First off all I have to say is I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I got so busy with a presentation for my World Geography class, then a Romeo and Juliet paper, and then all the tests! Lord, why? WHY! *looks at the sky for answers* Any who I'm back with another update, also the reason why I was a little late with updating was I wanted to leave a long chapter cause I felt bad if I gave you guys a little short chapter so forgive me.

Okay so this chapter starts out Charlie's POV then switches to Leah's, then back to Charlie's because she's my girl.

Thanks to all the reviewers you guys are awesome, and any other words that describe how cool you guys are.

Kyle: Thanks I'm glad you've enjoyed the story, but understand Charlie and Leah are both girls who don't have perfect lives that you're about to find out throughout the story. Charlie and Leah may seem more accepting of Narnia because of what they're leaving behind.

Lady Firewing gets a special shout out, girl, you rock. The websites both helped a lot!

And finally Lanthe95 and Sweet Country Girl: Your reviews were so helpful when I was writing this you have no idea.

Also this chapter hasn't been corrected by my beta she's busy with exams so sorry if there's any misspellings or grammar mistakes and such or anything please tell me and I will try to fix it.

So enough of my chatter here's the Disclaimer: When you buy any Chronicles of Narnia book do you see at the bottom, BY CHOCOLATSUGAR? No? But I will and when I do, I'll be taking over the world BWAHAHAHAHA!

…Crazy disclaimer aside, here's chapter three!


CHAPTER THREE

DUNGEONS? NO THANKS.


Charlie

Okay, I was in a lot of pain right now, I felt like someone had bashed my head in with a baseball bat. And trust me I know what it feels like to get hit with baseball bat; long story involving me "trying" to play baseball and a cute guy.

Fine, okay it's not a long story. I was fooling around with James, Rikki's brother, he was trying to teach me how to play baseball, and I mainly wanted to learn cause my crush of the month. Brad Quinn was on the baseball team.

Well, it just so happens right where we're practicing Brad is running by (shirtless I might add) with his friend, while I was drooling at his six pack. James had decided that would be the appropriate time to throw the ball at me. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye I swung at it, forgetting for a second how heavy the bat really was. I swung the bat backward and nailed myself in the head, knocking myself unconscious. Lovely I know.

Do you know what happened after that, apparently Brad and his friend never noticed they just kept on running; while James had to take me to the hospital, the doctor said I had a minor concussion. Let's just say after that day, my crush ended, as did any hope of me being interested in baseball.

Back to the pain, besides my head hurting my whole leg felt horrible as well. I tried to think back to what happened but my head hurt to think that hard. It felt like pop quiz, and all the answer were fill in the blank (don't you just hate those).

Right now my leg felt numb. Like when I hyper extended my knee, after doing physical therapy I would ice my knee; it had the same numbing. Then numbing started to spread up my leg and made me wince.

Opened my eyes, to I was surprised by the brightness and blinked several times to get my eyes adjusted to the light.

I was lying in a bed, a very comfortable bed; I must add it defiantly was a bed blessed by the bed gods! The mattress was soft, yet firm, with soft silk sheets. A pillow that was fluffed to perfection, it was really hard for me not to close my eyes and go back to sleep.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position with my back against the head board. I looked around the room in confusion.

It was large, and when I say large I mean LARGE. It was most likely the size of my living room. There was a small couch against the wall across from the bed with a little coffee table in front of it; then an armchair to the left and right of the table. Everything was in earth tones which I immediately liked, hey just cause I act crazy doesn't mean I like crazy colors. There were two doors, one on the left and the other to the far right. There was large brown wooden wardrobe on my right, it was so big I could probably hide a couple bodies in there behind clothing and nobody would ever know.

Not that I need to hid a body, I just….never mind… On my left was a small brown side table with a pitcher and glass on it with a candle. Candles, really, ever heard of a flashlight.

I then noticed the large painting of what looked to be a forest with a tall lamppost in the middle. The setting was as the sun must have been beginning to set and the sky was growing dark. The lamppost was symbolizing something obliviously, but I couldn't figure out what.

"Milady," A voice said.

"Huh." I turned from the painting to look at the now opened far left door way, standing there was a woman. She probably little older than me, her dark blond hair was in a long braid and she was wearing a plain brown with white sleeved dress, that went to the floor. Her dark brown eyes looked concerned.

I turned to look around for whoever she was calling a 'Milady', "What a sec, are you talking to me?" I asked confused, nobody called me a lady, even my own mother considered me more of a boy most of the time.

"Of course," she said chuckling, and then asked, "how are you feeling?"

"In pain, and my leg is numb." I said looking at the offending leg. She smiled and then like a mother hen, came up to me and started to make sure I was comfortable. Like fluffing my pillow putting it behind my back so I can be more comfortable, poured some water from a pitch into a glass and put it in my hand.

After making sure I had taken a drink, which was really refreshing, she spoke, "Well I fetch your friend for you then, she been worried sick. As well as the Kings and Queens, they've all been anxious to meet you.

After putting down the empty glass on the night stand, "Uh, yay…" I said unsure of how I was supposed to act toward royalty that had seen me taken down by a mouse.

"Do not worry; they are kind, kings and queens, especially Lucy." She replied.

I noticed how she called – Lucy was the youngest right? – By name instead of Queen Lucy, I took note then filed it away for later.

"So what's your name instead of calling you "That Woman"?" I asked.

She laughed, "My name is Lucida, and I'm your maid."

"Really, wicked!" I exclaimed excited if I had a maid this was going to be awesome. Hey I'm not a neat freak, like Leah, I believe in organized chaos. (A/N: I believe strongly in that too)

"Wicked?" She asked confused.

"Uh," unsure of what to say, "It's when something is really cool or awesome."

She still looked puzzled. I sighed this was definitely going to happen a lot, especially with how weird my sentences and reactions are.

"Hmm," she said, "well I'm be back with them, stay in bed alright."

"Yeah, yeah." I waved my hand for her to go on.

"She poured me another glass of water and left the room. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head, and scratched my stomach and didn't feel my shirt under my fingertips I gasped. I wasn't wearing my clothes, instead I was wearing a lacy, white night gown that barley covered my cleavage and was very short. Like volleyball spandex short.

I slid down farther in bed so that if they walked in they wouldn't see anything.

I thought to myself, if the night clothing is any hint then I have a feeling I'm not going to like the day wear.

After what felt like two hours maybe three, (it was only fifteen minutes), when Lucida was back. Puling myself back up into a sitting position; I waited for what she would say.

"They are in a meeting with your friend. Are you feeling well enough to go to the meeting?" She asked concerned.

I looked at her, forgetting the headache and my leg, "I'm fine let's go." I flipped my legs over the side of the bed and my leg was still numb but was beginning to get feeling back. Lucida went to the large wardrobe she began looking for something for me to wear.

She then laid out several dresses, each more girly then the first.

"I was right!" I cried out dove back under the covers.

Today's not going to be my day. I thought bitterly.


Meanwhile in then Meeting Room of the Council,

Leah

"Like I said," my voice betraying my frustration with the conversation, "Aslan" –looking at every face surrounding the council room I believe it was called – "you know the head king, the numeral Uno, the True King of Narnia." Stopping for a second then continued on.

"He brought us here; you've got to believe me, even though it's still a little weird seeing talking animals, dwarves, fauns and centaurs. No offense." I said looking at the numerous animals, and dwarfs, fauns and centaurs surrounding the large the room. (A/N: Think of set up of the council room in Prince Caspian movie, expect lighter in color and more Narnian.)

I was still a little freaked out with all the talking from animals, and weird yet interesting creatures that seemed to walk straight out of a mythology textbook.

"It is offense when you judge our people." I looked away from the creatures to where the five monarchs where; in order form left to right: Queen Lucy, King Edmund, High King Peter, King Caspian, and Queen Susan. The one who had spoken had been the dark haired king. King Edmund.

He seemed to be my age, maybe a little older, yet his eyes. They were the eyes of not a teenage boy but of a man; he had wise eyes, which seemed to analyze every word I'd said for the last hour and a half, and kept it stored away for future reference.

"Your people in my world don't talk, so sorry for not being use to this world in a day." I said glaring at him.

"Either way, this isn't your world. You and your friend –"

"Charlie," I supplied.

"What," Queen Susan the older of the Queens and apparently the more uptight one. For the entire meeting so far, Queen Susan had a solemn expression while her younger sister just looked concerned but every now and then would smile at me with warmth.

"My friend's name is Charlotte Anna Martin," I said then quickly added, "but its best to call her Charlie." She was very much like Rikki when it comes to the whole name thing.

"Yes, either way you and your friend Charlie came into our home –"I interrupted.

"Did you not hear me Aslan brought us, also your watch mouse attacked her!"

"Your friend insulted my honor!" cried the mouse, how had been standing near Queen Lucy.

"So that gives you the right to cut her leg open?" I waited for a response but none came so I continued, "You had no right, and also how the hell is calling you Mickey insulting your honor?"

"Because I am no Mickey," the mouse cried.

"Where I come from people love Mickey so I don't get why you would be insulted to be called a very much loved mouse," I stated. Though he did somewhat look like Mickey Mouse in a way if Mickey Mouse was a crazy, sword carrying mouse.

Before the mouse could retaliate, King Peter cut him off.

"Enough," he said standing up from his throne, "Reepicheep sit down, before we decide let us bring in your friend for questioning as well."

"You have quite the fat head if you think that Charlie would just come here at your command." I said glaring.

He glared back, his eyes shined with arrogance. Which wasn't surprising with the air about him, he had that very high and mighty air. It was as though he thought he was better than everyone else.

I heard a composition outside, and a loud yelp. The doors flew open with loud thud.

I turned in my seat to see a very pissed off Charlie, instead of saying 'how are you' or 'are you okay' what got my attention was her attire.

"Are you wearing a DRESS?" I asked confused, the one (and only) time I had ever seen Charlie in a dress was for James' graduation it. But that dress was simple this one was girly, very girly.

It was dark green that went to the floor and had long sleeves that went to her wrists, with an open panel for a white under skirt that lead up to the white bodice. Charlie's hair was down, and from bed head look she obviously just woke up.

"Shut it," She growled at me, I laughed then reached in my bag for my cell phone.

She crossed the floor in a second getting to me grabbing my hand that had the cell phone clinched and in a deadly voice said, "Don't. You. Dare.

"Okay, okay," pulling my hand out of her iron grasp. One of the fauns grabbed a chair for her and put it beside me; she sat down heavily on it pulling her legs up under dress sitting Indian style on the chair. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Queen Susan's scowl deepen.

Then I whispered to her, "Who yelped?"

Not trying to be quiet she said, "A minotaur guarding the door wouldn't let me in so I showed him what I learned from your dad." She shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you two quite done yet?"

Charlie and I turned our attention away from each other to look at a guy who was barely five foot. He was among the only humans besides the Kings and Queens; he had a no neck, with large eyes that reminded me of a toad. With what looked like a toupee on his fat head.

Charlie whispered out of the side of her mouth, "He looks like a pig in a wig."

I smiled and nodded. "He does and doesn't he look part toad."

"Yup." I could see she was trying not to laugh at this guy.

"Now I being General Matthias," he began his voice sounding very nasally; I almost wanted to say can I get you a tissue but I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself. "I believe…"

I listened as he rambled about how we were a danger until Aslan came forward to prove they were who they say there were and blah, blah, blah.

Ugh, I sighed, this was going to be a long day.


Charlie

I was bored out of my freakin mind right now, this guy definitely loved to hear his own voice. Which happen to sound so nasal that you almost wanted to shout at him" blow you freakin nose!"

I looking out of the corner of my eye I could see Leah had a very solemn expression as though she were listening but it was obvious, well to me anyway, that she was day dreaming by the faraway look in her eyes.

I almost laughed, I turned my attention away from Leah to the royals sitting at they're thrones.

The youngest Queen, Lucy was sitting there with a very bored expression on her face every time General Matthias back was to the royals. I looked at her raising my eyebrows, then when she looked at me I nodded my at the general and winked at her in a statement saying "I get where your coming from". She smiled.

I noticed that she wasn't wearing the outfit I had last seen her in so obviously I been out longer then I thought. She was wearing a pale peach color dress, which seemed to express her joy and warmth. On her simple French braided brown hair was a beautiful silver crown. By Lucy's feet I noticed a fox with golden red fur; it seemed just as bored as she was.

I then looked at her sister, Queen Susan. She looked like she was trying hard not to look at all bored, I noticed a couple of time she would look at the boy sitting next to her King Caspian. She had her long hair pulled back by a large diamond clip in the shape of a butterfly, her dress the color of champagne and made her look elegant and gentle. On her long brown hair sat a beautiful golden crown. On the top of her throne a beautiful white owl, it looked as gentle and caring as its mistress.

King Caspian was wearing dark blue tunic with a black vest over it with black trousers and boots. His hair was long to his shoulders on his head sat gold crown. His dark brown eyes found mine; his eyes weren't hard but curious. I noticed he would look at Queen Susan at the same time she wouldn't look at him. It was quite funny actually. The animal near him was a cheetah which was sharing amused looks with the owl at the King and Queen's antics.

I then turned my attention to King Edmund, who I noticed was staring intently at the General way he sat on his throne listening to the general was polite and attentive; he was listening to every little word the general said, almost like he was filing it away for later. Just by looking at him I could see no judgment in his eyes when he looked away from the general to look at us. At his side was a large grey wolf, he was just as alert as his master. His golden eyes looked around the room analyzing everything.

King Edmund's hair was long and messy, yet styled. As though he ran his hand through it and said "Eh, looks aright then" and goes about his day. He was wearing a white shirt with dark pants and boots. On his head was a silver crown.

I looked next to him, his brother. High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia the guy Aslan had talked about like a proud son. He had blonde hair that was golden almost the same color as the crown on his head. His ocean blue eyes, were staring hard at General Matthias. He wore a green tunic, which only accented his eyes and hair, with tan pants and boots. He looked like the perfect Prince Charming. He almost seemed too perfect, like an Abercrombie and Fitch model.

Just like his siblings Peter had an animal at his side a large tiger, which radiated off the same powerfulness as its master.

I looked away from the tiger, at the same moment Peter and I locked gazes. Ocean blue and forest green, as I stared into his eyes I saw it. Something only people who have faced great tragedy who feel that weight of the world on their shoulders. In that little moment I saw part of Peter's soul, and it was a soul that was in desperate need of repair.

But just like that it was gone, and replaced with anger. My eyes widened, then narrowed. I glared right back at him. Neither one of us wanting to be the one to look away first.

Finally Leah elbowed me in the side, "OW!" I looked at her questionably rubbing my now aching side, "What the hell was that for?"

"You and his royal anus were glaring at each for the past four minutes." She whispered to me, I looked away from her to see the royals were looking in between me and they sibling/friend.

"Oh," I then ran my hand through my hair which caught a tangle and made me wince. My head still hurt from… I don't even know what but it hurt. "Do you have your brush?"

Leah nodded she looked in her bag, and pulled out a small brush and handed it to me. I thanked her and began to detangle my hair.

The general didn't seem to notice that nobody was paying any attention to him finally finished, "They should be thrown in the dungeon for their disrespect."

I pointed the brush at him, "Disrespect who?"

"Me!" squeaked the mouse who slashed my thigh.

"Ha! If I got charged with every time I called someone a name I would already be in jail for life."

"I agree with her on that one," Leah chimed in, "You can't charge Charlie for being herself that's taking away her rights as a person."

"Either way, you and she," General Mathias said, "are mostly spies from Calormen!"

There was mummers of agreement.

I throw Leah's brush on the floor, it skidded under a little table in the corner of the room and pointed my finger at him, "Listen I get the reason you have for wanting to put us in the dungeon and I bet you can do it. And I'm not stopping you from putting us there –"

Leah cut in and said to me, "Us, you mean you. Cause dungeon equals dark and scary I don't like anything dark and scary."

I heard a soft giggle and saw Lucy immediately slap her hand over her mouth to hide her smile; I smiled quickly at her, and then turned my attention back to the general. His face was in a grim line.

"Listen I get it. You guys don't want to trust us but, Aslan brought us here for a reason. Whatever that reason may be don't you have in your hearts to wait until you actually know us to make that decision. Wouldn't you want the same if you were in our position?" I looked around the room from face to face staring each one in the eye.

I felt a touch on my arm, I looked back to see Leah smiling at me.

"Wise words fire heart." A deep rumble said from behind us. We all turned to see the Great Lion Aslan.

Lucy cried out, "Aslan!" She was beginning to stand up from her throne to run to the lion but his eyes stopped her.

He turned back to Leah and… "Dear one, where is young Charlotte."

Leah looked around, "She was just…"

"OW!" I cried rubbing my aching head, as I sat up under the table; I got out from under the table with Leah's brush in my hand. As I got up to my feet I walked back over to the center of the room rubbing my head with my free hand.

Ugh, just what I need two bumps on the head. YAY. I thought sarcastically.

Aslan chuckled loudly, "Ah, fire heart you bring joy to me."

"Glad to be of service," I said bitterly rubbing my head.

Leah giggled beside me; I sent her a dark look she just smiled in response.

"I sorry, I didn't come sooner; I had a very important matter to attend to."

Leah cried, "What was so important that we almost got thrown in jail…Dungeon…Whatever!"

I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for his answer.

He smiled, in the only way a lion could smile, and then he spoke over his shoulder. "Ross."

Leah's mouth dropped when he came into view. "Oh my god."


Tell me whatchya think also, your going to find out soon why Peter is acting that way. And who Ross is, also please forgive me this chapter is definitley not my favorite at all. But hey. Also who's POV would you guys like it from. I'm thinking I might try 3rd person but that's just me.

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