The Dauntless

This will be a crossover with something that is in my own brain so sorry ahead of time. The first chapter is going to be a lot of boring information trying to set things up for later. So sorrry.

I own nothing, blah blah blah.

Chapter One: Holding Tight

Marcella took a shallow breath as two brick walls of men walked by. Civilians in tropical climates wear linen pants, shorts, crop tops, and shoes with their toes hanging out. These men were dressed for combat in a tropical climate, linen pants the same shade as the trees and bushes that were just outside. Thick soled boots that were meant to keep their feet safe, and green scarves draped over their shoulders, ready to be pulled up and protect their head before they go outside. Marcella was dressed as they were, only she wasn't one of them. Playing for the other team, as it were.

Marcella Donavon, Commander General Amon Donavon's eighth child; but only daughter; is a spy. The word "spy" is a loose term. In 2024, the governments of all the countries suddenly stopped trusting each other, mostly due to the United States fault. So to still be ready for the end of the world, but not push the doomsday buttons quite just yet. The Combatant Initiative was started. This took agreeing families, orphans, and people who were a little too chaotic for normal civilian life, and place them in the middle-of-nowhere camps where they train. All day, every day, they train to become weapons to use against countries. There they are trained to be never seen, never heard, and never fail. And that was nearly sixty years ago.

Marcella was in an E & D squad.

Extraction and Demolition that is.

And duct taped around her left thigh, was the object she was meant to extract. A small flash drive, with who knows what on it. And now, she must look like she's meant to just waltz out of here with the item.

In an awful green linen outfit. Her dark hair braided back, rifle over her shoulder, and a false look of bravado and a real look of irritation on her face. The sirens hadn't gone of, so Marcella knew that she still could take her time in acting as if she belonged before she needed to book it.

"It's been a good day, eh?" one of the brick walled men asked as they sauntered by.

"Yeah, nice and rainy," the other man replied.

"And humid," snarked Marcella. She knew the importance of blending in, even if it costed her extra time. The more she seemed like one of them, the less likely they were to chase after her.

"Aint that right!" Laughed the first man. Marcella continued on her way. As she reached the door she gave the men and one woman a half smile and small nod as she signed a random name on the scratch pad. It didn't matter what she wrote. She climbed in through a window. They had no record of her going in, so it didn't matter what she wrote going out. As long as it wasn't her real name. Leto Malak would be checking out, but never back in.

Just as she passed through the main gate the alarms began to sound. Marcella took one last look across her shoulders and made a break for it into the jungle. She ran for a mile and a half before she began ducking quietly for the jungle. Rule number one, get some distance then vanish.

Quietly walking through the jungle Marcella listened for the sounds of being chased. At the two mile point she dug her pack out from underneath a tree. A gap existed between the mossy soil of the ground, and the thick bark of some roots. Tucked back far enough to hide from prying eyes. Before throwing it over her shoulders she removed the map from the inside. Nothing was marked, but she knew how to find her location on it based on landmarks, and knew where her pickup point was based on more landmarks.

Marcella kept walking, even as she began to notice the terrain turning from tropical to forest. The humidity dropped and the air turned cold. She kept walking, until she spotted snow.

The ground became icy, and as Marcella stepped into a clearing, she became more confused.

The world around her was not the tropical island she was supposed to be on. But rather an ice covered forest, the unbelievable kind that would be on the Christmas cards that Civilians sent to their families. For a few moments she allowed herself to be in awe of the scene around her. Before she was confused as to what had happened.

Worm hole? Portal? How the hell? I gotta get back...

Three times Marcella looped back around from the clearing and where she thought she came from.

"God damn it!" Marcella shouted as she kicked at a rock, "How did I even end up here?!" She had just sat down on the rock to sit and think when she heard voices. She quickly ducked over the opposite side of the rock. Hoping that she would remain unseen to the oncoming slaught of people.

"No, I'm telling you General. I heard a voice." The voice was gravely, as if they desperately needed a drink of water.

"I don't see anyone, but I certainly smell something." Another voice said.

"Follow it." A third commanded. Marcella's eyes widened, she reached in her bag quietly hoping to remain completely silent to whomever was going to 'sniff' her out. Just as her slender fingers reached around a canister of pepper, a wolf came into sight. Marcella's opposite hand reached to her right side, where her sword was hidden within the sheath on her leg. She dared not move much faster, to her knowledge the wolf was just a wolf. And it didn't seem to be angry or upset, as far as her knowledge of wolves went. Surely the ears would be down and the tail tucked, this one had none of the indicators.

"General! There's a girl!" The wolf shouted. Marcella fell back onto her butt after hearing the shout, she couldn't believe what she heard. But sure enough two other wolves, all gray and white colored, but one was more gray than the others, appeared from around the rock. Marcella pulled her hand out of her bag, and clutched her the handle to her sword, not yet drawing it. The full gray wolf ducked its head, and inspected her.

"You're right. It it is a girl. A daughter of Eve. What is your name child?" The wolf asked as it attempted to circle Marcella. There was no time to respond, not that Marcella was going to respond. When four large figures ambushed them out of the woods. Two large half-horse, half-human figures and two half-goat, half-human figures. All brandishing large swords, all giving out war cries as they ambushed the three wolves. Marcella took her chance and darted off into the forrest.

"Get her!" Shouted someone from behind her. Marcella didn't want to give them the chance. She zigzagged her way through the woods. Twice she skidded on ice, but found her footing soon enough. She figured she was far enough away when something scooped her up off her feet. She was unable to stifle her shout of surprise when strong hands held her by a single foot. She was two feet above the ground, and everything was upside down.

"LET ME DOWN!" Marcella demanded. The centaur was large, with dark hair and light eyes.

"I will let you down, if you won't run." The centaur rumbled, Marcella weighed her options.

"I thought as much." The centaur stated, he continued to hold Marcella by her ankle as they listened to the sounds of battle going on nearby. Until one of the Fauns came running through the brush.

"Juno! The wolves are gone! Oreius wishes to regroup!" The Fawn then turned to lead the way. Marcella could feel her head beginning to feel light as the blood continued to rush down. However, Juno did not seem to mind as he continued to hold her out as he walked.

"So.. Juno is it?" Marcella asked, she could see him look down towards her face, but he only nodded in the affirmative. "Juno, my man. I have a question, and feel free not to answer." Marcella then waited, letting her arms dangle to the forest floor. Juno began to look towards her instead of glancing. "When you're walking through the forest, is it truly walking? Or is it more of a trot?" The fawn snickered, and Marcella felt the grip on her ankle lighten as Juno digested the words. At the same time, she felt a root beneath her fingers.

Marcella gripped the root tightly and swung. Her ankle broke free of Juno's grip and her body slammed onto the ground. But she did not allow herself to be too stunned by the impact. Instead she flung her body forward. Through Juno's legs and into the brush. Thinking ahead she knew that while Juno might struggle through the heavy brush, the Fawn might not. Behind her she could hear them shouting about her escape. But she did not stop herself. She continued down through the snow, through the dead brush. She could hear them running behind her, but she continued to zig zag her way through the woods. She caught a glimpse of gold at one point but attributed it to all of the blood that was pounding from her brain to the rest of her body.

Marcella had cut through to a clearing and spotted a river, she knew that if she could cross it she had a chance of loosing them in the second wood. But halfway through crossing the river she was caught by her shoulder. Marcella stepped back and allowed herself to slide in the river's muddy floor. She gripped the arm of the fawn that had caught up with her and pushed them forward. Effectively plunging him into the waters. Juno had caught up with her as well, he reached for his characteristic right ankle, but this time she was ready. Marcella cut to the left then ducked under his arm, catching the underside of it with the dagger she had fished out from her right side. Juno grunted in pain, but could not reach her with his right arm. As he went to right himself, she slid, moving to the opposite side of his body. As large and strong he was, she was small and light. The fawn reached for her back left arm and Marcella ducked once more. Slicing part of his arm as she moved around him. Juno went to pull his long sword out from his back. And Marcella slid underneath him once more, headed back towards the wood she'd come from. As Marcella went to cut one of his legs she spotted a second set of large arms two seconds too late, and slid right into them. This time they gripped her by her shoulders, and when she kicked into the chest of this centaur, she did not budge. He just gripped her arms tighter, and his dark eyes bore into her forest green eyes.

"Calm child. We mean you no harm." The centaur commanded, he then looked at Juno and the Fawn and chuckled. "Not that you can't take care of yourself." Marcella attempted to kick off his chest once more.

"If you mean me no harm then let me go!"

"Very well." The large centaur then plopped Marcella on Juno's back, and snagged the dagger from her hand.

"Do not loose her this time Juno, it is a short way back to camp." Juno grumbled, and Marcella looked at the detail of the steel on his back. Vine work, but with a crest of a lion on it. Gorgeous work, really. But Marcella and Juno were both essentially pouting at this point. Her to have been caught again, and him to have the human who cut him on his back.

"What is your name, Daughter of Eve?" The large centaur asked. They were hiking through the wood. Juno was ensuring to push branches far enough back for them to avoid hitting her as well. Marcella almost felt bad for cutting him.

"What?" Marcella asked.

"Your name. What do we call you? I am Oreius, General of Aslan's Army. You seem to be aquatinted with Juno, my Lieutenant, and Mycah, one of my Officers." Oreius spoke.

"Marcella. My name is Marcella." Oreius nodded.

"Marcella, means warrior. A name befitting for someone who was successfully getting away from Juno for a second time." Oreius chuckled, and Marcella could almost imagine the look of disgust on Juno's face. It made her smile for a second.

"The others are Argo, Eris, and Helios." Two fawns and another centaur nodded as their names were spoken. Argo and Eris were both the same size as Mycah, but their hair more blond to Mycah's aburn. Helios was smaller than Juno and Oreius, his hair light and his eyes dark. They all wore red tunics under silver armor with the crest of the lion.

"We are all in Aslan's Army." Oreius explained

"Who is Aslan?" Marcella asked.

"She doesn't know who Aslan is?" Argo asked. Marcella did a half turn- Juno reached back and gripped her leg, as if she were about to jump off.

"I'm sorry, half a day ago I was in a jungle, not a forest. And the year was 2061, I'm sure that is not the year here. Wherever 'here' is. I don't know where I am or what's going on. I just know that I've been chased by you guys and wolves that talk. Which might not be weird for you, but animals don't talk where I'm from. Also centaurs and fawns are kinda a myth so you guys are also blowing my mind."

"Blowing your mind?" Eris asked. Marcella huffed.

"It's a figure of speech." Eris and Argo both hummed in understanding. Juno released her leg, he and Mycah both looked slightly ashamed.

"I apologize for not explaining things sooner. You are in Narnia, we do not keep track of what year it is, but it is not whatever 2061 you are speaking of. We are in the Rule of Jadis, and are currently at war to free us of her winter. Aslan is our Emperor. He is the rightful ruler of Narnia." Oreius spoke.

"Who is Jadis?"

"Jadis is the current Queen of Narnia. This is her eternal winter." Oreius gestured around them. The snow coated trees looked still, but serene.

"Eternal winter?" Marcella asked.

"Yes, it has been this way since her rule began. My people tell stories of when the lands were green, and the skies blue. Of plants of all colors around. With Aslan, we shall have that back." Oreius replied, Marcella looked around, the place was serene decked in white. The place would be a paradise with color. As the group topped a hill, Marcella understood just how much of a paradise Narnia was.