A/N: So I didn't get any reviews last time...hence this chapter is so late. If I get any reviews the chapters will come faster. I would really appreciate some: Ideas are also welcome, since the rest of the story is not fully planned out. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own the characters...but I suppose it has to be said.

Puddleglum's POV: The day was so beautifully sunny; I could positively imagine that something dreadful was going to show up. A devastating storm, perhaps? Or..a daughter of Aslan?! Perfect, just what the day needs. She will surely take over his Highness's throne and tear Narnia to pieces. Or even worse yet, sway his Highness's son. Love? It only leads to nagging and children. What a perfectly dreadful combination. "PUDDLEGLUM!" Who could that be? Oh! Now I am going to be late for his Highness's meeting. See what daydreaming does to oneself?! I suppose now I will at least get to meet the Daughter of Eve...

Karla's POV: As I was carried into a huge chamber, I vaguely remembered that I had no idea where I was, and that I had just been kidnapped by two foot high mice. Right as I was about to scream I was suddenly cut off by a very gorgeous and very untouchable guy sitting on the side of a older...(well, I don't really remember what he looked like at that time-but if you had seen the other one...!) man. Okay, so any place that has guys that fabulously gorgeous can't be to bad. Can it? Okay, maybe it could be terrible. But I could be in the English slums and not care. As long as I could look at him...

2 hours later and all I know is that the old man sitting at the end of the table is King Caspian(It can't be the same one my mother talks about), and the impossibly gorgeous guy sitting next to him is his son, Prince Rilian. Oh, and that the froggie thing sitting next to me is a kindred pessimist. Mother would never approve. I've had enough of this-I am just going to find out what they want. I finally decided after tiring of their jabber.

"Uh...excuse me, but would anybody mind telling me where I am, and why I am here? Because if you are looking for money or something I assure you, mother doesn't have anything. Or Lucy, as you may know her."

"Queen Lucy the Valiant?! No, it couldn't be. But it has to be, who else? Where is she then?" Muttering is definitely my pet peeve, and having it all around me made me want to slap the closest thing to me. Which happened to be the gross froggie thing.

"OWWWW!" He yelped after I had used his head for a gavel. "I can assure your Highness that this Daughter of Eve can in no way be related to their Highnesses. Especially Queen Lucy the Valiant. With our luck she is probably an impostor, a working of the Wicked Witch herself come to demolish us all!"

"That is quite enough Puddleglum." Rilian said. There is no reason to speak such slander. Just because she has used your head to gather our attentions does not mean that she is evil. Quite opposite, in fact. Would not someone evil try their hardest to be kind in all circumstances, as to not bring attention to themselves? I believe that we should let her speak her mind before we go around making very pessimistic remarks."

"Yes Prince. It was not my place, I was just trying to cheer our moods a little." Puddleglum remarked while turning a darker mud color.

So I was officially crazy. And how does someone explain that to a room full of talking creatures who are all surely inside your head?


"Ummm...w-well..." I stammered, "well, I suppose that there isn't much to explain. One moment I was slipping on a ridiculous fur coat and the next I am being pulled until I landed in a field. And then upon meeting very curious looking mice I was brought here, where your bickering has caused everyone much delay and confusion." Why am I talking like this?! I don't understand, none of this makes any sense. If I was going crazy why would I be starting to feel this way? Why would I be talking in such an absurd manner quite unfitting a common girl. AHHH-now I am starting to think like that too.

Narrator's POV: It was a very curious thing, you see. Because as the Magic pulled Karla along it did not pull any sense into her head. Some things you just have to learn. But as with all of the Pevensies, the longer Karla stayed in Narnia, the more the Magic brought out the noble blood that ran in her veins. Her heart started to pump bright red blood that ran with the noble qualities of the former Kings and Queens. And while she did not understand where she was or why, she could not deny the new feeling that was forcing her to rise above herself.

As the discussion grew in the Throne Room, Puddleglum and Karla could feel their dark moods growing. As the Magic started to work on her manners, she turned to apologize for the slight gavel incident. Which he responded to with,

"No worries, with any luck I will only have slight brain damage and only have to be locked up for life."

"Are you always this pessimistic?" Karla inquired.

"Most certainly not!" He scoffed. "To be so joyous is very unfitting a MarshWiggle. Why I am positively exuberant. My family doesn't know what to do with me."

"Well then, perhaps you could redeem yourself by telling me where I am and what is going on?" she inquired.

"Excuse us, Puddleglum, but I believe I can handle this." The Prince Rilian responded with a very intense look on his gorgeous green-brown eyes.

KPOV: As Rilian took my hand, he told me that I was very safely in Narnia, and that he would explain more once we were in a quieter place. As he lead me out into the quiet of the abandoned back hallway, I suddenly found myself pushed against the wall with his lips securely on mine, and his arms wrapped around my waist. The minute I tried to resist, I stopped myself. While everything else I knew was uncertain, I knew this one fact wasn't. I felt safe in his arms, and all I wanted was more.

A/N: So please, REVIEW!! I am going to be gone for the rest of the week, so if i get some reviews I wil update as soon as I get back. A