I'm so sorry for the long wait! I have been extremely busy.

And... I'm a beta reader now and accepting beta requests!

Thanks so much for the reviews! In the space below will be the responses to the reviews!

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Eilonwya10: Thank you for the pointers! There really isn't a POV as I find it much easier to write in third person. I hope that makes sense because sometimes what I mean to say isn't what I write...

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Hawki: Thanks for the pointers! I kinda forgot about the fact that it's 1832 in Paris but Narnia was created in 1900... But thanks for reminding me! I really am thankful for all the pointers so I can make the story better!

Again, thank you so much for you're reviews! It makes me so happy that some people will take the time to write a review!

Dis... No wait...Claimer: In the amount of time it took to write this chapter, I unexpectedly won the lottery and bought the owning rights to Narnia and Les Mis.

Disclaimer( the real one): Wait, what? You mean to tell me it was a dream?! No! Oh well...

So if you didn't catch what just happened, I DON'T ( sadly) own anything.

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Courfeyrac opened his eyes. He no longer felt the stinging pain in his chest from the gun shot.

Where was he? And why could he hear a feminine voice beaver talking? Why could he even hear a beaver?

"Excuse me...Talking beaver?" Courfeyrac said, squinting at the bright light that shone in his eyes.

"Oh!", Exclaimed Mrs. Beaver, "you're awake!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Can you please tell me where I am?" The man asked with courage.

"Why, you're in Narnia!" The beaver said enthusiastically.

"Um... What's Narnia?" Courfeyrac asked with question dripping from his tongue.

Mrs. Beaver was not one to be impolite but she found herself gaping at the disheveled boy.

Courfeyrac mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"Is it bad that I don't know that? Is it the city right next to Paris or somewhere in France that we learned about in grade school? Because if it is, I totally know what Narnia is." Courfeyrac babbled on.

"Hang on a second. France? What in the name of Aslan is France*?" Mrs. Beaver wrinkled her nose at his outburst.

A few moments of silence hung onto the air as Mrs. Beaver tried to comprehend the situation.

"Wait a moment! You're from the world of the Kings and Queens of Narnia! Aslan chose you! You must go to Cair Paravel and meet the Kings and Queens!" The beaver rambled excitedly.

"Um... Okayyyy." The French revolutionary replied slowly.

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The walk to Cair Paravel was long and torturous. Not because it was a hard walk. But because the female beaver would not stop talking!

"And here we are! Cair Paravel. The home of the greatest Kings and Queens Narnia has ever known." Mrs. Beaver sighed with contentment.

The huge French looking doors opened slowly. Courfeyrac stepped inside, his eyes wide from looking at the exquisite palace.

"Hello, Mr. Tumnus? Could you please tell the kings and Queens that there is somebody they should meet in the front entrance way?" Mrs. Beaver asked the faun who had been walking nearby.

"Of course." Mr. Tummus said as he hurried off to deliver the message.

Moments passed as the two companions waited patiently for the Kings and Queens of Narnia. They could hear clicks of a heel against the porcelain tile floor.

Courfeyrac strained his neck to see the Kings and Queens of the foreign land. Two beautiful girls in medieval looking dresses stepped closer to Mrs. Beaver and Courfeyrac.

"Mrs. Beaver, you're here!" The younger girl exclaimed giddily.

The two girls both hugged Mrs. Beaver, the younger one a little more enthusiastically.

Just then, who Courfeyrac assumed were the Kings, followed the girls footsteps and hugged the female beaver. Greetings and small talk made its way around the closely knit circle.

Then, Mrs. Beaver introduced Courfeyrac.

"Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, this is Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac, this is Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy." Mrs. Beaver said while pointing to the person while she said their name. A course of hellos were passed between the five humans.

Silence hung over the group. Suddenly, Courfeyrac heard a voice calling his name.

"Courfeyrac! You're alive!" The voice of the person called out in joy.

Courfeyrac turned around to see that Enjolras was rushing in his direction.

"How did you survive? I thought I was the only one that ending up in this crazy land of talking animal! I thought it was a dream! Although, I'm slightly sad and terrified that this is not a dream because these creatures aren't normal!" Enjolras said with a crazed look in his eyes.

"I'm alive and well. Did you see any of the others?" Courfeyrac asked excitedly.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt but there were two others that are in the main living room. I believe one of their names is Grand air? I not certain though, that Grand air was what the name was..." Mr. Tumnus said rather skeptically at the presumed name of one of the men.

"Grantaire!"Courfeyrac and Enjolras rejoiced.

"Would you like me to go get them?" Mr. Tumnus asked.

"Please." Enjolras said, ever the polite one.

Mr. Tumnus scurried off to get the other two revolutionaries.

"I can't believe Grantaire is alive!" Courfeyrac whispered.

"I know! I wonder who is with him." Enjolras replied.

Meanwhile, the four royals and Mrs. Beaver were staring at the scene before them.

"They're acting like twelve year old schoolgirls!" Lucy whispered to Susan.

"I know. I have never seen someone so excited!" Susan whispered back.

A.N./ Hope you liked the chapter! I'm sorry it's so short. Again, sorry for such the long wait but this chapter was harder to write!

Sorry for any grammatical and spelling errors!

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*I just have to say this, but I could totally hear Mrs. Beaver saying that while I wrote it. I mean with her accent and everything! Could anyone else imagine that?