A/N. This is my first fanfic, so I would appreciate input. I know it is really, really rough, but it should get better as it goes along. enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, of course. Everyone except Karla goes to C.S. Lewis.

The day was bitter cold, like all the others in England, and Karla's one and only goal was to get through another of her mother's stories.

"I am telling you Karla, you cannot understand love like that until you have met him!" Her mother, Lucy, droned on and on, as if she didn't know that Karla thought it was all a ridiculous hallucination. "I hope you can meet him someday."

"Yes mother, and someday I hope you can meet Puff the Magic Dragon." she retorted as she got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Lucy questioned.

"Narnia, mother," she snipped. "and I am bringing that old fur coat of yours too!"

Karla's POV. Ahh...that coat. It was one of my mothers few prized possessions, and i knew that taking it would achieve ultimate payback for the stories. "Narnia" had become my new word for where I really went, and although mother thought I was just being a prude, she could never understand that sometimes I really DID see her imaginary characters. Not that I would ever admit to it-or to my activities...but this was England-what else was there to do? Be a good girl? Sorry, there just wasn't time on my agenda for that.

I didn't get it-Even Uncle Edmund and Aunt Susan believed in Narnia-maybe even more so than the others. And I always thought they were the more sane and skeptical out of the group. Yet, they would defend that place to the death. Really, what DID they do when they were my age?
As I heard my mother's demanding grow in intensity as she tried without success to get me to return the coat to her closet, I smiled with satisfaction. The thing was hideous-and if she could just realize that, she would know that I would be dead before I EVER wore it out, like, anywhere. But as I heard her running I couldn't resist myself. I minus well at least make it more believable for her sake. Just as my mother came around the bend I slid my arms into the coat. As soon as I did, though, the smell of cotton balls made me want to pass out, and as I lowered myself to the floor I felt such a strange pull. The last thing I remembered before I gave in to the swirling pull of the room was my mother's sad voice whispering...

Lucy's POV. "Aslan, please, take care of Karla." I whispered as I saw my daughter being pulled away. I could feel it-the magic-thick in the air, pulling at every pore of my body. I longed to give into its embrace, and maybe, just maybe, go back. But I knew I couldn't. He told me I could never return. And I would obey him no matter what it told me to do. "Oh Aslan," I sighed again after she had disappeared, "How I wish I could see you again. But this is her journey, isn't it? Something she has to do on her own."

I had always suspected that Karla would someday be taken to Narnia. I didn't know why, or how, but I suspected. And I guess now I knew how. The coat, of all things. Although I suppose it made sense...it being one of the only things I kept from my childhood. I can still remember the look on the Professor's face when I asked for it out of the wardrobe. I told him it was sentimental-as it was the first thing I ever wore in Narnia. But in truth, it called to me, in a way I just could not explain, but, I suppose, it was the magic of Narnia-always knowing what was to take place-setting up the passageway for my unwilling daughter.

I smiled as I picked up the phone to call the others. I could do nothing now but wait for her to come back, and I minus well wait with my three closest friends. They had all been hoping with me that someday Karla would be taken to Narnia. We all hoped that maybe it would stop her all-godly attitude. And I think that Edmund always secretly hoped she would find his torch. I am sure he would find out soon, however, because the way Narnia time works she could be there for years there, yet show up at any minute in my parlor again.

Karla's POV. "It will stop soon..." I kept telling myself over and over again. But something didn't seem right. Maybe even nothing. I couldn't hear my mother anymore, and the spinning of the room seemed to change into swirling sky, and then buildings, beautiful islands and ruins. Almost like i was falling through a different world. "Oh my..." this could NOT be happening. It goes against everything I hold sacred. My mother could not be right. That is just ridiculous-insane. I didn't know what was going on, but I did know, as I sat on air with images whipping around me, that nothing was going to be the same again.

Any way you look at it, ground isn't comfortable to land on, but something about this ground was different. I heard the thud of my weight hitting the ground, but I didn't feel it. As I lay there looking at the sky i felt the warmth of the grass under me, and had the strangest sensation to fall asleep. As I gave in to the sweet aroma around me I tried to block out the chipper voices i keep hearing. It was all in my head. I had to keep telling myself that.

"She looks like a daughter or Eve. Aslan must have sent her...we must tell the his highness immediately!"

Okay, now this was getting ridiculous. I didn't care what had happened to me, but I absolutely refused to have to hear about Aslan wherever I was. What was it? A curse following me around?! As I shook the drowsiness from my body I looked around for the owner of the voices. But I couldn't find them, until all of a sudden, I felt myself being pulled from my ankles back to the ground. As I finally saw what it was, a terror so deep that it made my head start to spin again filled my chesst. I heard a deep scream, and while I passed out before I could realize it came from me, it still wasn't before I stared a giant field mouse right in the face.

A/N. I told you it was rough, but with your input it will get better. Also longer chapters should be coming, as long as I get reviews. So keep them coming: A.