A/N: A new story! Oh boy. I know I have yet to finish my Harry Potter story. What else is new? But this is just a tester chapter. To see if people like where it's going or want to know where it's going or just hate it. I'd love some feedback. How to make it better et cetera, et cetera. It's a Narnia/Tolkien crossover. I decided not to place it under the crossover category because I knew it wouldn't really be seen there. Besides, I don't consider it as a 'true crossover' because my OC never actually makes it to Narnia. She's just from Charn. So review! And I'll upload another chapter based on those reviews. Happy New Year lovelies!

When I had been awoken in Charn by the Human children, I was horrified to learn that my deceptive aunt, Jadis, was awoken as well. Charn had been a lovely place before our sun began to die. It was truly the Kingdom of all Kingdoms. The great city of Charn had been the capital of an entire empire created out of war. Thousands of years before my time, Charn had been a benevolent nation. But two hundred years before I was born, Charn had become increasingly more aggressive, destroying other nations and taking their lands. Charn was a wealthy and populous nation that stretched far beyond the eye could see, half the world could have been the city. No one really knew. That's how big my home was.

The Hall of Images in the royal palace is evidence of the deterioration of Charnian rule. The first and oldest portraits are of the kind and wise rulers. The rulers I was convinced I was like; pure of heart, generous, and humble. But after a few thousand years the faces worsen and become arrogant, vain cruel, and even desperate. The rulers had embraced the terror within and ruled the population as property, killing when it suited them. Charn had always been ruled by emperors and empresses who could wield magic; Light Magic, Dark Magic, Healing Magic, et cetera. The nobility were also known to be descendants of the Jinn and Giants. My mother was the last real Empress of Charn. I had sisters and brothers too; I was the youngest and yet, more powerful than they were. I was much shorter too, dwarfed at five-foot-four by their six-foot-plus height, and much less cruel. I was gifted with the Magic of Life, something I grew to love and cherish. I was Charn's apprentice Healer. Unfortunately, that was one of the lowest occupations since Charn was a world of war and to die in battle was considered the greatest of honors.

Despite my being under age at the time, I helped against Jadis' attack. She was once the General of Charn's vast armies. But my mother's sister had become obsessed with war and power. She gathered a large army of those loyal only to her and attacked the great city in attempt to take control and become Empress. The war was extremely bloody and lasted many long years. It destroyed the entire population along with all the living things of the world. Eventually, my mother won. She, finally tired of fighting, extended an invitation to Jadis to discuss the terms of surrender. We were all there, the whole royal family and what was left of the court and my mother's army. Instead of admitting defeat, Jadis proclaimed herself the last Empress of Charn. She used the ultimate magical weapon, the Deplorable World, to destroy everything and everyone.

Before she could cast her curse, however, I used a vast amount of my magic to conceal myself in a protective spiral. Jadis did not see me and did not know I had survived the spell. When I was sure it was safe, I stepped out of my protective case. Even in destruction Charn was a beautiful place. The fading red giant that was the sun was accompanied by a small white star, casting a reddish glow upon the city. The war-ruined empire was dyed in a fiery glow. Fitting. Jadis had won after all. I followed my aunt into the Hall of Images. Hiding behind a pillar, I watched as she walked among the portraits of the past rulers. When she came to the end, to the portrait of my mother, she slashed the face wide open. Her last act of treason. Jadis stood in front of my mother's portrait and waved her hands in the air. A bell appeared in front of her and she grinned maliciously. A cold suction of air wrapped around me as we were both frozen, suspended in animation, only to wake at the bell's toll.

When my aunt woke, she twisted the story of how she and her followers attacked Charn. There was no remorse in her voice. She told the two children that it was my mother, not she, whose pride had destroyed our peaceful world. Jadis also told the little ones that she had offered to spare my mother's life. In that moment, I knew I had to protect the little beings from my aunt's evil tongue. Jadis had not been the Empress of Charn, but had convinced the little ones she had been. That was my breaking point. I moved out of the shadows, gaining Jadis' attention. She screeched in horror when she saw me.

"Oh great Empress of Charn," I fell to my knees in front of my aunt. The two children looked shocked and wary of another Charnian. "I am at your service, dear aunt, Last Empress of Charn. I have awoken to serve you in whatever endeavor."

This greatly pleased my aunt, who had always believed I was young and impressionable and favored me above my siblings because of my power. She did not know I was wise beyond my young years. She placed her hand on my shoulder and I looked up into her dark-as-night eyes. She gave me a small, cruel smirk, "My dear, Eruanna. My sister-daughter. I accept you're service. You shall be my apprentice in the new world, Little Princess."

The boy stammered which caused Jadis to turn to him in what I noticed was almost rage. She calmed herself before the boy managed to say he wasn't expecting her to want to go to his world. He described it as a dull world that was not worth seeing. This mattered not to Jadis. If she could leave Charn she would do it. Before long, the two children plunged their hands into their funny looking trousers. Jadis grabbed the young girl's hair and I took the boy's elbow before the whole world vanished in a flash of green.

We emerged from a pool of some kind. I released the boy's arm and looked around. It was sunny and quiet, the air was warm and rich compared to the stale stiffness of Charn. Something awakened within me; I felt stronger and warmer. The crackle of magic heated my body and begged to be released. With a flick of my fingertips, a small white flower popped up from the ground. Along with healing and protecting, I could grow things with a flick of my fingers. I didn't need a staff to hold my magic for mine came from within me. I went to pick the delicate flower when a white slipper crushed it. The little girl screamed in agony as Jadis skirted around the now dried up pool, stamping on my flower and still clutching the girl's hair. She looked different in this place. Her skin became pallid, the beauty she once possessed left her. The children stared at her, quite unafraid now. The girl began talking about a ring of some sort and, before I could blink, the children and Jadis disappeared.

There was hardly any moment to think before they reappeared again. It was as if the three had never left. The girl and the boy (who was bleeding from his mouth) and Jadis (wielding some sort of metal pole weapon) were joined by a lanky man, a horse, and a larger man. Jadis looked quite sick. I made my way over to the boy. He and the girl protested when I grabbed his chin softly, assessing the damage to his mouth. I ran the tips of my fingers over his lips and the boy gasped as the blood stopped flowing and he rotated his jaw like he had never been hurt.

"How did you do that," the girl asked me incredulously. I just smiled. The girl looked to the boy and whispered, "Quick! Greens!" The larger man had his hand on the horse's mane, the boy grabbed Jadis by the ankle and the girl's hand grasped the large man, and the older man took the larger man's hand. I went to grasp the boy but Jadis pushed me from the new pool they were all standing in. As this happened, Jadis' foot kicked back into the boy and something green rolled out of his pocket.

"No," he cried out. The horse, who had been drinking from the pool, neighed. With a green flash, the six fell into the pool.

It was quiet. Too quiet as I frantically stood up, trying to make sense of what had happened. Magic. It was strong enough to pull us into this wood and strong enough to drag the others into the pool. I had expected them all to appear again like the last time. But something was different. Something felt – right. I couldn't place the feeling, I had this overwhelming sense like they were meant to fall into that pool and I was not.

I walked over to the green ring that the boy had lost and observed it. It was poorly crafted for jewelry. Not that I supposed it was meant to be worn as jewelry. The children had only just touched the ring and the magic worked. That was my guess. Against my better judgment, I picked up the ring with delicate fingers. Nothing happened. I looked to the dried up pool that I was pulled out of. That had to mean that Charn was no more. I didn't feel sad. Charn never felt like home to me, I never belonged. If I were to step into a pool – I would be transported to another world? In Charn, we had knowledge of other worlds besides our own. There was, unfortunately, no way of knowing how many were out there. I just hoped the children and their new companions didn't end up in a world like Charn.

Stepping away from the pool they had disappeared into, I searched the wood beyond. I felt more alive here than I had ever been on Charn. But I could not stay. This place – this Wood between the Worlds – was uninhabitable. I had a magic ring that could take me anywhere I desired. Yet, all the pools looked the same. I knew the pool in front of me was the one the children went through. There was a part of me that felt like I had to go through it too. I had to save them from Jadis. But then again, she was no longer my problem, no longer in my life. I was free of a world of war and of death. I could choose my own path. And that made me a coward. I could not condemn those people to face Jadis without knowledge of who she really was.

As I began to inch closer to the pool the others fell in, I heard a faint whisper. And the whisper became clearer as I stood, toes at the edge of the pool. It was my name. Eruanna. I rolled the green ring in my hand, feeling the crackle of magic. It wanted me to step into the pool. Eruanna. When I turned around I saw a brighter pool. One that I had not noticed before. The water was rippling as if the wind was rolling across the surface. But there was no wind. There was nothing but me. Eruanna. I turned away from my spot and, as if in a trance, I walked across the lush grass to the rippling pool. Eruanna. Eruanna. The green ring began to burn as if it had just been forged. I didn't feel any pain. My reflection stared back at me as I stood at the edge of this mesmerizing pool. One step, that's all it took…

Eruanna.

One step.

Eruanna.

I looked back in fear at the other pool. It was still…glimmering…promising…

ERUANNA!

One step…

A flash of green and a roar of a lion and I was pulled down, down into the deep unknown.