"Dad can I go back now?" I asked moving my gun to rest on my other shoulder, and then brushed my now long black hair over the other shoulder. Ever since I got back I couldn't bear to cut it. I didn't even bother putting any gel in my hair anymore to spike it back.

It had been a year since I had returned home from Narnia. It had taken a while for me to readjust to the world. For some reason though it wasn't the same. I kept my ring on my finger, the silver band with a beautifully small sapphire as its stone. But even as my classmates made fun of me. Saying I was "married" or something, but they were right. Aslan said that "once joined, always joined". Even though we were parted we were still married.

Not dating also didn't help my case either. I was "asked out" once or twice, but told them I wasn't interested.

My friends didn't seem to understand why I would refuse. Greg didn't understand either, but he didn't poke fun at me for it like some of my friends did. Dad on the other hand was practically jubilant that I wasn't interested in dating, I sometimes wondered how he would react if he knew that I was married.

"Willy, are you having fun?" Dad asked using his nickname for me.

I looked up at him with a blank expression.

Dad set down his gun, "Willow, what's wrong? You haven't been the same since last summer when you toasted Greg's video game consol."

Not looking at him I mumbled, "I'm fine dad."

"Is this about a boy?"

Kind of. "No."

"You know you can tell me anything, right Willy?"

"Yes, dad." I could, but you'd lock me up in the loony bin.

"Alright," Dad said. "Go back to camp and help the womenfolk get dinner ready."

I nodded and turned around. By "womenfolk" he meant mom and Greg, both of whom did not like hunting or camping or the outdoors. I walked for a while before I noticed that I should have been there by now. "Hello? Mom? Greg? Are you there?"

Suddenly something small, but heavy, hit me in the back. Knocking me to the ground. I fell flat on my face and scrambled to my back just as the small thing jumped onto my chest.

"Say your last words Telarmine!" It was a mouse. A talking mouse. I needed only one guess to figure out where I was, but the first words that came out of my mouth were.

"Telmarine?" I moved slightly to try and prop myself up on my elbows, but was restrained by the small sharp rapier the mouse held.

"Reepicheep!" a voice from the woods called. A badger joined the party. "What did you find?"

The mouse, whose name must have been Reepicheep, called back, "A spy most likely."

This surprised me, "Spy?"

The sword went to my neck again, "Don't move if you value your life."

"For goodness sakes Reepicheep it's a young woman," the badger said moving to pull the mouse off of me. "I hardly think that the Telmarines would use a woman to spy on us."

"Why would the Telmarines need spies?" I asked.

"Trufflehunter, I'm warning you."

I repeated a bit louder, "Why would the Telmarines need spies?"

Trufflehunter stared at me, "You're…you're…"

"Will," I said and tried to move my hand for a handshake, but a quick snap at my wrist ceased my movement yet again. "Ouch." I looked around, "Am I in Narnia?"

The badger nodded.

I laughed and fell back on the dead leaves. "Thank Aslan!" I then looked to the mouse, "Nice to meet you Reepicheep, Trufflehunter. Allow me to introduce myself properly." I extended my hand, this time with no slap on the wrist from the mouse's toothpick sized sword, "Lady Champion Willow of the Order of the Lion."

"The Just King's Heart?" the mouse seemed to be in shock.

"The what?"

Trufflehunter pulled the mouse off of me and I sat up straight.

Brushing off the leaves from my jacket I moved on to more important matters than my "title", I said, "So where am I?"

"It worked," Trufflehunter whispered.

"What worked?"

Reepicheep knelt. "The horn your majesty."

I winced. "Get up, please." It didn't matter that I married Edmund, I hated bowing. After a lifetime of examples of people who abused their positions of power I just couldn't stand anyone putting themselves bellow someone because of a title. However that may have just been the American in me.

"Yes, majesty."

"And don't call me majesty," I stood up, brushing the dead leaves and dirt from my pants. "Just Will or Lady Will will do. And what horn?"

Trufflehunter answered, "The horn of Queen Susan."

The name sprung up a whole string of questions. Where were the other four? Who blew the horn? What was wrong in Narnia that they needed to summon me? "Are the kings and queens here now?"

"We don't know Lady Will; we just know that it summoned help," Trufflehunter answered in the most polite fashion that only an old soul of a Narnian would have for a person they just met.

"Who blew the horn?"

"Prince Caspian, my lady." Reepicheep said.

I looked around then ordered, "Take me to him then." If he blew the horn and the horn summoned me then Aslan must mean for me to help him.

Trufflehunter and Reepicheep nodded, bowed, and then proceeded to show me the way through the dense forest.

In the first moment I was here I noticed something amiss. Mainly with the trees. So many of them were old and yet they didn't come out to greet me. The trees were sleeping and refused to wake up. Something terrible must have happened in the time I was gone for the trees to stop their dancing.

While I was glad to be back, something large still weighed heavy on my heart. Peter, Susan, Lucy, and most of all Edmund weren't here. If I was here, why wasn't he here? I missed him and them so much it was beginning to hurt. But if Aslan had something for me to do here then I would do it. Even though I was so expecting me to return to Narnia with the others.

I would just have to focus on the task at hand until I returned, any maybe I can go back to the half life I was living with my family.