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Chapter 2 – Hung Up

She awoke to the sound of a roar. She closed her eyes again. It must have been her brother's stupid Roboraptor roaming the house again. She was not a morning person. Especially when she had fallen out of that tree yesterday.

Wait a minute, she thought, I don't have a blanket made out of faux fur. And my bedroom ceiling isn't made out of tent cloth. And...and I did not come home last night... So where am I?

Willing herself to be calm, Sabra opened her eyes again. She sat up slowly in the midst of a dozen fat, fluffy pillows. Disentangling her feet from her fur blankets, she saw that she remained in the same clothes she wore before she... fell. She was still wearing the dame top, the same jeans, and her feet were still clad in Nike. But why was she here?

"Questions with no answers," she said to herself, looking around.

She found a table with a pitcher of warm water, a basin and a fresh change of clothes on it. After washing her face, she unfolded the clothes left for her. No Way. There was no way she was going to wear that- that thing. How could she wear a ball gown with a full frilly skirt in the middle of the day? If she put it on you wouldn't have been able to distinguish the outline of her body. She wouldn't even wear it to a prom, let alone out in the wilderness. She let out a sound of disgust.

"My lady is there something wrong with the dress?" a voice sounded from the entrance flap of the tent.

Sabra gave a start and turned around. A tall man with greasy looking black hair stood before her.

"Where am I?" she blurted out, before anything else could be said, "And who are you?"

"Of course," the man bowed, "but, perhaps everything could be explained at breakfast?"

The man offered his hand but Sabra hesitated. She did not trust this man, but what other choice did she have? She took his hand and was led to another tent in which breakfast was laid out. She seated herself beside the man and helped herself to some bacon. As she ate, she noticed the strange outfit he was wearing, as well as the fact that he carried a sword.

"Where am I?" she repeated, "Why am I here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he grinned in the exact way a cat did after eating the canary. Sabra definitely did not like him now. "Why would Queen Lucy of Narnia be wandering in the Forbidden Forest?"

The words hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Narnia? I'm in Narnia?" she burst out, "That's not possi- and what did you call me?"

"Queen Lucy."

"Am I unconscious or hallucinating or something?" she burst out "There is NO way I am in Narnia or being mistaken for Lucy. Whom I do not even look like for that matter."

The greasy guy frowned.

"You are Queen Lucy," he told her.

"Whatever you say," she said, expecting to wake up at any moment. "Have you noticed I'm not exactly Lucy's skin colour?" she asked, showing him the back of her dark-skinned hand.

"Perhaps you are trying to trick me," he countered.

"Fine," Sabra gave up, "let us say I am Queen Lucy. What do you want then?"

"Let me introduce myself properly. I am Servos and I am to be the next King of Narnia," he said theatrically, but the effect was lost on Sabra, who just stared at him.

"And you are going to make me king," he continued when he did not get a reaction.

This elicited a response. Sabra sat up a little.

"How?" she asked, "I am not going to name you my successor, even if I were queen."

"You will marry me," he stated simply.

Sabra stood up upon hearing that.

"Never," she spat. "Peter and Edmund would not allow it." She hoped.

"By the time we are married," Servos told her, "The High King and his brother will be dead. By that time, my army and I would have stormed Cair Paravel and slit both their throats. Then, at my victory ceremony, you and I shall wed."

"Dream on, creep." she said as she turned to walk out of the tent.

Servos grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Sabra struggled to get out of his grasp but he was too strong.

"If I were you, I would be nice to your future king and husband," he told her, "Maybe I'll spare your brothers."

"If I were you," Sabra spat, "I would go wash that greasy head of mine."

Servos pulled his hand back, as if to slap her, but seemed to change his mind. He snapped his fingers. A minotaur came into the tent. Servos pushed Sabra roughly towards him.

"Bane," Servos said, the creature snapped to attention, "Show to our queen how we treat uncooperativeness."

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This was not how she had pictured herself, if she ever did come to Narnia. She just didn't see it coming; that she would be hanging upside down, by her ankles, from a tree. This is all just a dream, she told herself. However, if it was, why was it taking so long for it to end?

Feeling the blood rush to her head, Sabra wondered if it actually could be true. That she was actually in Narnia. She certainly never had dreams as vivid or as painful as this one. As she crossed her arms over her chest to stop her shirt from slipping over her head, she tried to ignore the rope that was biting into her ankles. Hours and hours went by and Sabra started to get thirsty, and as it started to become dark, she became cold too.

She did not notice when she fell asleep, but she awoke when she heard a commotion in the direction of the camp. Listening hard, she heard the clashing of swords and shields. Deciding to throw caution to the winds, Sabra screamed with all her might, hoping that someone would hear her. When she noticed that there were a few urgent sounding voices coming closer towards her, she shrieked even louder.

"Over here!" she yelled.

In the dim light provided by the moon, she saw a squirrel scuttle up the branch she was hanging from. Praying that it was a talking squirrel, she begged it to help her. By that time, the urgent voices were right beneath her. The squirrel started to gnaw at the ropes at her ankle.

"Help me!" she screamed at the men below.

Then, all of a sudden, the rope holding her up snapped and she fell. Thankfully, she lost consciousness before she hit the ground.