Less than a year after the Kings and Queens of Old left Narnia for a third time they were called back. But this time a new threat put the land of Narnia in danger. A threat that emanated from within but was so well hidden it couldn't be seen.
It fell to one person, the last of a race of people who lived deep in the Western Woods, the first place Queen Lucy entered Narnia. This is the story of one who saved the land of many without knowing it. Will they find they are worthy of being called Royalty of Narnia or will they fall back into the ways of their people, forever lost and alone?
"Come on Annie, there's something I want to show you." A boy of nearly nineteen years called down the hall to a girl with red hair.
"Peter, be quiet. You've been here before you know the rules!" Annie whispered sneaking around passing a door that hadn't been opened in years.
"Yes but I also know something the Professor knows, and he would want you to see it too." Peter told her with a bright smile.
"Peter, the Professor said that you couldn't get back that way." A young girl followed Annie to Peter's side sounding sad.
"We've got to try Lu. I know Aslan said Susan and I couldn't go back but, I have to try."
'There's that name again.' Annie smiled weakly. The name that whenever Peter, or one of his siblings, spoke it she got calming chills up her spine. She thought the feeling would disappear over time but it only seemed to get more promenade.
And with that, Peter grabbed her hand, led Annie up small flights of stairs and opened a door. Inside the room there were two things, a white sheet that had fallen from very large wardrobe.
"Peter, this is foolish." Susan's voice disciplined us from behind.
"Maybe but…" Peter started but was interrupted.
"Look!" Lucy cried surprise and wonder laced her voice heavily.
The carved red apple wood door slowly opened outward. The first thing though the door was a shiny, silver pointed end of an arrow; followed closely by a hand gripping the curved handle of the bow. Ever so slightly the rest of the bow and the arm of a person appeared. A girl, no older then Peter stepped though the open wardrobe. Her hair was blond, long and pulled back in three places, once on each side of her face with white ribbon and once in the back with twine. Her eyes were wide with fear and deep forest green, like new pine needles. Her clothes were that of thin fabric, leather and fur, a brown leather band with black beads and a feather gripped the upper part of her right arm. Her face gave away her emotions and the newness to everything around her. A light brushing of snow dusted her shoulders and head quickly melting as she emerged from the wardrobe into the warm house.
"Where am I?" The girl's voice was shaky and low, cracking several times in her short sentence.
"Put the bow down." Edmund spoke with a steady voice.
"No." The girl regained her voice sounding as if she had been in several battles.
"No one is going to hurt you here, just put the bow…" Peter tried to be reasonable but nothing was going to make the girl lower her weapon.
"Ask me again and the point of this arrow will be sticking out your back." She seethed.
"Where did you come from?" Lucy asked the fear starting to leave her voice.
The girl's eyes darted to her face, "Narnia."
"Peter, did you hear that?" Excitement flooded out of Lucy's cry. "She's from Narnia! What's it like now?"
"Where I am, it's a battle field, a war zone, but Narnia's King hasn't turned my way since taking over. I'm the only one left, my family and friends have been killed." The girl's voice was sad but her confidence had risen giving her a deadly appearance.
"Caspian would never do such a thing!" Susan's shocked voice cried out.
"Oh really?" The girl pulled the bow, aiming at Susan's heart. "Tell that to my little sister, our mother my father! To my Narnian friends who lived around us. King Caspian has more important things to attend to." Pulling the arrow back further the girl aimed it at Susan's heart.
"We can help you, we know Caspian!" Peter dodged in front of his sister blocking the shot.
The girl let up on her bow just a little and lowered it. "How do I know I can trust you?" She demanded.
"Because, we are the Kings and Queens." Lucy answered setting toward the girl. "Didn't you catch our names?"
Taking a heartbeat to think the girl nodded; Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. But there was a fifth in the room, a girl with red hair.
"Who is that then?" She asked jerking her head toward the red haired girl.
Annie's eyes widened, every bone in her body told her to scream or turn and run away. To lose herself in the large house of never ending locked doors.
"She's a friend from school, her name is Annie." Susan answered from behind Peter.
"School?" The girl answered questioningly. "Sounds like some kind of dungeon."
"She's never been and she already knows what it's like." Edmund commented with a chuckle.
"And what's your name?" Lucy asked now standing in front of the girl.
"I'm Brook of River's Deep, but you can just call me Brook." She answered with a bow. Shouldering her bow and arrow Brook turned the wardrobe. "I need your help your Majesties; Narnia is being destroyed from the inside out."
"You don't mean Caspian…" Susan started.
"No, but some of his men still believe that Narnia and its people are nothing more than ants at an outing, pests and vermin. I don't know who they are but I have to find out before Narnia is lost forever." Brook went to the wardrobe and stood in front of it putting a hand on the door. She looked back over her shoulder; the horror that stuck her eyes was like watching her sister die all over again. "I know it's hard to believe but please, I need your help. Narnia needs your help."
Peter nodded and moved forward, "We will come and do what we can."
Brook moved further into the wardrobe and watched as each King and Queen entered, Annie was hesitant at first but with a second look back at the room; she too entered the wardrobe.