"What a tiresome morning," I noted as I sat down for lunch. I was quite tired from all of the sparring. I still did not get it! It seemed so simple whenever Ed or Peter did it! Everything I knew had just left and now I'm getting used to Narnia. It was so unfamiliar, but it seemed like I had been there before.

"Yes. Lady Jenna here," Peter pointed towards me. "Has made much progress in the art of yielding a sword. She is a much faster learner than I myself was. It took me months to get where she is now." Then, he began to eat the delicious meal of lamb that sat in front of us.

"Oh really?" I smiled after I said this. It was just a playful comment. Peter nodded with food in his mouth. Thank Aslan it didn't spit everywhere... "What are we doing this afternoon?"

"We are staying back here and having a meeting about Jadis. You and Lucy are going to tend to the gardens or do whatever pleases you!" Edmund answered this rather quickly. He seemed to be lying.

"Alright. I'm not going to do that. You're not having that meeting; I can tell." I kicked Ed from under the table and smiled at him lightly.

"Okay fine...but that really hurt! We're actually going to do whatever wee feel like doing. We don't have anything planned. Your freedom has been regained Jen."

"Thank you so much Kings and Queens!" I got out of my seat, curtsied, and skipped off to my room.

As I sat down on my bed, I began to think. Narnia was a lovely place, it was so regal and royal, so not me. Honestly, I didn't deserve to be friends with Kings and Queens, much less a princess myself. Did they like me, or pity me since the day I met them I was alone at Susan and Lucy's school. At a young age I had become quite brawny, not as girly as anyone would expect. I knew that my life was somewhat of a dead end, until now. Did I deserve the term 'Princess'? Did I deserve an ending like Peter's? No I did not believe I did. Edmund wanted me to be known as Princess Jenna the Loving. Why did he want loving? Why not interesting, or sweet? Edmund was amazing but did I deserve a friend like him? No, not me. I didn't deserve anything in this world. It was too amazing.

I laid down on my bed and watched the sunset as I began to drift off.

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I woke up in a place unexpected, unfamiliar. This is great, my first day in Narnia and I have no idea where I am and how I got here. I turned around to a pale face and a large body structure. Who was this woman? Why was she so pale? Why am I with her? Why is it so cold? All of these questions were racing through my mind.

"Jenna. You are here to help me save Narnia, to return it to its rightful owner, me. You will then become my princess. My name is Jadis, and there is something you must know about yourself. After you had wished to be human, which I am positive you do not remember, you had lost everything you ever remembered of Narnia. With this, you also lost your goat legs. In this process, you actually did gain something. The fate of Narnia is in your hands. You have powers, not only the power of leadership over Narnia, but the power of the witch. You ARE a witch. We do not yet know what your powers are but we shall learn. Mine are ice, yours may very well be water, earth, wind and," she paused slowly for a second with a cold glare in her eyes and then continued, "Fire. We will soon learn, but in the meantime you will train with me every time you fall asleep. Fear not Jenna, I am on your side. I am good."

"So Jadis, what you're saying is, only a fellow witch can train another witch. Are we alone?" She nodded at my question. Well this was nice. I'm in Narnia, apparently where I'm from, and I'm still in fact isolated; much like I am at home in Finchley. I was quite excited for the training but since I did not yet now m powers, I had to wait for the training. I was ready, prepared, even for the worst.

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I awoke that morning in the room I had fallen asleep in. Am I being taught telepathically? Or physically but transported? I slowly got off of the mattress and put on a nice tunic and leggings. Purple was beautiful on me, or so I thought. It flattered my beautiful, wavy, golden locks. I seemed quite conceited after thinking this. Then, I walked across the hall to see Peter. His room was quite similar to mine. They seemed, in a word, unaltered. Everything seemed to be original. The gold curtains with a red Aslan were astounding. Mine were an invert of his, red curtains with a gold Aslan. I had red sheets, his were gold. They were exactly the same except his room was neat and tidy. Mine on the other hand was covered in my belongings. Tunics, dresses, and whatnot were everywhere, courtesy of me.

"High King,"I said as I knocked on the door. "May I enter?"

"Yes you may, I am dressed." I walked inside and looked at Peter. His face seemed disheveled, his hair untidy. He was fretting about something.

"Are you worried about anything? Is there a way I can help?" I looked into his eyes deeply. I started to hear him talk again but it seemed quieter.

"Where were you last night? Where did you go?" All the questions seemed mixed together into one large muffle of words.

"Last night? I just went for a walk..." I ruffled his hair around and smiled.

"How did you know that's what I was worried about?" He looked at me astounded. Could I read minds? Was this part of my powers?

"I'm not sure. I just guessed..." I walked out the door, even my mouth gaping open. I didn't believe that I could, but was it possible? Anything was possible here...