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Seriously, that was surprising xD I didn't think i'd get any reviews for like days, so 6 already?! That's crazy dawgs! -is watching American Idol right now, so don't make fun of me for quoting Randy-

But for real, thank you guys so much. I'm all happy and glowing now that i've gotten positivity |D
Also because someone asked, yes this is after Caspian's been crowned and yes the Pevensies have come back to stay a whilez -coughnotthattheyhaveachoicecough-, i'll explain that later :P SO NO ONE GETS CONFUSED!

Main song I was listening to while making this chapter; Circus by Britney Spears...yes I listen to Britney :P

Disclaimer: Nuuuu I don't own anything ;~; Gosh I wish I could own Skandar Keynes...-ahem- anyway...

Jaz kept her face down, almost buried in the back of her horseman's back, why do I still not know his name?, until they suddenly stopped. She lurched forward slightly and the air got knocked out of her briefly. "Sorry." He helped her off the horse with a sheepish face. "I'm Edmund by the way, Edmund Pevensie."

"Right." Jaz brushed herself off, annoyed with the whole situation, but at least she had a name to place with the guy's face. Pete and Edmund...strange names but alright. She looked behind her to see the others riding up and dismounting. The two girls were the first ones over to her and Edmund, each of them smiling in a gentle and kindly manner. The oldest one held out her hand, "I'm Queen Susan, and this is Queen Lucy."

Jaz shook the hand uncertainly. Queens and Kings aye? Should she play along? She was tempted to add a title to the end of her name but thought better of it when Grimstone moved next to her and glared. Instead she followed the girls inside. Now that she could see the place fully she was blown away. It was in fact a castle, and it was huge. There were extravagant tapestries hanging everywhere, gold lining every wall, and a whole menagerie of strange creatures running around. Most of them looked at her like she was looking at them. Goat people, Minotaur people, more centaurs, even wild animals. They passed by a large bear, strangely in armor, and to Jaz's immense shock it bowed and gave them a good morning.

"I know, it comes as a shock the first time doesn't it?" Susan chuckled at Jaz's scream of surprise. Jaz just looked at her incredulously. They did realize there were animals...talking, right? Surely they had to be animatronic or something. The bear sure looked real, it even drooled. But there was just no way a bear could speak. Lucy and Susan had to drag her away from the bear and into what looked like a study of some sort. The Spanish guy was already sitting behind a desk but the other two weren't to be found. He looked up when they entered and smiled, mainly at Susan. "Welcome to Narnia," He spoke to Jaz, with his heavy accent, who looked at him with disbelieving eyes. Narnia? What the hell was Narnia? "My name is Caspian, King Caspian." He stumbled over the king bit but recovered quickly, bowing to her in a polite way.

Well, now she had names for all of them at least. As strange as they were. Looking around her eyes caught something above the fireplace. It was a painting of a lion, exactly like the one at her house. Ignoring the others for a moment she walked over to the fireplace and stared at the painting. This one seemed a tad softer with it's gaze somehow, like it was smiling at her. "What's this painting for anyway?" She asked.

"It's Aslan." Lucy replied, as if that explained everything. Jaz just stared at her with a raised eyebrow. "He's...well, I guess he's like the god of this...place." No one else delved any deeper then that. She continued to look around the room, examining everything while the others conversed in hushed tones. More lion stuff, some books about the 'Golden Ages', and a few important looking papers on the desk.

"I believe it's time to explain things." Pete declared while walking in, Edmund trailing behind him with a woman who looked like a servant. She carried a tray which she handed to Jaz with a curtsy. Jaz blushed in embarrassment but gave her thanks anyway. Pete walked up to her and held out his hand, much like Susan did. "My name is Peter. High King Peter."

"What's the difference between king and high king? And why are there three kings, if you guys are kings?"

Peter pursed his lips, but replied. "Caspian is technically the king, but Edmund and I were the kings of old, so we keep our titles. It's a bit confusing but it works."

Jaz nodded, understanding a little bit. She munched on her sandwich and looked at Susan, "So if you and Lucy are both Queens, are you related to the king guys or are you married to one of them?"

Susan blushed and Lucy giggled. "We're all siblings." Lucy replied with a laugh. "Except Caspian, we're not related to him."

Another nod. She was beginning to understand the strange customs of these people, but only slightly. And it didn't help that she still didn't know where she was, so she asked. All of them looked at her haggardly, as if they didn't feel like explaining. "You're...well you're not on Earth anymore. I don't think." Peter looked confused about that himself but he said it so firmly that Jaz almost believed him, almost. "What do you mean i'm not on Earth? Of course i'm on Earth. I'm in England."

"No you aren't." Edmund butted in. "You're in Narnia. Narnia is a different world, much different from England. You won't find anything that even remotely suggests England around here."

"If i'm in this so called Narnia, how is it you know about England?"

"Because that's where we're from. Finchley to be exact, but that's not the point. The point is you're not in England anymore."

Jaz threw her arms up in frustration. "Of course i'm in England! It's impossible to be in another world because other worlds don't exist! There's only Earth, and Earth is where we are."

Peter sighed and rubbed his head, looking as frustrated as Jaz felt. Edmund had his eyes closed, as if trying to pray for patience, while the girls were standing to the side, looking thoughtful. "How can we prove it to you?" Peter finally asked.

"I have no idea! But I really don't care if this is another world or not. I'd like to go home now."

"You can't." Susan piped up. Jaz turned to her and she gave an apologetic smile. "We've already tried going back through the wardrobe. It doesn't work. We've tried to go back so many times but the wardrobe doesn't appear. It used to be signaled by a lamp pole but that's underwater now, and you arrived in a completely different spot then we did."

Jaz processed this information slowly. She couldn't...go back? The wardrobe wasn't there anymore? Their grave faces confirmed it, and it was a good thing she was already sitting down, otherwise she would have collapsed. She couldn't be stuck in this strange place. She just couldn't be. They had to be lying. None of their faces looked like they were lying, in fact Lucy looked so sad for her that it almost made Jaz's heart hurt, but they could be good at lying. So many coulds, so many if's. Face the truth honey, you're stuck. Damn her inner voice.

"I know this is hard for you, but could you just answer a question?" Lucy asked timidly. Everyone looked at her questioningly but Jaz nodded, unable to speak. "Is...is the war over?"

War? What war? Her thoughts must have shown on her face because Susan added, "We lived in 1940."

Another blow that Jaz couldn't quite take. 1940? How could they be from 1940, and yet so young? They were almost 60 years older then her, yet they looked only a few years older. Lucy looked younger then her by at least a few years, but she was older. They were still awaiting an answer however, so she nodded. "Yeah, the war ended decades ago. America won."

"Is that where you're from? America? Because you don't have an English accent." Lucy inquired. Jaz nodded again and Lucy digested the little bit of information with a small smile. Jaz put a hand to her head as a headache crept up on her. It was all quite overwhelming. She looked at the painting of Aslan and then she saw blackness.

...

"She's waking up!"

Ugh. What a dream. She couldn't hear the people around her very clearly but she assumed they were talking amongst themselves and not to her. She felt something trickling down her throat and swallowed out of habit. In a couple seconds her head cleared up and the fog over her eyes vanished. She mustered up the strength to open them, and found herself on a bed with Susan and Lucy peering down at her. Her eyes widened at the sight of them and she let out a scream, moving away from them as fast as she could. Shit! It wasn't a dream. Oh shit! The revelation came to her when she fell off the other side of the bed in her panic. It wasn't a dream. She was in Narnia, and she was stuck in Narnia.

"Jasmin, are you alright?" Lucy asked hurriedly coming to her side and helping her up. It was all she could do to stop from shouting at the girl. Of course she wasn't alright! All she did was shake her head and bury her face in the pillows when she got back in the bed. Susan seemed to understand. She patted Jaz on the shoulder, told her they would be in the dining room for lunch, if she was hungry, and left, Lucy trailing behind her hesitantly.

Jaz was left alone to ponder her thoughts. Quickly she tried to think of ways to get back home. If the wardrobe exit didn't work, maybe there were other ways? But then, one of them would have mentioned it or used it themselves if that was the case. Looking outside she noticed a stain glass design of the Aslan lion again, this time is was staring at her with an expression she knew was pity. An idea came to her suddenly. She wondered if this Aslan was a real lion. Did he reign over Narnia like the ancient Greek gods did? So that the people could actually talk to him. If so, then she could probably ask him to take her home.

But then...the others had probably done that already, and obviously they were still stuck. Maybe you had to do something for him, or maybe he just didn't want to lose the Kings and Queens. Jaz, however, was nobody, so she had no purpose or point to being in Narnia. Maybe that could convince him.

Getting up she slipped on her ballet flats, her feet strangely not hurting at all anymore, and ventured out of the room. Only to be stopped by a very short man, a dwarf it appeared, who looked as cross as Grimstone. "Oi, you can't go walking around here without someone to guide you. Could get lost." He said in a gravelly voice. Jaz blinked at him. "Um, alright then. I'm trying to find Pe-I mean, their...Majesties?" It occurred to her that if she was in another world then they probably were who they said they were, thus she would probably have to address them as such in front of their subjects. Lest she get a centaur pissed again. The dwarf sighed and gestured for her to follow him.

"What's your name by the way?" She asked while they walked.

"Trumpkin. I'm the steward to their Majesties." There was a definite note of pride in his voice, even though he was obviously trying to hide it. "And you are..."

"Jasmin, but you can call me Jaz."

"Strange name."

"You're one to talk." Jaz decided she rather liked this Trumpkin fellow. He wasn't as proper as the others. It didn't seem like he hated her either, which she supposed was good. Maybe he didn't work well with others. On their walk she brought up Aslan and the dwarf cringed slightly, obviously intimidated by the creature. He told her Aslan was a very powerful lion and that it was best not to get on his bad side, and that was it. They approached two large doors and two goat people opened the doors for them. Inside the four siblings plus Caspian were gathered at a table, eating.

Edmund was the first to notice her. He smiled and patted the empty seat next to him. Jaz took it carefully, not sure what to expect from the youngest king, or any of them really. She looked at them all in awe, and wondered how old they all were. When everyone's conversation stopped she realized with a blush that she had wondered out loud. "Sorry."

"No it's alright. I'm twenty two, Susan is twenty one, Edmund is nineteen and Lucy is seventeen." Peter explained. Caspian gave him a sharp look before he added, "And Caspian is twenty five."

"How old are you?" Lucy asked.

"Um, nineteen."

Lucy smiled and looked at Edmund, who didn't see but he had a grin of his own. Jaz figured it was from having someone else his age around besides Lucy. She looked at each king and queen again, slightly baffled at how all of them could be ruling this place and be so young. After all her best friend back on Earth was twenty four and she didn't have a lick of sense, yet here were people who were younger then her, ruling over an entire world with apparent ease. Lucy was younger then Jaz for heaven sakes and she had an aura way beyond her years.

"You wanted to ask about Aslan, yes?" Caspian asked after a few minutes of her observing everyone. Jaz jumped at being addressed but nodded and cleared her throat. "Well you all said Aslan is like god, right? If he is, would he know how to get back home?"

Peter was the first to sigh, his eyes downcast. Jaz knew the answer before he even opened his mouth. "Yes he could but he's been missing for the past few years. None of us have heard anything from him, not even Lucy."

Lucy looked sad at this piece of information. She looked almost disappointed in herself, so Jaz patted her on the hand. Inside she was dying. Aslan was her last hope to get home. But what did she expect? If Aslan could take any of them home the Pevensies would have already left by now. She sighed and stabbed the meat on her plate with a vigor, not going unnoticed by her eating companions.

"Tell me Jasmin-"

"Jaz, please."

"Er, alright. Tell me Jaz, do you know how to handle a sword?" Peter asked while scooping up some vegetables. Was he serious? She shook her head with wide eyes. She didn't even know how to handle a butcher knife properly, she'd kill herself with a sword. Peter seemed to expect that answer, he nodded and dropped it. He seemed almost disappointed so Jaz added, "Well, I know how to load and shoot a shotgun if that helps any. Not very well but still."

"We don't have guns here." Peter replied shortly. All the Pevensies looked happy with that and Jaz could see why. A world without guns? Lord they must not have many wars then. And even if they do they must not last very long. She couldn't really fathom a world without guns but the Pevensies seemed used to it.

Once lunch was done Edmund offered to give her a look around. Peter, Susan and Caspian apparently had important king and queenly things to do so Lucy tagged along with them. She introduced Jaz to the creatures she didn't know yet and still she felt unnerved by the talking animals. It was probably something she'd have to get used to. Used to?! You don't want to get used to anything! Jaz pushed the voice to the back of her mind for the moment. It was rather nice in the castle. Everyone seemed friendly enough at least. She still wanted to go home but she figured that Aslan would show up soon, since she didn't belong in this world. The Pevensies obviously belonged there, despite their longing to go home. She could see they loved Narnia very much, but Jaz didn't. She didn't belong in Narnia, nor did she want to belong. She wanted to go home, to Earth.

On their way to the library a little mouse stopped them. Jaz shrieked a little but Edmund and Lucy seemed to know him. "Your Majesties, miss, the King requires your presence at once. He says to leave the miss in the living area however." The mouse bowed apologetically to Jaz, who felt a little miffed about being excluded. She understood why, but was still miffed about it. So they led her to the main living area, which was impressive she had to admit, and exited through a door to the right.

Jaz looked around the room, then back at the door, then around the room again, then back to the door. She knew she shouldn't, but gosh it was too intriguing. Creeping lightly she stood at the door and pressed her ear against it, careful not to make a sound. At first she couldn't hear anything, but then someone raised their voice. It sounded like Peter. They seemed to be discussing Aslan, at least his name was mentioned anyway.

"-has to help us with this. He's always helped with war before." Finally she could hear, and it sounded like Lucy. She suspected they moved closer to the door.

"How do we know he'll come back at all?" Caspian asked. Jaz could practically feel the glares the Pevensies gave him. Edmund spoke up next, "Of course he'll come back. He came back for the White Witch and he came back to help you. He has to come back to help us now."

"Has it been confirmed that they've declared war?" Susan questioned. War? Who declared war?

"Yes. The arrive in a week."

Oh, well now Jaz had a time limit to get the hell out of Narnia.

SUSPENCE :C

Anyway, yeah I added a war because really, how else is Narnia interesting? xD
I'm wondering though, should I let Jaz learn how to use a sword? It seems rather cliche but i'd love to write a fighting scene for her xD
Also, Jaz isn't too Mary-Sue is she? D:

R&R? :*
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