"Peter, Peter! Aslan's here! And he has a girl on his back!" yelled the youngest and still quite innocent Pevensie child Lucy. "Hurry Come quick! We're going to try and get a look at her!" Peter rose from the table where he was enjoying his breakfast.

He still hadn't fully become used to being a king quite yet, even though it had been a few years now. He had grown up into a beautifully striking lad. His brown hair was streaked with blond from the strong Narian sun. He had quite a growth spurt and had developed the body frame of a young adult. He had even acquired some facial hair and was often caught looking at it in the mirror.

Running down the front stairs of the castle with his family, he wondered who was with Aslan. He hadn't been here in quite some time and his sudden appearance comforted yet worried Peter.

Knowing Aslan enjoyed being out doors, the Pevensie family headed towards the tents where the fauns lived by the forest edge. Sure enough, they caught sight of the magnificent creature that was Aslan. Peter always felt so small and insignificant when he stood at his side.

As they came down the pathway they saw all the fauns and other forest creatures lining the edge. Peter stopped in shock. The girl on Aslan's back was in the worst shape Peter had ever seen. Her clothing was severely ruined and covered in blood. Peter couldn't get a good look at her face because it was smeared with blood and dirt and covered by her long and currently greasy hair. Peter wondered how she stayed on Aslan's back because she was passed out and hanging limply to one side.

"Aslan!" Peter called. "Wait! I can help you." Aslan turned around and looked at Peter with an expression one could describe as amused love. "No my noble King Peter. She is my charge and I will take good care of her. Have no fear." Aslan turned to the group of warrior fauns and centaurs who were standing closest to his tent. Even when Aslan wasn't there, no one stayed in his tent and it was always kept clean. "Eli, you shall help me heal our young guest."

Everyone, including Eli himself gasped at the lion's statement. Eli was a young centaur who had just reached adulthood and was hopelessly clumsy and over eager to please and prove himself. Grinning from ear to ear, her stumbled forward and bowed to Aslan.

Without another word, the two of them turned and entered the tent, Leaving Peter with an odd feeling of anger with Aslan for not letting him see to this stranger's healing himself.

Lorelei awoke in the softest and warmest bed she had ever experienced in her life. With a start, Lorelei remembered what happened to her in the last 24 hours: the orphanage, the fight with Mr. Planter, and the strange place in the wardrobe and the huge talking lion!

"I gotta get out of here", she thought. But where was she going to go? Back to the orphanage? "Yet right. Hell's better than that place."

"Well it seems our little guest is up", a nervous sounding voice said. Turning towards the sound, Lorelei saw a young man…whose lower body was part horse! With a yell, Lorelei jumped out of the bed. Big mistake. Her legs collapsed from underneath her and her whole being ached in intense pain as her head pounded its own tempo and her vision swam.

The horseman rushed over and helped her up off of the floor and back on to the bed with her in to much pain to put up a fight. "Wha- what are you?" she whispered.

"My name's Eli and if you ask my origin young daughter of eve, I am a centaur. One who just reached adulthood if I may say so myself." He explained standing proudly.

"Aslan choose me himself to help see to your health and maybe even some warrior training if I can have a say in it."

"Who's Aslan?" Lorelei asked in a confused tone.

"You don't know who Aslan is young daughter of eve?"

"Well I haven't been here exactly long enough to find out now have I? And the name's Lorelei and I'm just a few years younger than you so stop with the young crap." Lorelei snapped out angrily.

"Greetings Lorelei. I am the one they call Aslan," a beautifully smooth and powerful voice said.

Lorelei turned towards the entrance of the tent. She gasped in fear. It was the lion!

He stood at in a strand of sunlight, which made his details stand out. His mane was long and colored a beautiful golden brown. Even though he stood at ease, his goldenrod colored body rippled with sinewy muscles. His most striking feature, however, were his amber eyes. They seemed to glow with kindness and wisdom. All and all, he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.

"Don't be afraid. We will not hurt you here. We are here to help and nurture you back to health, with your permission of course. If you choose we will help you make it back to your land when you are better or you can stay in Narnia," the lion called Aslan said.

Unsure of what else to do, Lorelei nodded. "I guess I'll stay here. Anything's better than where I come from."

"Then it's settled." Aslan stated. "But for now Lorelei, you need to sleep."

And with that said, he walked to her side and breathed on her. Lorelei felt very sleepy all of a sudden and couldn't keep her eyes open. As she fell asleep, she felt warm fur against her cheek and thesoft wetness of a lion's tongue on her hand.