Disclaimer- C.S. Lewis owns the land of Narnia and its respective characters.

Aslan's Country by CS June

During the Golden Age of Narnia a young woman is established as Queen of the Western Wild. When a pact is signed between her and the High King Peter of Narnia it appears that they have more in common than just royalty.

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Chapter Five – Tale of a Queen Part 1

Emma sat slumped over the table with her chin resting neatly in her palm as she lightly tapped her finger against her lips. She had always been a very wise and contemplative character at home in England and in Narnia she was no different except, that was, for the fact that her usually contemplative state meant pressing matters of dire importance. Today, however, she was going hunting with the Narnia siblings. Her attire was natural; she wore loose gray pants with tightly woven skinned boots, a dull-colored blouse and a chocolate vest and her hair was wrapped neatly up. Emma took a deep breath of the fresh Narnian air.

She would relish the moment to be free of the burdens of a queen.

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The four Pevensies sat upon their elegant horses as Emma trotted out on her golden mare to greet them.

"Hello!" she said happily.

"Hello!" Each greeted her back.

"Tis' a fine day for a hunt, is it not?" She asked as she settled herself between Edmund and Lucy.

Edmund replied, "It is."

"Hmm." Lucy muttered nonchalantly. "I wonder-" She became silent leaving her companions to glance curiously her way. "Oh, I'll ask you later, Emma. For now, let us ride!" Lucy whipped out her bow and galloped off into the woods, the others not far behind.

The first few minutes of riding produced little results and the quest for prey grew wearisome. At this time Lucy decided to quench her curiosity.

"Emma, if it is all right with you, our brother, Peter, told us that you came from England." She paused. "I do not remember it well... but I know they do." She glanced towards her siblings. "And they are quite curious to know where you came from and how you got here and became established as a queen, but they are much to prudish in their ways of royal standard to ask themselves."

Emma chuckled. "Well, I don't think it a very grand story, compared to your's that is, but I will glady tell you the tale."

The four siblings drew close. "This should be quite interesting!" exclaimed Susan.

"I look forward to it as well," Peter said.

Emma reseated herself. "All right," she began. "It is a long and troublesome story..."

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It was around the year 1000 (In Narnian time) that Emma Mills curiously found herself in Narnia. This was about thirteen years ago from their present hunting trip (At this, Peter interrupted saying that she told him she hadn't been there as long as he, to which she simply shrugged and said 'Forgive me.') It was also the time that the White Witch's power was being to fail over Narnia. She had woken up, or rather "swum up" in Narnia. Emma remembered feeling the dampness about her- it had been a cold and dark place. Her eyes fluttered open as she tried to breathe, but only allowed water to cascade in. In a frenzied panic she swam up, or at least what she thought to be up, and reached the surface gasping for air in the darkness that surrounded her. She waded in the water for minutes, fear engulfing her more and more. No logical thoughts swept across her mind, only chaos.

After finally making up her mind she swam steadily to her right, where, within a few minutes, her feet fell upon a soft surface. She swam quicker now, desperate to get out of the murky swamp and onto familiar dry land. When she had finally pulled her self from the water she fell to her knees, her hair hung in her face and tears began to fall. Where am I? Finally she summoned enough composure to pick herself up and squinted to view her shadowy surroundings. Steadily, her eyes distinguished various objects, Trees? Trees with no leaves? It must be winter- but, it is not cold. She wrapped her arms around; her wet clothes giving her slight chills. Emma took a few hesitant steps forward and noticed her feet were bare. Ah. She frowned. I must continue straight. There must be something here- someone here. At the time, Emma did not realize what good company solitude was, but she was soon to find out. She walked further into the barren woods, careful to step lightly on the broken twigs beneath her feat. Emma shuddered at the eerie quietness that surrounded her, and somehow found herself wishing for some foreign noise. Her wish was soon to be granted.

Her gray eyes caught a slight flicker of light in the distance. She drew to a halt and let out a heavy sigh, not realizing she had been holding her breathe for quite some time. Emma went on, treading lighter this time, toward the light. Soon it was known to her that the light was a fire; the smell of burning cedar ladened her senses. She walked quietly, careful to let the trees and darkness of the woods conceal her from any unwanted attention. After coming closer she was able to make out shadowy figures around the fire and things which looked awfully like tents. Camping? She wondered. Emma stepped behind one of the more larger trees when she came to be just outside the camp ground. Voices talked animately.

"Ya won't believe this one, Aedai!" a rather heavyset man hollered from the corner of the campsite.

A tall and slender man turned to the speaker. The light reveled his square jaw, which was stubbed with hair, and his hair which was short and messy. "You're right." came his airy reply much to the humor of the other men who sat near the fire.

"No really!" The fat man waddled over. "A sight has not been seen in over a hundred years! The east Everwinter is melting!" Everwinter?

Suddenly the laugher died down and a serious mood fell amongst the crowd. "You dare joke, Lassat?" Emma thought their names very peculiar.

"I have seen! I have come from the border! The White Mountains are white no more! Green paints their rocky surface!"

"Impossible." one of the men uttered.

"It has not been so for a long time..."

Several more men spoke up in protest until finally a rather dwarfed man said, "There have been rumors..." He drew the attention of his companions, "That the White Witch has met a formidable enemy."

"But who?" asked the man named, Aedai.

The dwarf-man spoke again. "I shouldn't know! It is only rumors!"

Aedai looked to the fat man, Lassat, again. "Apparently not, if what you say is true."

He nodded furiously. "It is!"

Emma was quite confounded by all of this. The White Witch? She wondered momentarily if she were in England at all. Suddenly a twig snapped and she had no time to turn around as heavy arms grabbed her from behind and clasped her mouth shut. A cold object lodged at her throat, a sear of pain shot through her as the blade dug into her skin. All the men stood alert as Emma was dragged by her oppressor into the light, the bade still digging deeper into her neck. Her screams muffled.

Emma dared not breathe, the blade was held much to close to her neck. Her hearted raced and tears flowed as her brain screamed for oxygen. Her view grew hazy as the man, Aedai began to speak to her. She made no attempt to reply as her legs grew wobbly. From the corner of her eye she caught a plump little woman emerge from a tent. She screamed at the men.

"Release her! She's but a child!"

The man holding her muttered and released Emma who fell to the ground.

She felt gentle hands pull her up, and the last thing she remembered was the soft brown eyes and fiery red hair of her savior. Emma fell limp in her arms, thankful and unconscious.

Thanks for reading and mad props goes to my good friend and genius beta- Natalie. If you like Harry Potter fics go check out her Draco/Ginny one at her profile xxnatalie You won't be disappointed!

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-C.S. June