Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA! EVERYTHING BELONGS TO C.S. LEWIS EXCEPT FOR MY BRILLIANT O.C!

"Maria!" Mrs. Macready called for me as I sat in the library, reading about Joan of Arc since I was always interested in her adventures, "The professor wishes to have a word with you!"

"Coming!" I called back as I put the book back in its place on the shelf.

I exited the library and started walking towards my uncle's office. I lightly tapped on the door 3 times and the door opened, revealing my Uncle Digory.

"Come in, Maria! There is something that I must discuss with you." My uncle motioned for me to come inside.

I walked in and sat on the chair in front of his desk. My uncle stuffed his pipe with tobacco and lit it up before putting into his mouth. His bushy, curly white hair and beard were brushed back and his blue eyes stared at me. Uncle Digory took a couple of puffs for his pipe before addressing me.

"Now, you must know that we are going to have some visitors with us for a few months."

"Visitors?"

"Yes. Children like yourself. Two boys and two girls."

"Really?"

"Yes! They will be here next week. I'll have the girls stay in the room next to yours but don't worry, the boys will be down the hall."

"How old are they?"

"Well, they have a boy that is a year older than you, a girl who is the same age as you, the other boy is 13 and the youngest girl is 9."

"Is that all?"

"Maria, I thought that you would be happier about this."

"Oh, I am… It's just-"

"Just what, my dear?"

"What if they don't like me?"

"Maria, they will love you." My uncle brushed a black curl from my face, "Now, go on. I'm sure that you would want to prepare for these visitors."

"Thank you, Uncle Digory." I gave my uncle a hug and I felt him hug me back before I let go.

I left his office and hurried to my room. I locked the door behind me and went quickly to my closet. Bent down to the floor and pulled out a box and opened it. Inside, there was a pair of brown tights, a white, long-sleeved button down shirt, a golden brown riding vest and a pair of golden brown riding boots that came up to the middle of my calves. I quickly changed into the outfit and grabbed a snow white cloak that I kept hidden between my clothes. I was just about to leave when I stopped at the mirror and looked at my reflection. My thick, raven black, curly hair was pulled into a ponytail with a couple of curls on the side of my face, my forest green eyes, and my light tan skin with a beautiful golden undertone. Looking at myself, I thought about my mother and father. I was half-Spanish from my mother's side. My father used to tell me how I looked like my mother. My father was an Englishman and he met my mother away on business. My father died of an illness when I was 7. Sadly, my mother died of heart failure 3 months after, but I knew she died of a broken heart because of my father's dearth. I was sent to live with my Uncle Digory, my father's older brother after my mother's death.

I tore myself away from the mirror and walked out of my room. I headed down the hall, up the stairs and went to the second door on my left. It was just a massive and empty room. There was nothing but a large wardrobe covered by a big, white sheet. I pulled off the cover and opened the door. Inside, there was a bunch of fur coats but at the very back, was a bunch of pine needles. I smiled to myself as I stepped into the wardrobe and picked up a bow and arrows that I left hidden in here. I looked back out the wardrobe into the empty room. I knew that no one would be looking for me since my uncle was a busy man and his housekeeper, Mrs. Macready, won't care where I was just as long as I didn't get into trouble. I closed the door softly and stepped through the pine needles, into the white snow.

I discovered the magical world of Narnia 7 years ago when I was 8. I walked more into the white wonderland saddened now that Narnia was in this cold weather for a really long time, all thanks to the White Witch, she even banned Christmas! One of my favorite holidays. Just as I was walking more into the woods, I heard large footsteps crushing the snow behind me. I felt a puff of warm breath on my back. I turned slowly to face a large, golden brown lion. I smiled at the lion.

"Hello father" I smiled at the massive lion.

The lion chuckled, "Hello daughter."

I hugged the lion and he put his massive paw on my back, returning the hug.

"Climb on my back, so we could go somewhere in private to talk."

My father looked up at the trees and I knew he didn't want the trees to know that I was here. I climbed onto my father's back, pulling my hood over my face, shrouding it in darkness. I held onto my father's mane as he bolted into the forest. It didn't take long for us to end up in a nearby cave. I collected some firewood that was in the surrounding area. I picked up two smooth rocks and scratched them together, making a spark and igniting the wood.

"Thank you, Maria. I was getting a little chilly." My father said.

"The Great Aslan can't take a little snow." I giggled.

"Sadly, I cannot, normally I would be hibernating." My father chuckled.

"Father..."

"Yes, my child?"

"I think that the prophecy might be fulfilled soon."

"What do you mean?"

"Back where I am, my uncle told me there were will be two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve coming to stay with us until the war is over in London."

"Do you think that they are from the prophecy?"

"They have to be! It's probably a sign! Not everyday, do you find 4 humans that happen to be two of each gender just like the prophecy said!"

"I believe you."

"Tell me what I should do."

"When will they be arriving?"

"Next week in my world."

"Help them find Narnia but don't let them know that you know about it. I'll see you soon, be sure that you are ready for war, my daughter."

"I will be, father."

"It is about time that you get back to your world."

"Not yet, I want to see the beavers first."

"Very well but go straight home afterwards. I don't want the witch to know that you are here."

"Face it, father. I think that the witch already knows but she hasn't made her move yet because she knows that I'm not a threat to her. Well, not yet anyways."

"Very well. I shall see you soon, my daughter." My father said, walking closer to me, "I have a gift for you."

"What is it?"

"Close you eyes." My father ordered.

I did as he said, then I felt a warm breath on my eye lids. A second lather, I started to see a blurry image.

"Tell me what you see." My father told me.

The image I saw was coming clearer. I saw my father and me in the cave but I wasn't looking through my eyes but in a 3rd person perspective. I told my father what I saw then in the vision I saw my father smiling.

"Open your eyes." My father said

I opened my eye, blinking a bit so I could get used to the sight in front of me.

"Every time you close your eyes and concentrate hard enough, you will see where I am and how I'm doing, but it only works when you're in Narnia." My father said, "But sometimes when you're asleep, you might experiences these visions."

"Thank you, father." I gave my father a big tight hug.

He chuckled lightly, "I'll see you soon, my child."

My father sprinted out of the cave and into the white woods, vanishing from my sight. I put out the fire the grabbed my bow and arrows, strapping the quiver behind my back. I kept a tight grip on my bow with my left hand as I exited the cave. I pulled my hood over my face once more and walking into the woods.

(A/N: And CUT! Well I just wanted to give you all a little prologue so you could kind of understand my character and her connection with Narnia. Anyway this is my first Chronicles of Narnia fanfic so I hope that you guys like it and I'll have the next chapter posted soon but only if I get a good amount of reviews or favorites/follows. Thanks again for reading my story!)