Author's Note: So I had this chapter typed up a while back, but my laptop died and deleted the whole thing. Arggh! I was so frustrated that I refused to attempt rewriting again for a while. Well, a while has passed and I'm ready to continue. :P

Forgot to list ages in the first chapter:

Peter- 17
Davina&Isaiah- 16
Susan- 16
Edmund- 14
Lucy- 11

Disclaimer: Isaiah and Davina are mine. Can't claim anyone else just yet though.

Chapter 2- Frightened

Peter heard the trumpets signalling Susan and Lucy's return and silently thanked Aslan they'd returned so swiftly. Winter had him on edge, particularly Edmund's absence during it. It had only been a year since Jadis' rule in Narnia ended.

The High King grimaced as he remembered Ed's reaction to the first snowfall of this most dreaded season. He'd promptly lost his lunch all over his balcony and been in bed shaking all day. As the season wore, on Edmund had begun to get used to it. However, Peter had still been surprised when the coal-headed youth had actually volunteered to go check on the inhabitants of the Western Wood. They'd been reporting strange activity and Fell Beast sightings more often than the previous months.

"It's my mess to clean up. I won't cower in the Cair like a snivelling boy." Edmund had declared and Peter applauded him for his couraged. This didn't keep the older boy from worrying though.

As he walked briskly toward the stables, heavy cloak wrapped around his shoulders, he hoped that both his brother and his subjects would rediscover the beauty of winter in the coming years. For now, he understood the fear that permeated their hearts with each new flake of snow and the weight they each carried. One day Aslan would heal their wounds, one day.

As he approached the stable, his step quickened as he overheard his sisters' frantic voices.

"Lucy, wrap your cloak around her before she catches her death. She's lost alot of blood already. And you take mine, you're hardly dressed for winter weather."

"How are we supposed to get her off the horse. Niether of us can lift her and he can hardly get off the saddle with her in his arms." Lucy's voice reached a high pitch as he rounded the bend.

"Let me help." he insisted, "What's going on here?" And where on Aslan's green earth are the stable hands? He reached up and pulled the bundle in the boy's arms off the saddle, cradling the girl in his arms bridal style in an attempt to keep from jarring her much.

"No time. Get her to a medic now, Peter." Susan nearly screeched.

"Going." Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he sprinted as quickly as he dared out of the stables. He felt slightly guilty at the boy's look of protest at being separated from the girl, but trusted his sisters to diffuse the situation.

He burst through the closest doors to the castle, startling a few courtiers, before calling out to the closest guards. "I need two of you to go out to the stables. The queens are there with a wounded boy, but a stranger nonetheless. Escort them to the medic and make sure the queens are safe."Hardly waiting for them to nod, Peter continued his sprint to the Southern wing of the castle and to the medical ward.

He was immediately attended by two fauns who led him to lay the girl in a cot.

"What happened?" the first asked.

"I'm not sure."

"It looks like she's been mauled- my guess is wolves from the looks of it. She's got some blood loss, but not too severe." the second pointed out as she peeled back Lucy's cloak from where it was covering the girl's raw wounds. "Mild case of hypothermia and a sprained ankle."

Peter nodded and turned toward the door, catching a glimpse of the others heading into another nearby room. Lucy turned from them and headed toward him.

"How is she?" the brunette asked.

"Blood loss, mild hypothermia, and hurt ankle. What happened to the two of them?"

"Su and I were out picking berries when we heard screaming. We followed the sound to them. They were being attacked by three wolves. I've no idea why they were this close to the castle, but Susan, Doron and I took them out pretty quickly. She collapsed not long after he helped her up."

Peter gave a short nod. "Do you know anything about them?"

"Only that he cares a great deal for her. That's about it. He's been crying since the attack." his youngest sibling responded. "She was crying before that, mostly from pain. He was trying to beat the wolves off of her with a stick when we got there, but they were slightly outnumbered and he was attacked when he tried."

Peter shook his head this time, understanding that it must have been terribly scary for the two, particularly with their best weapon being a stick. He sighed and turned back to the other occupants of the room. The girl had been bandaged and covered with a blanket to retain her body heat and try to get it back up to normal levels.

Her matted black curls spread out around her face, wet from the melted snow and blood that was crusting into it. Her face held a grimace that spoke of the pain she was in and her right hand clutched the blanket fiercely.

"When will she wake?" Lucy asked.

"Any moment now, Your Majesty." one responded. "She'll need a good hair washing, but other than that she'll just need to use a wash cloth for any bath. You don't want to mess with the bandages, or get them wet, for now or it'll hinder the healing of the wounds. If you'll bring her back tomorrow, we'll be glad to redress her bandages. Until then, she's free to go."

The two fauns bowed and left the room.

"Perhaps I should go check on the boy." Peter suggested, but before he was out the door, the sound of groaning greeted him. He spun around as the girl's eyes flickered open and she sat up with a hiss of pain.

The three just stared at each other for a moment. Both the Pevensie children present were stunned speechless. Not because the girl looked particularly beautiful in her ragged state, but because of the color of her eyes. Never before had they seen eyes of such a radiant purple, or of any shade of purple for that matter.

"Where am I?" the girl asked hesitantly as she slid her legs around to the edge of the cot. She seemed to have taken a moment before her mind had been able to gather it's thoughts. She painstakingly moved to wrap the warm blanket around herself while waiting for the response. "Where am I? Where is Isaiah? What have you done with him?" her voice raised in pitch as panic threatened to seize her.

"It's alright. Everything's okay." Peter moved toward her in an attempt to reassure her. Her eyes grew wide and her expression looked guarded as she attempted to step down. She let out a soft cry of pain as she stood on her feet. She maintained balance for only a few short seconds before hurtling forward. Peter lunged forward as well and caught her, barely missing the bandage on her right upper arm as he did.

Instead of being grateful, the girl attempted to push him away. "Let go of me! Leave me alone!" she yelled.

"Calm down, we're trying to help."

"Peter, you're scaring her." Lucy warned.

The girl screamed at the top of her lungs and continued to pull away from him, but not making much headway due to the significant pain in each of her limbs. Seconds later, they heard a crash from a nearby room. And a surprised scream, obviously from Susan.

"Lu!" Peter yelled, just in time for her to move out of the way as the boy they'd helped, apparently named Isaiah if that was who the girl was referring to, barrelled into the room. He elbowed Peter in the chest with enough forced to throw him backward and caught his sister, holding her slightly behind her as Susan and the two guards flew into the room. The latter two unsheathed their swords and pointed them toward the boy, who looked around wildly for something to defend himself with and failing.

"Hold on!" Lucy yelled at the top of her lungs. "You, sheath your swords this instant! What do you think two unarmed and wounded people are going to do? You're only serving to frighten them!" The two followed her orders before she slowly approached the two frightened teenagers with a gentle smile. "I'm afraid we've frightened you. We mean you no harm, we only wanted to help by bandaging you up. My name is Queen Lucy and this is my sister, Queen Susan, along with my brother, High King Peter."

The two didn't respond, they only stared.

"I'm afraid we don't have the pleasure of knowing your names. Though your sister here said your name was Isaiah, is that right?"

The two began to visibly relax and Lucy's soft expression and words.

"Yes." Isaiah answered. "And this is Davina."

"It's very nice to meet you, Isaiah and Davina. I don't have to ask your relationship, for you are each the spitting image of the other, besides the eye color, of course."

"Please, sit down." Susan encouraged, now taking the opportunity to offer them a bit of comfort. After a moment's hesitation, the two took the nearest chairs to where they stood, though they still clasped hands.

"Now, Isaiah and Davina, where do you hail from and what brings you to Narnia?" Peter asked, still rubbing the sore spot where Isaiah had hit him. "I would guess you to be Telmarine or maybe Galmanian, but your skin is far too pale for that. And you most certainly aren't Calormene."

"Texas." Isaiah responded slowly. "What's Narnia?"

"Why, it's the country that you'r in, friend." Lucy responded. "Have you not even heard of us?"
"I have never heard of Narnia."

"Texas?" Susan raised a finger to her chin thoughtfully. "The name sounds familiar, I believe it's from our world though. America, right?"
Isaiah nodded.

"What do you mean, 'our world'?" Davina questioned, regaining her senses.

"We are from England, us and our other brother, King Edmund. We've lived here for close to a year now. Narnia is an entirely different world and my siblings and I rule it." Peter informed them.

Davina leaned forward and rubbed her temples.

"How about we show you to your rooms and we can talk more after you've gotten some food, rest, and had a bath?" Susan suggested. "You both look simply exhausted."

The two nodded, almost happily. Nothing sounded better to them at the moment.