Chapter 2 – thank you to those who reviewed last time, I hope this chapter is ok! I'm doing my best to make this as close to the original stories as poss while being completely non-canon (if that makes sense!), so if you have any corrections please let me know. I'm going to alternate viewpoints so the next chapter will be Angela's POV.

Peter tasted grass under his lips and groaned as he eased himself up from the ground, systematically checking as he got up – arms, hands, fingers, ribs; legs feet, toes – all seemed intact. He looked around the dense, dark wood and felt his heart lift

Could this possibly be?

He took a couple of shaky steps and the ground felt solid under his feet; he touched a tree and the bark itched under his fingers. It was real. Now it was just a matter of working out where exactly he was. He suddenly spied Angela lying in a heap a few yards away and hurried towards her.

"Miss Lowe? Are you hurt?"

Angela shook her head and heaved herself into a sitting position, refusing his hand as she hauled herself to her feet. She k=looked around her and her jaw dropped as she took in her surroundings. She had an expression akin to awe on her face. Peter recognised that expression- it was how his face had looked the first time he had set foot in Narnia. Through force of habit borne on the battlefield he ran his eyes down her, scanning for injuries – she was still wearing the neat trouser suit she had worn to work that day, albeit rather dirty now, and her flat slip on shoes were still intact he was glad to note. She didn't seem hurt and her hair was still pinned back in a tight bun; overall she looked less disheveled than he felt.

"What is this place?"

"I think we're in the Wild Woods of the West" murmured Peter, more to himself than to her; but she caught it anyway.

"The Woods of the West? West of where? Where on earth are we?"

Peter ignored her question and gazed about him as he tried to find his bearings. The woods were thick and unforgiving and although he couldn't really see the sky, he guessed it was nearly nightfall. It was becoming chilly too.

"There's a light up ahead, look- let's head that way." He glanced at Angela for confirmation and she nodded silently in agreement.

They walked silently towards the source of light, stepping carefully over large roots and avoiding the odd patch of nettles. The woods started to thin and as they approached the light it became clear it was higher off the ground than they expected. Peter started to speed up and ran the last few places to the small clearing where the lamppost stood, glowing brightly and seemingly pointlessly in the middle of the forest. His face had broken into an ear-splitting grin.

"Mr Pevensie? Where are we?" Angela's voice did not have its usual confidence and she seemed to have shrunk in on herself.

"I've been here before, in fact-"

There was a rustling in the bushes and a figure emerged. Peter's hand sprang to his hip before he remembered he was not carrying a sword; whoever this was, if they weren't friendly, it could be a problem. But as the figure approached, Peter could see it was a faun and he relaxed a little. The fauns had always been on their side and he had no reason to think anything had changed.

The faun approached them cautiously and our of the corner of his eye Peter could see Angela trying her hardest not to stare at his hair covered legs, his horns, his hooves.

"You – have come from the World of Men". It was not a question.

"We have. Who are you? When is this? Who is on the throne?"

"I am Urnus the faun. King Caspian the tenth is our King – but he is now an old man and he has no heir. It will not do to talk about matters further here. You are to come with me please."

Peter nodded and set off to follow the faun into the woods. Turning back, he saw Angela's ashen face; she looked as though she might faint and he felt a sudden sympathy for her. This must have all been a tremendous shock, and tremendous shocks were much harder to bear as an adult. He and his siblings had all been so young when they'd first come here – they'd just accepted it, and even then it was Lucy, the youngest who'd found it easiest to adapt.

"Miss Lowe-" he started towards her and he tried to sound a little kinder than he normally did when addressing her "Come on. It won't do to be standing out here all night. This is a friend, and I'm sure he'll explain himself once we get to a safer place."

Angela gave a jerky nod and set off after the faun, her arms wrapped around herself. Peter sighed and followed in her wake, dodging branches that she let whip back at him as they made their way thought the woods after Urnus. The walk seemed long and difficult and Peter's mind wandered. Caspian had no heir. Narnia was without a ruler when he died. Was that why he had been bought back? And why had Angela come with him? He felt a sudden uncomfortable thought prick his mind. He had grabbed her hand. On the platform, when the wind came, he had instinctively grabbed her hand to stop her from falling. But she had fallen anyway, and now here she was, in a land that she didn't belong in, and it was his fault. He stared at her back as she picked her way through the forest and promised himself he would explain everything when he had the chance. She deserved that at least.