No one knew for sure what happened to the little girl of southern London.

Some say she was kidnapped, and killed for her organs, others say she ran away because of being neglected by her parents for so long.

But some knew better, saying she went to a far off place, where no one could ever find her again. Perhaps they were part way right, indeed this child, Ashton, her name was, since being born under an old ash tree, was in a magical place.

Though of course they wouldn't know that now would they.

The place this child arrived in was a world called Narnia, a place full of magical creatures, mermaids, nympths, dragons, elves, you name it.

She was found by Caspian the ninth in the forest, being protected by the forest creatures, wrapped in cloth of leaves.

So she was taken in, raised as a Princess. The King and Queen at the time told the world that this was their biological daughter, and they believed it since she looked amazingly like the queen. With brown hair, and chocolate eyes.

She could be a look alike.

Now when Miraz killed her father, she witnessed the event, but wasn't caught. She made sure to keep it a secret from Caspian until it was the time to say. When it felt right to fall from her lips

Her uncle doesn't allow her outside of the castle that much, so she has to sneak out whenever she can, to visit the village, to see the animals that took care of her whenever she left the castle.

Caspian and the Professor were the only ones she talked to, unless if uncle of course demanded her into a conversation, she mostly ignored others.

But all that will soon change, after all her father had told her the stories of the Kings and Queens of old.

She knew that someday, they would return to Narnia. That they would be saved from this tyranny that the king has caused.

Then they would rule over this land once again, in greatness.

Her favorite was High King Peter. For the many battles that he had led, the many that he had won.

But most of all, his kindness.

The way the stories were told, it spoke of how King Peter was a strong, fair man. That he was brave, and most noble man you could ever find.

Lucy, the Valiant though, came in a close second.

The king had forbidden anyone to speak of such tales as these to anyone, even the simple fairytailes, about mermaids, or dragons. So many believed for them to be just as that, myths.

But no, deep within her heart she still believed them to be true. For her dear father told her so. And so she shall.

Caspian didn't believe her though, when she spoke of it. Said it was just silly child talk, that Uncle was correct in saying that it was.

Though Professor told her of his secret, that he wasn't fully human. But half elf also.

That's how he was so wise to begin with. For elves in the tails were to hold a lot of wisdom.

Or so they liked to brag about.

So she prayed to the forbidden, Aslan. She would sometimes catch Professor praying to him also, so they would pray together.

But then Uncle locked her away in the tower. Hating how she forbade him.

She was given a new dress every year. Not aloud out and only aloud once a week to cleanse herself, causing her to get sick quite a bit.

Only the professor was aloud to see her. But Caspian would sneek into the tower with a little bribing with the guards, who were by the way secretly friends with Ashton. Though of course they would never admit it to anyone.

Years have passed, and then…one day, her head shot up to the sky out of the tower.

She could sense the time was here for her Uncles betrayal to her and Caspian.

The Professor stormed into the room with a change of clothes, but she noticed that they weren't the normal cotton dresses that she usually got. Instead they were leather pants with an on off shoulders shirt, that had a corset to it.

He threw the clothes at her and said, "Hurry Princess, you must quickly change before they notice my absence." He snuck a look the are behind him and kept watch. "Your brother has already escaped a while ago. The guards should be marching up to his room right about now."

She quickly changed out of her already out grown dress, and pulled on the clothes, tightening the corset.

"Alright, I'm done, what are we going to do Professor?"

He grabbed her arm in a vice like grip, and pulled her down the stairs, past the guards who acted like they hadn't seen a thing, and into a secret passage where they ran down stairs after stairs, and finally out of the castle grounds.