Hello! Well here is the second chapter of For Tomorrow. The title will make sense near the end, I think, yeah probably. In the Author's Note in the first chapter, I said that the Pevensies will appear in this chapter, but in the final editing, only two of them show up. Anyway, I'll be giving their ages, so as not to mix things up. It's the second year of their rule, so they're fairly quite young still. Also, I'm going with the movie ages.

High King Peter the Magnificent – 16

Queen Susan the Gentle – 15

King Edmund the Just – 13

Queen Lucy the Valiant – 11

Now on with the story! JEnjoy! And please review after!

Chapter Two

It was blistering hot. Juliet sat down on top of a large rock, fanning herself with her hand. Will sat down next to her with a book. She grumbled about sharing the space but shifted a little.

Will glanced at her as he turned a page from his book, "You know, Jules, you should cool your head a little"

"And your point is, Archibald?"

"Your hot head is causing all this heat" Will replied.

Juliet glared at him, "Shut up, Archibald"

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" Will asked her conversationally.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Juliet shot back. She stood up suddenly. "I'm going for a walk, if you don't mind"

Will nodded happily, "Don't stray too far, Juliet"

She didn't answer, but just walked on straight ahead. Juliet found the stream not at all cooling while you merely stand by beside it. She contemplated about going in but decided she would not. She thought it too fussy to wring out her hem or explain the stains in her socks if she waded in. Juliet continued on further down the bank of the stream, just observing the surroundings.

It was not all fun, however. Truly, Juliet was one for self-pity, and she only thought of the heat and instead of what was around her. She barely realized that the sounds of children talking and splashing were sounding further and further away with each step she took.

Her interest was attracted by a cave that seemed to be the root of the stream. Juliet wasn't afraid of the dark, even when she was a little girl. Something just seemed to beckon her towards it – something magic. Of course, Juliet didn't admit that what she felt pulling her towards the cave was something magic, she would claim mere curiosity.

Before she knew it, she had already stepped inside. Her eyes were flooded with the darkness ahead, and she looked for her torch in the small bag she had brought with her. Juliet quickly found it and turned it on, blinking at the sudden brightness. She continued her exploration of the cave.

This might be actually fun and intriguing after all, Juliet thought as she shone the light on the cave walls and ceiling. She stepped further in the cave, but looked back outside. Juliet decided that she wouldn't be missed for a long time and promptly turned her back.

Juliet didn't know how long she walked – it seemed to be an awfully long cave. She found cave paintings on the wall, which became numerous once she entered the deepest parts of the cave. Juliet found it odd that almost all of them featured a lion – and how strange! There were also cave paintings of dwarfs, fauns and centaurs!

Her torch shone on words that seemed to have been painted on the wall next to four painted figures:

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone

Sits on Cair Paravel enthroned

The evil time will be over and done

There was another one, right beside a painting of a lion:

When Aslan bares his teeth

Winter meets its death

When he shakes his mane

We shall have spring again

Juliet couldn't really understand what the words meant. It was either a poem or a prophecy – a prophecy! Of course it wasn't a prophecy, unless lunatics lived in this cave or some cult that had been unknown to humans before. She supposed that the lion was called Aslan – another strange name. These people must've hated winter – didn't they ever celebrate Christmas?, Juliet thought. But of course, Christmas has never been quite the enjoyable thing for the past years – there's no hope in that holiday anymore.

Further, there was another inscription:

She who carries a heart of gold and ruby

With the purest of souls and with honesty

Shall help bring down the worst of the cursed

Only if she truly believes

And knows that she is worthy

This one was more mind boggling than the others. Juliet wondered if the people who lived here had made fake prophecies for fun. And what on earth was Narnia? She was completely sure that the people here were bat crazy. She was distracted from the rest of the paintings when she saw a blinding light ahead of her.

And then the cave was gone, and she was standing in the middle of the forest.

Before she could take any further steps, a young boy emerged from the trees, riding a brown horse.

The two of them stared at each other.

"Why, it's a daughter of Eve!"

No, it was not the boy who said that.

It was the boy's horse.

As soon as she heard those words, Juliet did the one thing that seemed reasonable.

She fainted.

Juliet woke up to a pounding headache. She opened her eyes and saw a white, fancy-looking ceiling.

Where am I?, she thought hazily.

"Miss?"

Juliet looked in the direction of the voice. It was a beaver. A beaver was talking to her. She had to repeat that in her head a few times for her to fully understand it.

"Are you alright dear? Is there something on my face?" the beaver patted her – well, she guessed it as a her since the voice sounded feminine and motherly – face as if there was something on it.

"You're a beaver" Juliet said blankly, stating the obvious. "You're not supposed to talk"

The beaver laughed, "Oh, it's quite normal here, dear. I am guessing you have come from the same world as the Kings and Queens – Spare Oom?"

"Oh God, oh God, this must be a joke" Juliet muttered. "This is just a dream. This is just a dream"

She screamed when she felt a furry hand touch her arm and she scuttled off the bed, flattening herself against the mahogany wardrobe on the other side of the room. "Stay away from me you – you furry little rat thing!"

The beaver placed her hands on her hips like a normal human would, further terrifying Juliet, "Why, how rude! Didn't your mother ever teach you manners, dear?"

In a different situation, if the beaver was a normal human being, Juliet would've replied, "Rudeness is a manner that I find makes a very large impression on people – and making large impressions is something that I strive to achieve"

But of course this time, Juliet could only squeak and watch as the beaver walked over to her.

"I said stay away from me!" Juliet screeched. "Don't you dare put your dirty little paws on me or I'll turn you into a coat!"

The door suddenly opened, and a beautiful girl who seemed to be on the verge of womanhood entered. She had long dark hair and blue eyes.

"Whatever is the matter here?" she asked.

The beaver bowed, "I think this girl here has gotten a little shock, Your Majesty" she explained, looking obviously miffed at the words Juliet had screamed at her.

The girl nodded, "Let me"

The beaver bowed again and left the room, casting a wary glance at Juliet.

"Hello" the girl smiled at Juliet.

"Is it supposed to talk?" Juliet asked – it was the only thing in her head that weren't silent screams at the moment.

The girl laughed, "Yes, well, you'll find many creatures of that kind here in Narnia"

Narnia. She had seen that word a few times on the cave walls – was this Narnia? Oh God, this had to be a dream. Juliet sat back down on the bed slowly.

"It called you Your Majesty" Juliet said. "What are you?" She had somehow earned back some of her haughtiness and rudeness.

The girl frowned at Juliet's rudeness, but it disappeared into a smooth smile. "I am Susan, a Queen of Narnia. I rule Narnia with my brothers, High King Peter and King Edmund, and my sister, Queen Lucy"

"You're joking" Juliet's voice was filled with disbelief. "You must absolutely be joking. Narnia doesn't exist. I must've hit my head somewhere and its effect is this horrible dream"

The girl – Susan – laughed gently. "No, no. Narnia is real, but only a select special few from Spare Oom have gone here. My siblings and I are an example"

"I'm not special!" Juliet practically sobbed. "I'm not mad! I want to go back home"

"I'm sorry" Susan said sympathetically, placing a hand on Juliet's shoulder, "But we don't exactly know from where you arrived, my brother Edmund had said that you had merely appeared from the bottom of a cliff"

Tears were forming on Juliet's eyes as she felt something akin to suffocation. She had to go home.

Susan sighed softly, "You'll get used to it here" she smiled gently, "What's your name?"

"Juliet" she answered carelessly, staring at the golden silk covers.

"Don't worry" Susan squeezed Juliet's hand softly, "We'll find a way for you to get home, unless Aslan has a reason for bringing you here"

Juliet looked up at her, "Please" she muttered. It seemed to be the first time in ages that she had truly meant those words. "I have to go home – I don't care about Allan or whoever he is or why he brought me here – I need to go back!"

"Aslan" Susan corrected her gently. "He is the great Lion, and he always seems to have reasons for these things – well, that's what my sister, Lucy says"

"You people are mad" Juliet stated simply. "Talking beavers and horses and kings and queens and a lion named Allan"

Susan didn't bother correcting her this time. "Rest" she told the girl. "You'll be in a better mood once you get some"

Juliet sighed. When Susan closed the door, Juliet turned to look at the window. It could easily let someone perch on it. She got up and walked over to it, looking down at the ground – it did not seem too high. Juliet looked back at the gold covers.

No way was she staying here in this crazy place – and she had a plan on how to leave.

Yeah, I don't know how to rhyme. Does the new prophecy thing suck? Or just the prophecy in general? (I was never good in poems) Please tell me what you think of this chapter! Also shout out to all those great reviewers – PopRockyShawty and Olorien (did I spell it right? XD). BANANAS!

- TheMissingBananaSock