Shelby POV

"Huh?" I sputtered as I opened my eyes.

"Peter, come look at this." A deep voice whispered, but I saw no one. I stood up to quickly and had to catch my balance on a rock next to me.

"Who's there?" I called. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. "I have a weapon." I glanced down at my hand and then back at the woods.

"That's not a fairly large weapon you have." I turned to see a taller man with black hair and black stubble. He had a rather large sword in is hand and pointed it at me. "Who are you? How did you get here?" I started to back up a little.

"Shelby Polchov. I was brought by someone named Aslan." I began. "Do you know where I could find Aslan?" The boy sheathed his sword and held out a hand.

"My many apologies." I put my hand in his and he pecked the op of it. "My name is Edmund."

"Hello, Edmund." I smiled. "Is there anyway I could meet this man named Aslan?"

"Not at the present time. He has not been back since the summer of last year."

"Oh. Then do you mind showing me how to get home?" I asked. How could someone ask me to meet them far from home and not even show up to meet me.

"There is a problem with that." A different deep voice said. I turned to see a blonde haired man. He took my hand and pecked the top of it. He bowed. "You can't go home. Or, at least, not until Aslan sends you home." He joined Edmund. "The name's Peter."

"I'm Shelby." I said quickly. I looked back at Edmund. "What does he mean I can't go home?" I started to worry.

"I meant," Peter said. "that until Aslan makes his appearance, you can't leave here."

"Well, where is 'here'?" I looked back at Edmund. He seemed more serious in this matter.

"You're in Narnia."

"Narnia? Like my great granddad's books? That Narnia?"

"Wait, you're blood of Professor Lewis?" Peter asked. I nodded. "Are you sure?" He asked as he put his hand on his sword.

"Yes, Clyde Staples Lewis was my great grandfather." I took a step back. Peter looked at Edmund.

"You need to come with us." Edmund grabbed my arm and looked around carefully. Peter followed his exact motions.

"Where are we going?"

"We're bringing you to safety. Trust us."