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Aura's

im a twisted
you're a twisted
I'm a twisted
fire starter
I'm the bitch you hated
filth infatuated
I'm the pain you tasted
well intoxicated
I'm a twisted
you're a twisted
I'm a twisted
fire starter- Jimmy Eat World "Fire Starter"

Freya writhed as she was dumped upon something cold, she surmised it was stone.

"Well, that's no stag." A cultured voice said. She felt an unfamiliar hand on her shoulder and she was quick to draw away. Although she would never admit it, being in strange places frightened her. The scents and sound were never the same, so inconsistent. The forest. That was where she belonged.

"What's your name? I am Queen Susan." a feminine voice asked. Freya flinched as she was helped to her feet by a pair of strong hands. She could see auras around people, like marking them, distinguishing them for her. The woman's voice had a velvety aqua aura and the man's voice gave off a teasing yellow.

"Freya, daughter of none." She answered, feeling vulnerable without Dante's sight to guide her. "If you'll be so kind as to tell me where I am, I can be on my way." She said indignantly.

"I'm King Edmund, and you're at Telmar castle."

"Su? Edmund? What's going on?"

This very manly and chivalrous voice was accompanied by a rich crimson aura. Freya had never heard a voice like this. So comforting yet commanding, subtle yet controlled.

Peter had never seen her before. She was indeed very different. Her hair a white blonde and stark white skin, her eerie clouded blue eyes; just so different. There was no denying her beauty, Peter knew that. She was the type of beauty that only one certain person could see. Her hand was still at the small thin rapier on her hip, she looked like a frightened doe cornered by a predator. Peter reached out to shake her hand,

"I'm High King Peter, who are you my lady?"

The girl stood motionless, her hand not moving from her sword. Susan placed a hand on her brother's shoulder, "She's blind." She whispered into his ear. Peter suddenly felt very stupid, his hand hanging in the air and all.

"My name is Freya, High King." She said softly, her strange eyes adverted to the ground even though she couldn't see him.

"We'll send you an escort to get you back to your home." Edmund said.

"I do not wish to be pitied, my King." Freya snapped, "With all due respect, I can find my own way home."

"Where might your home be, my lady." Peter asked, desperate to know more about the beauty in his wake. Freya sighed, "In the woods."

"Well I think she should stay here!" Lucy piped up, Caspian and Karina trailing her arm in arm.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, new arrival!" Karina squealed madly. Freya was now very confused, how many royals were there?

"I'm Queen Karina; well you can call me Karina. Just drop the Queen." Karina said stupidly. Caspian rolled his eyes, "And I am King Caspian."

Now Caspian Freya had heard of. The rest, she was drawing a blank. She'd never heard of these Kings and Queens and beginning to feel very out of the loop. Suddenly, a ferocious roar was heard from outside. The Kings and Queens knew this wasn't Aslan.

"Dante?!" Freya cried, trying to make her way outside. Peter, thinking this would be the perfect opportunity to make contact, tried to get her outside.

"I don't need help. I'll not be babied like a helpless cripple." Freya spat, still trying to make it to the balcony. Finally, she did. Peter nearly fainted when he saw what confronted him, it was a dragon. In all his years as High King he'd never actually seen one. Said dragon was snarling at a few guards, who looked especially terrified. Peter, Caspian, Edmund, and Karina all drew their swords; not really knowing what was to come.

"Dante!" Freya called, her hands trembling at the turmoil around her. The dragon abruptly stopped, "Dear heart!" he said lovingly, sweeping down his large head to the girl. Freya hugged his snout, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being so stupid!"

The dragon chuckled, "Thou is not stupid, just misguided."

He turned a furious eye on the royals, "If thou has harmed-"

Caspian stepped forward, his eyes unfocused with a slight fear; "Noble beast, we had no intention of harming Lady Freya. In fact, we were about to return her to her home."

The dragon nodded, "Thou is a just King." He then glanced at Freya, "Come, dear. We must flee to the forest."

"But you don't have to leave!" Peter blurted out, stunning everyone with his lack of tact. He realized his misstep and corrected it, "I mean, wouldn't you lie to join us for supper. After all, it is not every day we meet dragons."

Dante nodded, "Very well King of Magnificence."

"We are much obliged." Freya said, sweetly.

Dinner was awkward, mostly due to the fact that it was outside, as they didn't have any dragon sized room available for supper.

"Ewww, there are far too many insects outside at this hour!" Eris complained. Peter glanced at his seafood fork; I wonder if that's sharp enough to cut an artery with? Caspian sat at the head on the table and Karina on his right. Peter sat to Caspian's left; across from him was Freya, who was next to Lucy; who was talking her ear off about dragons. Karina clenched her napkin under the table, "Eris, why must you ridicule God's creatures?"

Eris turned up her ski-jump of a nose, "Well because, they should know that they're in the presence of royalty and shouldn't get in my way."

"Since when are you considered royalty?" Karina quipped. Caspian shot her a pleading glance.

"Oh, I don't remember you having royal bloodlines." Eris smiled cruelly.

"Bite me." Karina snapped.

"Well that is most certainly enough." Caspian interjected, placing a hand on Karina's knee under the table; Behave yourself dearest.

I will if the gremlin will. Karina said back.

"I wish he could control his wife, don't you Peteykins?" Eris whispered. Peter cringed, "I'm actually fond of free speech. I think Queen Karina can say whatever she likes." He emphasized the 'Queen', hoping Eris would take a hint and lay off. Instead, she turned her stare on Freya;

"So, you never told us where you live Freya."

Freya smiled innocently, "In the forest mostly, here and there."

"Don't you get lonely?" Lucy asked.

Dante grunted from the end of the table but Freya answered, "Sometimes I wish to come in contact with my own kind, yes."

Peter sipped his pumpkin soup slowly, stealing quick glances at Freya every so often. She was indeed very eye catching!

"I think Peter likes you." Lucy whispered to Freya. Freya blushed, "I don't think a King would find me very attractive. My abnormality and all."

Lucy shook her head, "Don't say that! Everyone is given a gift, sometimes in the form of a curse."

"Wisely spoken, Valiant Queen." Dante rumbled, nodding his head. Freya smiled, perhaps they weren't so bad after all.

Hello all! Another damn fine chapter if I do say so myself! FYI The reason Freya has no idea The Pevensie's and Karina exist is b/c she's so cut off from the world. She's only known the life of a vagabond. Hope that helps. God I hate Eris; she's actually based on a girl that I hated in middle school. As always, review!