A/N Ok, here's the next chapter. My writing has been thrown off i guess, so this chapter really really sucks. I apologize for any dissappointment this may have caused, but i have a real tendancy to screw up stories.
Disclaimer: I just realize that i have forgotten to put disclaimers on all of my previous chapters. I own only the girl from the ice palace, and anyone else that C.S. Lewis did not write about.
The days went by, very slowly, and the girl still hadn't woken up. By the third day, however, color had returned to her pale face and arms. Susan and Peter had been able to get her to swallow liquids, but Peter was still blaming himself for her condition. He slept no more then an hour a day, and ate next to nothing. He also never left the girls bed side, no matter how Susan persuaded him. Lucy and Edmund were having many curious thoughts about Peter's whereabouts, and Susan was having a hard time keeping them secret. She told them that he needed to sort out many things from the pervious chaos of Narnia.
It was the girls 7th day of being at Cair Paravel when she finally awoke. Luckily, both Peter and Susan were there for it. She opened her eyes, and was immediately unsure of her location. "Where am I? Who are you?" then looking at Peter, "Have I met you before?"
"Calm down, your safe now," reassured Susan. "My name is Susan Pevensie, and this is my brother, Peter. He rescued you from the castle of the White Witch, and brought you here to Cair Paravel. We have been looking after you for quite some time now, are you feeling well enough to answer some questions?"
"Yes, I think I am. Thank you very much for the hospitality."
"Alright, how much do you remember of being rescued?" asked Susan.
"All I remember is someone taking me out of the castle, then a little bit of warmth, and I remember someone talking to me, and begging me to wake up. Next thing I remember is someone blaming him self for my situation, he begged for a sign, so I touched his hand."
"Alright, it was Peter who brought you from the castle, and talked to you, and it was him who asked for a sign. He hasn't left your side since he brought you back." Susan left the room briefly to go and get some water when the girl began to cough. Peter pulled his chair in closer to the bed. He then extended his hand towards the girl.
"It is finally time that we get to meet. I am Peter Pevensie." The girl shook the offered hand and responded.
"My name is Rebecca Marlowe, thank you once again for saving my life." The girl lay back down on the bed, but didn't close her eyes. Susan re-entered with three glasses of water. "If I might ask, what are you?" Rebecca posed this question to mean were they humans, or otherwise.
"Oh, forgive me, we are humans, not something that Narnia gets to often I guess. We were transported here through a wardrobe," explained Peter "And yourself?"
"Oh my god, I thought that I was the only one here!"
"Do you mean to say that you came through the wardrobe to?" asked Susan.
"No, I didn't come through the wardrobe, but I did come from the human world. I was at a foster home somewhere in Ireland, and it was my first time there, and my 5th home. I was walking around, and a painting in one of the rooms just sucked me in I guess." A strange look of relief spread across the girl's face, and she looked much more at ease with Peter and Susan. The three sat in silence for a few minutes. Peter wondering about the prophecy, if maybe there were supposed to be five of them. Susan wondering about whether or not now was a good time to tell Lucy and Ed about their guest, and Rebecca wondering what was going to happen.
Susan's wonderings were answered when the complete silence was disturbed by Lucy barging into the room. She quickly stopped, then looked at the scene in disbelief. Edmund followed closely behind her, just as confused as Lucy. "What's going on?" Edmund asked after a few moments of disbelief.