmund is a good king, but he is rather forgetful of common courtesies sometimes."

"Such as mentioning that satyrs live here?" Loki blurted.

Sadie stared at him with wide eyes, but started laughing nearly a moment later. "Oh you're funny," she said through the laughs, "I'm no satyr. I'm a faun!"

"Is there a difference?" Loki asked again.

"Yes," the faun said, calming herself down. "However I can see how you'd make a mistake like that, given that you must be from another world, just as our kings and queens are."

"Wait a minute," I finally spoke, "another world?"

"Goodness, Edmund didn't tell you anything did he?" Sadie observed.

"Apparently," I muttered, legitimately ticked off.

Sadie sighed, but her smile returned quickly. "Well, when you meet the other three, they'll explain," she told us. "But for now, let's find you some rooms and a pair of clothes." Without wasting another second, she snatched our wrists and pulled us through the rest of the hallway.