5.

"There's no way in heaven I'm going to that God forsaken, abandoned and dirty Island" She had said many, many hours ago.

Everyone had left. Well, not everyone. Some people had to stay on the ship to take care of it, but everyone she talked to were gone. She sighted laying on her back over the wooden floor.

She had finally accepted that she was indeed in Narnia, that she wasn't dreaming, she wasn't drunk (not that she ever had before. She was still underage), she had not been drugged and she wasn't in a hidden camera TV show or in a prank of Ellen.

"Ellen only pranks important people, Elle." She had said to herself before "You're not important at all."

God, she was so bored. They had left when the sun was still in the sky, it had already disappeared and she had gone to sleep, but had woken up really early in the morning unable to keep doing it.

Why weren't they back? She didn't have anyone to talk to except for the bald captain, and the rat with didn't have anything to do. She had actually liked exploring the mast and now she wasn't allowed to be up there. She wasn't a little girl. Who did Caspian think he was? Oh, right. The King.

She hated Narnia, seriously.

Elle stood up her bed and walked outside. The sun was barely a line of light in the horizon. She looked over the railing at the island where his brother probably was playing the hero.

"Sfigato." She muttered "If they get into a fight, he ain't coming out alive…"

She hammered her hand nails over the railing in thought. If something happened to Phineas while being in Narnia, if she returned home alone what would her mother do to her?

Elle went poker-faced. Not caring if anyone was seeing, she climbed up the railing and jumped off.

"Bad idea, bad idea!" She said as she started moving. "C-c-cold. It's not supposed to be cold. This place is a desert." She started swimming to the island. "I hope there are no sharks in Narnia." But then she remembered Drinian and his sea serpents. "Holy shit!" She muttered, swimming more quickly.

But it was too far, she wasn't even halfway there. God, she hated Narnia and her easy-to-swim-looking seas. She kept going when she noticed boats coming at her way. Great, she'd be rescued.

"Hey!" She tried catching her attention "Help!" She exclaimed but stopped insisting because she notice the looks of terror in the people's faces. Then they started screaming.

"What? What?" Elle started freaking out. Why were they screaming? At least they were on a boat!

Elle turned around and saw a green mist coming at her way.

"Holy merda!" She exclaimed before turning around and swimming as fast as she could. But it wouldn't be enough, for the most was almost touching her. She raised a hand over the water as if wanting to physically stop the green smoke monster. She closed her eyes, her breath heavy and her heart thumping a thousand per second. She stood there, her legs kicking under her to keep her afloat and then she realized: the smoke was going over the water. So, she took a deep breath and submerged herself. And she stayed there, under the water, for almost a minute! Usually she only could manage around 49 seconds under water but her scare of the green mist was too much. She was running out of air and she couldn't keep going. She took her face out of the water and...

She was alone.

Literally, all the people that had been on the boats had disappeared. The boats were still there but the people were gone.

She started swimming again and passed by the boats.

"I ain't getting on one of them." She muttered "No, sir."

It took her around 20 more minutes to reach the mini port with the wooden boats. As soon as she touched the rock ground she let herself rest there backwards, her back facing the sky.

"You! The rat girl!" An annoying voice called her out of her resting. She raised leaning on her elbows and saw a boat arriving at shore. There was Drinian and Reepicheep, and many more Narnians.

"If you wanted to come you should've just asked," The mouse said jumping off the boat and landing by her "we were coming anyway."

"Are you saying I just spend 40 minutes of my life fighting a green smoke and swimming the hell out of me when I could have just come with you on a boat?" The soaking wet girl asked him.

"That is certainly what I am saying." The mouse nodded.

Elle groaned and let her head fall on the rock ground a bit too hard.

What would happen to Elle if he never returned with her, if he never went back home? That same day, Phineas had been thinking in the morning after spending all night in a cold cell with Edmund and Caspian. They had found one of the lords and seen what the green mist had done with the Lone Islands. But Phineas' head had been somewhere in the middle of being with them and being with his sister.

What if he died in Narnia and she went back home alone? He hadn't thought about that since their arrival the day before. But now...

He couldn't help but thing in two scenarios.

In one Elle would go out of the water and their mother and grandmother would be there, waiting for them. But Elle would say she had been to Narnia and that he, Phineas wasn't coming back. His mother wouldn't believe it, since she'd been lied before by Elle about going to Narnia, and she would accuse her of drowning him, then send her to a mental hospital. In the second and most probable to happen scenario, it would happen just the same, but it would end up with their mother hiding what she thought was Elle's crime. Elle would continue with her life, but their mother would cry whenever she saw her by remembering what she thought Elle had done and that she couldn't tell to protect her only daughter.

Phineas sighted.

He wasn't being killed, just sold. But he'd almost won a dagger to the throat the day before, after they found the book with all the slave registers. Phineas trusted Caspian, even in the little time they had met, and knew that as a King he'd found a way of get them out. But what if the only way was fighting their way out?

Phineas gulped.

Yeah, he was thin but not because of exercise, not because he was fit. He had a love-hate relationship with the only sports he liked, like football or box, because of his asthma. Even running sometimes was too much for him. He knew he had to be careful, now that his inhalator wasn't working. How could a high-tech music player work after being thrown into the water but not a life saving device? He couldn't understand Narnia's physics, still he wouldn't dare to complain. He had actually liked being in Narnia, that until they were captured.

Soon, they were dragged out of the cell. He saw in the distance Lucy had just been sold to some old man. Phineas grimaced and looked at Caspian. Where was the rescue party he had been talking about?

But just as he thought that, dozens of men took off the hoodie that had been hiding their faces. Among them, Phineas saw Reep, Drinian, and Elle.

"For Narnia!" The men shouted taking his swords out "For Aslan" some others shouted.

"For John Lennon…" Phineas' sister shouted awkwardly before running to him.

Phineas eyes opened wide when he saw her raising her sword high to him. And just as he closed his eyes waiting the end he heard a clanking sound. The chain between the clutches on his hands broke drown, giving him more mobility.

"C'mon, stupid!" Her sister dragged him after him. They jumped and zigzag through the battle field, until they reached what looked like a big chest. "Get inside!" She yelled at him.

"You know I can't be in too narrow spaces!" He yelled back, nervously.

She opened the chest and threw him inside, then she stepped inside too and stopped the lid before it could totally close.

They were watching everything through a narrow line of light.

"What are you doing here?" Phineas asked taking deep breaths trying to calm his respiration. Now was not the time to have an asthma attack. "I thought you were on the Dawn Treader"

"So did I" She answered "Then I asked myself what would happen if you didn't make it home. I saw the two sides of the penny: me in a nut house, or my mother emo version." Elle faked a shiver and Phineas smiled remembering he had thought the same earlier that day. He frowned, though, when he felt her wet trousers and shirt. "Elle, why're you..."

"Long story made short" She answered still spying through the narrow opening. "I swam my way here and fought a green smoke monster. You can thank me later, I'm busy watching Caspian being so sassy with his sword."

Phineas giggled and peered too.

"You should be out there fighting." Phineas said "You're good with the sword" He remembered the fencing tournaments of Elle's high school.

Their mother had been so proud when Elle joined the fencing club of her high school.

"In my times in Narnia, I regretted not knowing how to use a sword" Their mother had said "But you'll be prepared when your time comes."

"You know what? I'm going right now to unsubscribe myself" Elle had walked out of the room.

But she didn't quit the club. Phineas could tell she liked it as much as soccer. He also knew that one of the reasons why she had been moody lately was because she had not only been suspended of her regular classes but from the fencing team too. Although it didn't entirely justify her mood, she was always mean when she wasn't out with her friends.

"Nah," She replied her eyes narrowed "back home I spar against teenagers taking out their frustration. These dudes could actually kill me," She looked at him, grimacing "what do you think mother would do to you if I don't come back?"

Phineas actually thought about it. He would say he went to Narnia and Elle had perished in the way, their mother would mourn of course, but she would believe him.

"You know what? Never mind" Elle turned to peer again, the same scenario in her mind.