I opened my eyes and found myself lying on some sort of cobbled ground. Sitting up, I saw I was lying just behind a large fountain, on the edge of a quiet village, by the woods.

I quickly jumped to my feet, causing the dust on the ground to fly into the air, before settling back on the ground.

I looked around, a few strands of my blonde hair falling on my face from the high ponytail it was in.

"This isn't the maze," I muttered to myself.

"Hey! She's over there!" a loud voice shouted.

I spun around and saw a group of mythical animals charging towards me, led by three men on horses. The three men all had crowns of some sort upon their heads.

"Shit," I cursed, before turning and sprinting into the woods.

I leapt over fallen branches and dodged the arrows that were aimed at me. I let out a scream as I stumbled through the ferns and down a hill. I rolled down the hill, before landing at the bottom in all the ferns.

I lurched to my feet and threw myself into a dead sprint once more. My hair had fallen out of its bobble, leaving it to fly about my face.

I shrieked as I tried to stop too quickly and ended up skidding onto the floor. I stopped just in time, as I was near the edge of the ravine.

I stared down with wide eyes, seeing how far down it was.

"I can see her!"

"She's by the ravine!"

I looked over my shoulder and saw the three Kings running through the ferns, on foot, to get to me.

I looked back down at the ravine and saw there was a small path that led down to the bottom.

Trusting my instincts, I slid down onto that, landed on my feet, and started running down the path.

"Hurry up Pete!"

"I'm going as fast as I can Ed!"

"We'll lose her if you two keep on arguing!"

I let out a small cry as I slipped on some loose rocks. I pulled myself back up and jumped the last few steps. I thrashed through the small creek at the bottom of the ravine and to the tunnel that led through the other side of the ravine.

My footsteps echoed about in the tunnel, soon joined by three more sets. I knew the three men were close to me, but I had to keep on running.

I burst into broad daylight, the sun almost blinding me, but I carried on relentlessly.

I paused in my running as I found myself breathing heavily by a tree. Just ahead of me was a small stream, and forest on the other side of the stream.

"Where is she?"

"She's by the stream; I can see her tracks are leading there!"

"How the hell...?" I muttered, before jumping over the stream and plunging into the forest once more.

Finally, I broke through the trees and found myself on the edge of a town. As I looked around, I saw the main road led up to a large, grey castle. The structure was beautiful, but I had no more time to look at it, as my pursuers were catching up with me quickly.

Ignoring the looks from the people in the village, and the Satyrs, Minotaurs, Dryads, Fauns and many other creatures that lived there, I carried on running.

I didn't know where to go, so I just made it up as I wove in between all the villagers in the main market centre.

As I ran to the edge of the village, someone wrapped their arms around me and lifted me off my feet.

"What are you doing?" I shouted, twisting to see who had grabbed me.

"Stop struggling, human," a gruff voice demanded.

I looked and saw a Centaur was holding me about a foot above the ground. Immediately, I stopped struggling, realising it would be futile to carry on.

He led me through the village, where everyone was pointing at me and whispering to others.

Didn't they know anything about subtlety?

I suddenly realised where the Centaur was taking me; to the castle courtyard.

When he walked through the gates, I saw the three men talking to two younger women. All of them turned when the Centaur called out to them.

"My Kings, I believe this is the Daughter of Eve you were looking for," he said.

"Why yes," the one with blonde hair said.

"Let go of me!" I squirmed once more, only to have the Centaur drop me on the ground.

I huffed as I landed on my bottom on the cobbled ground.

"That hurt," I muttered under my breath.

"State the reason why you are in Narnia," 'Blondie' demanded to me.

"No, I want to know where I am and why you are dressed like that," I replied, standing up and brushing myself off.

Before I could make another movement, there was a 'shing' sound and I felt cold metal pressed against my neck.

I looked up and saw 'Blondie' was holding a sword to my throat.

The next thing I knew, I had just been thrown in a dungeon.

"Why the hell am I in here?" I shouted to 'Blondie'.

"Until you state the reason why you are trespassing in my country, you will stay in there," 'Blondie' said, before storming off and closing the door.

Now, I may be ranting, but who walks around wearing what he was wearing? I mean, it's like he stepped out of a 'Tudor' film. Moreover, what's with the sword? He actually looked like he was going to chop my bloody head off, and I ain't being no Anne Boleyn or Catherine Howard, even if I am stuck in a place where they dress like they did.

There are three things I that I am certain of in this place.

I hate 'Blondie'

'Blondie' hates me.

I am totally and irrevocably screwed.