Dan met Susan's eyes with her own full of fear. What had she done? This was the most interactive dream she'd ever had. Dreams had always fascinated Dan in a way she couldn't explain to other people. What kind of little girl liked to go to bed right on her bedtime? What kind of little girl liked naptime? Well Dan had as a child. If she couldn't go out and play with the boys she was going to have a nap and there was no persuading her once she set her mind to something. Dan sighed thinking of all the trouble she'd given her poor mother.

"They're headed this way for sure!" Susan wailed glaring at Dan. Dan shrugged in her defense.

You see in all her denying of Narnia's existence she had quite forgotten that her horn was enchanted. This horn could bring help to her wherever she was. This horn couldn't summon harm upon its queen and wasn't going to start even outside of Narnia. And if we forget that this horn is an inanimate object it might have been wondering exactly where it was for Narnia had come to an end.

"Well this seems like a pretty good time to start running," Dan replied standing up and grabbing her things. "Shall we?"

Dan had starting running before Susan even got a chance to reply. With a huge gasp of breath Susan took off after her.

"Running! Running! Running!" Dan was all but screaming at the top of her lungs as she hurtled down along the side stream.

"Stop yelling! We're being chased! You're going to draw them to us!" Susan tried to shout to Dan but wasn't quite sure if the other girl was hearing her.

Dan had reached a small hill and thrown herself behind it. Susan followed quickly losing the breath she still hadn't recovered from their last running experience. Susan's relief was immediate as she stumbled into the small cave of the other side of the hill. Dan sat hunched at the back of the minute cave. She patted the dirt next to her inviting Susan to the back of the opening.

Susan had just sat down when it seemed like a stampede of mounted warriors ran pass their shelter. Dan was hugging herself as if less surface area would make her less visible if anyone decided to investigate their abode. Susan decided to take a bolder stance and began stringing her bow. With an arrow on the string Susan stood still hunched ready.

"Sure, you get a bow and arrow… and horn… not… fair," Dan muttered next to Susan. Susan rolled her eyes reassuring herself that it was Dan's fault they were in this mess to begin with. Then Dan began to hum. Susan almost twitched from annoyance.

Dan seemed to take a hint and stopped abruptly. They waited for several more minutes in silence. It seemed like hours to Dan. Just sitting there waiting was like some unknown cruel punishment. It was at this point that Dan decided for sure she was being punished for something. She just couldn't quite determine what she'd done to deserve this kind of punishment. This was the most demented dream she'd ever had. Not that she really still believed it was a dream. She fiercely wanted to though.

Susan lowered her bow and started to inch out into the open. Dan followed closely not wanting to lose the protection Susan offered. Turning slowly Dan couldn't see anyone or hear the clopping footsteps of a horse. She relaxed but noticed that Susan hadn't yet. She moved to assure the other girl when she was grabbed forcibly and held tightly. A yelp escaped her lips closely followed by Susan's screams.

"Who are you?" A husky male voice asked.

"Danielle Fey Evans," She replied after what appeared a moment of thought.

"Had to think about it?" The man who was holding her laughed.

"Because answering questions is easy when a man twice your size as you in a death grip. You totally want to give him all the information he asks you," She replied her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You trying to be smart with me girl?" He hissed.

"I am smart. It's you I'm not so sure about," His grip tightened during her last comment.

"They're definitely spies Captain!" Her captor yelled practically picking her up and moving her over to a tall gentleman which a thick build and decked out in a suit of armor. He was missing a helmet to cover his dark almost black hair. Dan gauged his age well into his twenties maybe even brushing thirties.

"We'll take them back to camp," He replied while gracefully slipping onto a chestnut horse. He nodded to Dan's captor who handed Dan to another mounted warrior. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of being taken back to "camp."

Dan found Susan before they started off. Susan was also riding double and glaring daggers at Dan.

Susan had refused to tell the warrior anything and wanted to shake sense into Dan who had seemed to have had an amiable conversation with one of the warriors. Tears had also started streaming down her face again as they headed to the back up along the stream. Her bow and arrow had also been taken away along with her horn. What were they going to do now? This was all Dan's fault.

Despite all her anger Susan couldn't help but notice the beautiful scenery. It seemed to pull at her anger and sadness in a way she couldn't explain. The tall, graceful trees seemed to send calm to her while the wind picked out everything negative she'd felt over the last couple hours. She yearned to share this newfound peace with her family suddenly. The bout of sadness this resulted in reversed the whole process and Susan was crying again. The warrior beyond her didn't even seem to care that his charge was crying.

The horse began to climb the path up a steep hill in front of them. This was past the stop where Susan and Dan had run from. They were exploring new territory now but Susan didn't notice. Her grief had created a cocoon of numbness that kept her pain in and everything else out. A jarring motion jerked her back to reality, or what might have been reality anyway, a young soldier was lifting her from the horse.

These people must be fighting a war, she thought. It was an unexpected thought which startled her. The large tents and bustle of everyone running around reminded her of something from long ago. She couldn't quite place the memory. She'd never been to a war camp before.

The young man who'd lifted her down was leading her over to one of the larger tents to the back of the camp. Dan seemed to be flirting with the warrior leading her. Susan rolled her eyes at the immaturity of the other girl in a situation like this.

They were led into the tent unceremoniously. Dan was humming again with no one to rattle on to. Susan glared at her every time she tried to open her mouth. Dan stopped her humming to pout about the situation then examine her surroundings. Several men stood with their backs to them studying maps and discussing battle plans.

"Find the source of the horn captain?" The youngest asked without even fully turning around. His armor seemed more extravagant than the others except the only one with a helmet on.

"Yes sire," the captain responded from behind Dan. She turned to look in his direction as he spoke. "My men suspect them spies but I believe they should be interrogated more thoroughly."

Turning back to the one addressed 'sire' she noticed that he was only 20 or 21. That made him only 3 or 4 years older than her. He stood facing them now. He was clean-shaven and average height for a man with a muscular build. His attractive face was framed with brown hair that curled slightly. Dan bit her lip reminding herself that she couldn't have every attractive man that walked. Especially ones titled sire.

The other extravagantly armored man turned and pulled off his helmet. His blue eyes met Dan's for a moment before he fully turned.

"Peter!" Susan gasped wrenching herself free. She threw herself onto the boy tears flying from her eyes.

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Isn't Dan horrible? I love writing her. Anyway to comment on her nickname being Dan more than Dani. I think it reflects something of her personality. She thinks she's more tomboyish than she really is.

Poll: Does it annoy people that I switch perspectives so often? If it doesn't I may do it more than I am and with more characters.