Now, I'm trying to write this as close to the movie as possible, but I saw it weeks ago and I don't happen to have the movie on DVD :) So please bare with me! Hope you enjoy the story...
Dysclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia

After everyone was changed, we went back to the chests. The boys started pulling out their swords and shields, and Susan pulled out a bow and arrows. Lucy took out a dagger and a small vial. I just watched. Again, I looked down at myself, at my new dress. It was a light blue, like the sky, and sleeve-less. The bodice part laced up in the back, the neckline right below the hollow of my throat, and the top form-fitting. There was a slit in the middle of the skirt, like Lucy's and Susan's, and you could see the white under-dress that was actually pants with a bit of fabric covering the slit to make it look like a dress. You could also see the long sleeves of the under-dress, since the blue one was sleeve-less. I was surprised, since it fit me exactly the way it should and wasn't too short. I had had to take my hair out of it's ponytail, and now my long, dark hair was pulled back from my face the same way Lucy's and Susan's was.

"Care?" I looked up. Peter was calling me.

"Yes?"

"I think you should have a weapon... so you could be able to defend yourself." I nodded. "Can you shoot an arrow?"

"No..." I started, "but I took fencing at one of the schools I went to. I could carry a sword, if you have an extra."

"I do!" called Lucy. I went over to her, standing by her chest. "I always wanted to learn how to use a sword like my brothers... but I never did. You can have this." She pulled out a sword that was slightly thinner that Peter's and Edmund's, but the same length.

"Oh, thank you, Lucy!" I said. I went to give her a hug, but she told me to kneel and bow my head instead. She unsheathed the sword.

"I dub you Noble and Caring Karesinda. May this sword bring you many victories." She tapped the sword on each of my shoulders. "Rise, Noble Lady." I did so, and wrapped her in a hug. "I also have a sheild for you, too. It's not as heavy as my brothers', since it was made for me, but I think you'll like it." She brought out a silver sheild with a golden lion on it.

"Lucy, it's beautiful! I can't thank you enough!" She shushed me, saying that it was her pleasure to give these to me. After all, she said, it wasn't like she was going to use them anytime soon. I almost started crying at her generosity.

"Father Christmas would have wanted you to have them," she said, and that was the end of that. I buckled the sword around my waist and strapped the sheild across my back, the way I had seen Peter and Edmund do. I headed up the stairs behind the two boys, with Susan following me. Suddenly she stopped.

"Lucy, what are you doing?" She asked. I turned around to see Lucy bent over her chest, searching for something.

"Aha!" She cried, pulling out two things. One was a mandolin, rusty brown and looking as though it never had been used. The strap was slightly worn, dark, leather. The other was a pipe-thing, like the one Peter Pan has. It was the same off-white color of my under-dress. Lucy rushed over to me, holding them out for me to take.

"No, no!" I protested. "I can't take anything else, Lucy! You've given so much already!"

"I want you to take them, they have no use otherwise! No one else knows how to play them. I know you are a musician, so you should take them." She thrust them into my hands. I gave them back. She started attaching the pipes to the belt that held the sword, and I let her. I looked at her siblings, they were stiffling laughter. She handed me the mandolin, and I strapped it to my back under the sheild so the mandolin would not be harmed. Lucy was content, so we set out. After a while, we came to a river and started walking along it.

"Look at that!" cried Lucy. There was a boat in the river with two soldiers in it. When they saw us, they stopped what they were doing, holding a small man over the water. Susan pulled out her bow and notched an arrow in it.

"Drop him!" she yelled. So the soldiers threw the man into the water, giving Susan an excuse to shoot one of them. Before she could shoot the other one, he jumped into the water after his friend. Peter dove into the water followed by Edmund. A minute later they surfaced, holding the small man. He was a couple inches shorter than Lucy, but he looked older than any of us. Susan must have seen the look of confusion on my face, because she leaned over and whispered, "He's a dwarf." I nodded.

"'Drop him'," he mumbled, "Yeah, real good plan there."

"Hey, we saved your life!" exclaimed Peter.

"Well, nobody asked you," the dwarf said.

At this point, Lucy had wandered away. I looked over to see her talking to a bear that was yards away. "Lu..." Peter said in a warning voice. Suddenly, the bear reared up and roared. It started running toward Lucy.

"Lucy!" we all cried. Susan notched an arrow in her bow and took aim. When it was apparent that she wasn't going to shoot, I drew my own sword and started running to intercept the bear before it got to Lucy. I didn't get the chance, as an arrow buried itself in the bear's side. I looked back at Susan. She hadn't moved. Neither had the others. I looked at the dwarf, holding an empty bow.

He walked over to the bear and pulled out his arrow. "You may find Narnia a more savage place than you remember."

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"Trumpkin. And you... no." I stood behind him and watched as the Pevensies stood next to each other, and I saw it. Once again, I saw the Kings and Queens of Narnia. "It can't be... No. There's no way. Really?"

"Yes."

"Well, then who," he said, turning to me, "are you? How did you get here?"

"Accident. It was an accident." I said, looking away, not truely believing that I was here for an particular reason.

"Accident? She thinks she's here by accident?" Aslan roared. "How could she... When she was born here!"

The messenger just sighed. Aslan had been overly joyous about Karesinda's coming. The messenger had no idea why. To it, she was just another girl that happened into Narnia. To Aslan, though, it was as though the girl was more important than Aslan himself. And now that she was down playing her coming, he was upset. If the girl had really been born here, then she had as much right to be here as the Pevensies did. More right, in fact. But that was just according to Aslan. The other Narnians might think differently.