Well, this is part seven. Getting close to the more active parts of this story, can't wait! I would like to thank you all for reading this, even if it take me forever to update!!! This will have only a couple more parts to it, even if I don't want it to end it sadly must.

Disclamer: I don't own Narnia.

Clamer: Atheist in Narnia... yeah, I came up with it first... I think.

Oh, and last note, I'm trying to think of a 'soundtrack' for this story. If anyon out there have a song that you thing relates, please tell me!! Everyone who give me songs that I use, I'll thank you forever and ever!!!

My eyes snap open and my breath is ragged. I quickly change into a dark brown and hunter green dress before pulling on my shoes. The heart within my body races as I sit up. Standing, I walk out of the 'room'. The thumping of my shoes against the cold stone ground sends shivers up my spine. The reverberations make me walk quicker. For an unknown reason a fear wraps itself around my spine, gripping tighter with each passing second. Why does he have to believe in me? No one else has, everyone just pushed me aside as they continued on with their lives. Why did Aslan have to treat me like I was a person when everyone else before did not?

Because he is Aslan, that's why. He is gracious, kind and has a heart of gold. Gold so pure, that nothing in this 'world' or any other 'world' can fabricate to match it. He cares for me, he always has. Even when I never knew it, he stood behind me.

I give a steady gaze forward, my determination is incorruptible. I WILL stand up and fight for Aslan, it is the very lease that I can do. I'm sick of my independence being limited, Aslan say this and that it why he sent me here. He knows I could do some good.

I have yet to figure out what good it is that I am suppose to do.

"Lady Meyers" A voice says towards the left.

I turn my head slightly, seeing Gyrwick. He has a couple of dirt marks running from his chin to the start of his black hair.

A smile creeps its way onto my face, "Hello."

He sends me a genuine smile, "I finished it."

"Really" I say, a shocked tone covering my question like a candy coating.

He nods, "That I have, would you like to see?"

"Absolutely," I reply, smiling like a child on Christmas.

He turns, picking up a blue cloth. He sends me a smile as he uncovers the blade. My eyes widen, seeing it. Plain, but I see it as beautiful as any other sword. It has a black handle and the blade itself has a small outwards bend near the end. The tip of the blade is slightly curved, just like a knife. It has no pommel or guard, just a grip.

"Gyrwick, it's amazing" I reply. I point to it, "May I?"

He nods, "Be my guest."

Outstretching my arm, I grasp the handle of the magnificent sword. An instant connection is made between the metal and I. After taking a step back, I swing the sword. I let out a small laugh, the cross guard will no longer stand in my way.

I hold the sword so that the back is resting against the back of my left arm. I walk back over to Gyrwick, bowing. "I am forever in your dept, honorable sword smith."

Gyrwick shakes his head, "I shall say not! That was a challenge. Now," He points to the front exit, "Test and see if my word has not been in vain."

I nod, turning on the heel of my feet. Swiftly, I walk to the opening. Looking from the ground, I stop suddenly to stop myself from running into a pair of royals. I look between Peter and Edmund, still unable to keep from grinning.

"Whoa," Edmund says, stopping. "Where are you going?"

"To try this out," I say, holding up my new unorthodox weapon. "Gyrwick made this for me, without the cross guard I can handle it swifter and attack smoother."

"Really now" Peter asks, raising an eyebrow at my statement.

I nod with puerile excitement, "Yeah, so I just have to figure out who I'm going to try this out on."

"Yeah," Edmund says, "I'll help if you promise not to kill me."

I roll my eyes, "I'm not going to kill you. I couldn't bring myself up to kill you."

I smirk, looking over at the just king. "I've gotten better," I state, picking up my sheathed sword.

He shakes his head, "You still lost."

"But practice makes perfect," I say, standing up straight.

Edmund shakes his head, "Can't talk you out of going with us… can I?"

Looking to the ground, I shake my head. "No, you can't" I reply, taking a deep breath. I stand up, nodding at him. "Thanks again."

Turning, I walk towards the entrance. Once inside, I let my feet carry me as my mind floods with thoughts. My thoughts scatter as I shut off my awareness. My attention turns to my thoughts as I walk through the halls, no longer caring where I go.

The longer I'm here, the more I feel like I'm a part of something bigger, a grand plan. Here, I have a purpose. Here, I'm important. My heart yearns for these people I've met. They are happy, I'm happy. If they are hurt, I want to bare the pain for them.

I don't understand everything that is happening. These feelings, they are alien to me. It's like I… care. As if I actually care about them. If something were to happen to them, I don't know what I would do. How could be placed here make me feel this way?

It's unknown to me, this warmth that is in my heart. It makes me feel… good. Even if I feel scared or terrified, this feeling makes me at ease. This feeling has power over me, power I never thought existed much less control me. This power… what is it? Is it an apparition in my mind? Or is it someone manipulating me, to make me believe this is all real?

But this is real. It has been all along. I was just too blind, too stubborn to believe in such trivial things. I was an idiot all along. How could I pretend this was imaginary all along? Everything, everybody… it has been and always will be real. All the things I missed, I'll never get those 'could-have-been' experiences back. I'll never be able to go back and enjoy everything… enjoy even the smallest details such as school.

"Dream?"

I flinch, my attention slamming against me and return to my surroundings. I to my left, jumping lightly as the sudden realization effects me. "When did you to get there?" I ask Lucy and Peter as I continue walking.

"You looked lost," Lucy says. Her hand takes mine as a small sigh of concern.

"I'm fine," I say as give her hand a squeeze in reassurance.

"Are you sure?" Peter asks, give in a caring look.

I nod, "I'm sure Peter."

Lucy and I continue to walk a few more steps. Lucy stops, noticing the sound of footsteps suddenly decreased. "Pete," She says, looking back.

I look over my shoulder, seeing him stand there. "You ok?" I ask, feeling a sudden shift in my heart beat.

He shakes his head, "You… you called me Peter."

I nod, "That is your name, after all."

He sends me a confused glance. "I thought you didn't believe in my existence" Peter says.

I let go of Lucy's hand, continuing down the hallway. "I didn't," I say loudly, "but I guess I do now."

Twist huh? Well, please review... so I can know if this story sucks or not.