Disclaimer: Lets see, is my name Clive? No.

Note from the Co-Author: This is Kristin (IridescentEpiphany) here to contribute my part. From this chapter onward it will go vice-versa between your two lovely narrators. So the next chapter will be one of Bees. Then mine, and so on and so forth. My updates will probably take a little longer because I am a perfectionist and degrade my writing to the lowest level I can achieve. I already hate this, and I haven't even started yet. Bee on the other hand, can somehow manage to write a beautiful chapter in two days and be proud of it.

So I dedicate this chapter to Bee, just because you can do that.

(I do dedications. Be nice and review and you'll get a chapter dedicated to you. I'm not sure if Bee does this, but from what I've seen so far, no)

Sorry that this took so long. (Almost two months!) But I'm usually really busy in the last two months before school starts. I'll update faster from now on. Promise. Now, into Narnia we go...

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My heart began to race at the sound of that bell. A terrible fear, unmatched by any that I ever felt before lurched from my stomach. I wanted to run. To get away from that awful ringing that was resounding off the walls of my mind like a roughly hit ping-pong ball. I took a step backwards and stumbled.

I shut my eyes, and pressed my hands to my temples. I thought I fell to my knees, but couldn't be sure anymore. Nothing else existed expect that terrible fear. And then, like a huge weight being pulled of my shoulders, it was gone. Replaced by infinite relief. The feeling came back to my arms, and I let them fall to my side. My face was wet with tears, although I didn't remember crying.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open and felt a new kind of horror. Where was I?

Green... everywhere. It was so beautiful... and so unfamiliar. Taking a deep breath, I looked around further. I was in a forest. Massive trees with moss covered trunks reached up to scrape the surface of cheerful blue sky. The ground was made of soft brown pine needles and old leaves. For a minute, I had so many thoughts and questions swirling around my mind that I couldn't make a single one out, and so I stood there, swaying gently.

"Lori!"

Was that my name? Oh yes, it was. Who...?

"Lori! Over here!" I turned towards the voice, hardly daring to believe that it was really Ethel. And it was. And Alan was there too. And Benjamin. In a flash, I snapped back into reality. I felt as though I had been hit by a truck. My hands shook violently. Ethel made it to me first. Her face was relaxed. Peaceful. Happy.

"Ethel?" My voice was ridiculously weak. "Where...?" I gestured at out surroundings.

"I dunno..." she said, shaking her head. "But isn't it wonderful?" She grinned at the trees as though she was four, and they were lollipops. I looked at her in disbelief. This was not wonderful. We had been abducted by extraterrestrials. It had to be obvious. There was no other explanation.

"Ethel. This is not wonderful." I told her sternly, my tone stronger now that I had a good idea of what had happened. Strangely, I wasn't scared. There was something about the place that was strangely relaxing, and it was beginning to take its toll on me. I tried to fight it to no avail. "Ethel, I think we've been abducted by aliens." I told her in a whisper, afraid that we were being watched.

Benjamin and Alan came up behind Ethel, identical amazement on both of their faces. Benjamin looked at me quizzically when he heard my theory.

"That's unlikely," he replied with a sniff. I glared at him.

"Well what do you think has happened?"

"I don't know," he said with a shrug. Alan remained silent, his mouth slightly parted, he pointed to something behind me.

"Get away!" I shrieked; sure that he was trying to warn me of an alien that was attempting to eat my head, but there was nothing there. Ethel put a hand to my arm for reassurance.

"There's nothing there," she said, and stared back at Bennet, her eyes gleaming with his death. He shook his head rapidly and continued to gesture wildly.

"Can't you talk?" Benjamin asked him, eyes wide.

"L-look," Alan coughed out. "Above the t-trees!"

Everyone looked up now, and saw exactly what was there. A huge bird. Bigger than any eagle I'd ever seen and it had four legs and a cruel, sharp looking beak that extended from its face like a rapier.

"Ha!" I shouted weakly. "I told you! We're on an alien planet... w- with bird aliens..."

"Lori!" Ethel said sharply, turning me around to face her. "Calm down! Listen to what you are saying!" I took a few deep breaths, my heart fluttering wildly against my chest. There was just no way... something like that could be in Bristol.

"It's a griffon," said Benjamin, his eyes flowing the thing's enormous wings. Ethel glanced at it again.

"I think you're right," she replied with a small nod, then a small crease appeared between her eyebrows. "Where's Bennet?"

"Huh?" I looked turned to the spot where Alan had previously been. He wasn't there. "They got him..." I whispered, my eyes growing huge again.

"No they didn't, Lori! There are no aliens!"

"How do you know? You don't know where we are ether!" I shouted. All normal sense had fled my mind. My body was under high alert.

"I might..." Ethel replied thoughtfully, lowering her voice and eyes.

"Hey. We should probably try and find him..." said Benjamin, looking at me uncertainly.

"Why? He ran away on his own." Ethel replied bitterly.

"No," said Benjamin in an unusually sharp voice. "We don't know where we are, so we want to stick together."

Ethel shrugged in silent defeat and led the way into some already parted brush where Alan must have slipped off. I followed timidly, my eyes flickering from side to side. I wasn't going to let my guard down.

Our small party wavered down a small path in the forest where the dirt patches had been indented with a sneaker print. I saw it first, while Ethel and Benjamin were looking downwards.

"A flag?" Both heads shot up at my words. There was indeed a flag, wavering in the breeze only a few yards in from of us. It was mounted on a stone wall. Whether this wall belonged to a ruin or a garden barrier was left unknown, for the forest thickened on out left and right, and their branches obscured vision upwards. Our only choice was to continue straight ahead.

Up close, we could see the crest that had been sewn onto the flag. A great golden lion and the unfamiliar word 'archenland'.

"At least we know the place is inhabited," Benjamin said optimistically.

"Yes, by vicious carnivores," I mumbled to myself.

"Hey! Look at this..." Ethel had been running her hand along the long wall, and now she was bent down low to examine a small wooden handle protruding from the stone. Upon even closer inspection, we could see that there was a small door there, built almost seamlessly into the stone. And painted the very same colour as the wall. Without a word, eyes shining with curiosity, Ethel took hold of the handle and yanked. It swung open soundlessly. The opening was just large enough for one to crawl through, and that's exactly what Ethel did, dropping to her hands and feet and squeezing in.

"Are you crazy!" I yelped, staring in disbelief at her feet disappearing into the narrow gap.

"Come on!" Her voice was muffled, but the words were very clear. Benjamin didn't hesitate to follow, and soon he was gone after her. Torn, I crouched down to peer inside. Besides Benjamin's feet, I could only see darkness. It was a tunnel, and it smelling vaguely of the type of tobacco my grandfather used to smoke. Hesitantly, I scooted inside after them, Through the huge wall of paranoia that I had built up on the way through the forest, a small tingle of curiosity filled the tips of my fingers where they scrapped the hard ground as we crawled like worms through the passageway. Bennet was far from my mind at that moment. I had given up aliens a little while ago. Now, all that mattered was what could be at the end.

"I see something!" Ethel's cramped voice came from the front and we stopped. "Shh..." She hissed, although no one had said anything.

"What's this?" A new and completely unfamiliar voice rang through the narrow tunnel. "Humans? Wha' are doing in this tunnel? This tunnel's 'specially for the dwarf workers, ya know."

"Um... yes, we're sorry, but... uh..."

"Well ge' out of there, wouldja."

Benjamin started moving forward again and I followed, my heart rapidly beating yet again. Suddenly, we were all three scrambling to out feet in a room almost as dark as the tunnel, yet one hundred times as huge. A loud mumbling filled the space. One of clanging and banging and low voices. My nose detected the heavenly sent of roast pig and chicken and soups. We were in a kitchen, filled with busy little men in funny looking apron type garments. Their long hair and unruly beards we tied up into neat little buns, causing them to look even more comical.

"Dwarves..." I breathed in almost disbelief. Many beady eyes were now transfixed on us and I shuddered, amazed at the sight.

"Oi! Who are you now?" All three of us jumped at the dwarf's doubting voice. He had black wiry hair and was missing several teeth. Despite his slightly intimidating appearance, Ethel crouched down to his eye level and gave him the warmest smile she could manage.

"We're not really sure where we are. We discovered the door to your tunnel on accident."

He glared at her suspiciously.

"Didga, now..." He replied in a rough distrusting voice. Ethel nodded.

"Hmmm... well in that case, come with me." The dwarf turned and gestured for us to follow. I had a bad feeling about where he was taking us, but I didn't say anything while other dwarf eyes watched us leave. Outside of the kitchen, everything got very bright. It was now obvious that we were in some sort of castle. The hallway we hurried down currently was lined with the same sort of flag that we had first seen outside. A thousand questions were burning on my tongue, but none of us dared speak another word to our guide. He led us along several more hallways and down a flight of stairs into another wide, dim room. The aura in here though, was very different from the kitchen. Depressing, decaying, dead. A collective shudder ran up Ethel, Benjamin, and mine's spines. I thought I heard the dwarf chuckle, but it could have been my imagination.

Suddenly, we encountered a short man, although he was to skinny to be a dwarf, and he was clad in shiny metal plates. It was strange that I was not one bit relieved to see a fellow human being.

"Sir Callomae!" our dwarf guide breathed, respect hanging off the name like icicles.

Sir Callomae glanced at us with mild curiously.

"Thank you, Tipet. You are dismissed." His voice was unusually low for such a small man. The dwarf (whose name was apparently Tipet) gave a clumsy bow and scrambled off in the direction we had just came from.

"What-" Benjamin stared, his eyes wide in helplessness, but he was cut off by Sir Callomae raising a finger for silence.

"So there are more of you..." he grinned coldly and snapped his fingers. Before we could react at all, several more men in armour sprang out from the shadows and pinned our arms behind out backs.

"Put them in the same cell as the other one," Sir Callomae commanded. He watched as we were dragged off down the dark hallway that stank of insanity.

"We're in a prison..." Ethel whispered lowly.

"That couldn't be more obvious," I snapped back.

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I told her we should have never gone into the tunnel in the first place. Oh well, leave a review please.

Kristin