Hi everyone, I'm back with an update.

So sorry for the time it has taken, but I have done the clever thing that I should have done before – plan the story out in a notebook and then copy it onto my laptop. I am already writing chapter six as you read this and have ideas for the future.

So then, drama, angst, romance and mystery all lay within this chapter. Along with a bit of humour. So enjoy!

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Therefore, here is the next chapter of 'The Call'

I do not own Narnia or any of the characters that belong to the story – they belong to C.S Lewis and no financial profit is made from this story.

It has been four days since I arrived in Narnia, and in that time, I have grown used to the castle. I even remembered my way around, mostly, making my happy. Despite that, the fact was that I still got lost occasionally, and today was one of those days.

I huffed and stamped my foot on the ground when I walked through the same armoury for the fifth time!

"Are you looking for something?" a low voice asked me.

I spun around, trying to detect the source of the sound. There, sitting in the window seat, partially hidden from view, was King Edmund.

"I-I-No, what would make you think that?" I stuttered at the start, but recovered quickly.

"Well, I have just seen you walk about this same armoury for the fifth time now, are you sure you're not lost?"

"No, I was just re-visiting it as the suits of armour are absolutely lovely and I had to keep on coming back to see them," thank you brain, for that witty comment.

Edmund said nothing, but one black eyebrow rose further up his forehead in disbelief.

"Where were you headed, before you were...distracted... by the wonderful suits of armour?"

"Lucy and Susan requested my presence in the great hall, for the reason; I have not been informed," I replied formally.

"Ah," Edmund grimaced slightly. "Are you a fan of ballroom dancing?"

"Not particularly, I have not really practised it back in England, why?"

"Well, you have been cordially invited to learn how to dance, and that means that Susan is going to be hosting a ball soon," Edmund, stated.

"How do you know that?"

"Whenever Susan is going to host a ball, she always gets us to brush up on our dancing skills to make sure we look good to our subjects. This is something I do not particularly like, dancing, by the way."

I gaped at him.

Sure, I could dance, but I only did that when we were forced to in social dance, at school. And there was no way I was going to take lessons anytime soon, especially in front of people like Edmund and – hang on, why did I mention Edmund? I mean, sure he was quite handsome, and that smile – wait a minute; there I go again. Stop it, bad brain, bad!

"Are you okay?" Edmund asked me, obviously worried that I had just had a mental argument in my brain – though he didn't actually know that, he just saw me staring angrily into air.

"Ugh...Yeah...Yes, I'm fine, totally fine," I tried to recover.

"When did Susan expect to meet you in the great hall?"

"About two hours past noon," I replied questioningly.

"She expects me there at three hours past noon, and seeing as it is drawing close to the latter of the two, I shall accompany you there," Edmund slid off the window seat.

"But you don't like dancing, you just said."

Before I could say anything else, Edmund has placed my arm through his and was pulling me through some of the many corridors. We walked in silence for a few minutes, before I thought of something to say.

"Edmund, you remember a week ago, when you stormed off after I insulted you?"

I took his silence as a yes, so I carried on.

"Well, I know it was out of place for me to insult you, but why exactly did you storm off? I mean, you could have sent me to the dungeons. And why did Peter give me a look when he followed you?"

"I'd had Peter, Caspian, Susan, Lucy and the entire court having little goes at me for the past week, so when you insulted me, I guess I just flipped. And I'm sorry for inflicting it on you, it was wrong of me and I hope you accept my apology."

Stunned into silence, I just nodded. I just had a King apologise for me insulting him!

"But why did Peter give me a look?" I pressed on.

"What did it look like?"

I tried to do an impression of King Peter's face, thought it wasn't that good. However, it was good enough for Edmund to understand it.

"He's got too much on, I mean, we've just had a war with Terabinthia, so he's trying to restore peace, and I suppose he doesn't want another Daughter of Eve annoying the hell out of him, which is what I think he saw of you."

I nodded, thinking things over.

"Also, why were you chasing me and why was I thrown into the dungeons?"

"We were trying to reach you before you reached the Forbidden Woods, and the arrows shot at you weren't actually aimed at you. We saw some Grey Elves trying to reach out at you from the trees, so we were trying to stop you from becoming their next meal. In answer to the latter of the two questions, you were thrown in the dungeons because Pete was in a bad mood, as per usual, so I apologise for him. Even though Lucy is going to be forcing him into an apology, and he will end up apologising."

"Lucy? She looks like she couldn't hurt a fly, so how could she force King Peter into apologising?"

"You don't know Lucy."

"Why was King Peter in a bad mood?"

"He hasn't taken too lightly to Susan and Caspian courting, and since the two of them told us before we went after you, he flipped. You were lucky you were thrown into the dungeons, poor Susan had to console a hysterical maid at the castle after Peter sent her to execution for tripping in the halls. Don't worry though, she wasn't executed, as Susan explained, he was in a bad mood on that day. Just to warn you, Peter has his bad days, and this weeks has been full of them. So try not to do anything to annoy him otherwise you might find yourself in a worse position than being sent to the dungeons."

I nodded slowly; the facts Edmund had just informed me of mulling over in my head. As I was thinking, I realised where Edmund was taking me.

Look, I know I may not be able to carry a map in my head, but I have picked up enough clues that we were going to the Great Hall, especially the corridor lined with painting of the former monarchs, which I remembered seeing when I was dragging to the Great Hall for an audience in front of the five Kings and Queens.

"Edmund," I warned, starting to drag my heels in the floor.

"What?" he muttered.

"Um...you said you didn't like dancing, yet we are heading straight to the Great Hall."

"And?"

"And the Great Hall is where the dancing is."

"Who said anything about going to the Great Hall?"

I paused – he hadn't actually said that we were going to the Great Hall. I was just assuming that.

"So, we're not doing the dancing?" I asked, rather hopefully.

"No, we'll go somewhere else but make it look like we're headed to the Great Hall."

I tried not to burst into song, or do anything rash, like hug Edmund, which is what I wanted to do.

Just as Edmund turned away from the Great Hall, the doors opened and Susan's voice rang out.

"Where are they Lucy?"

Edmund, thinking quickly, spun me around and pushed me against the wall behind a marble statue and in a small alcove. My back was pressed against the cold marble, whilst my chest was pressed against Edmund's. Our breathing seemed louder than usual, but I guess that was because we were both nervous.

"I'm afraid I have no idea, Su, do you want me to go and check their rooms?"

"No Luce, I'm sure they'll arrive sooner or later."

The doors to the Great Hall closed, and Edmund and I let out a deep sigh.

"That was close," I said, as we stepped out from behind the statue.

Edmund nodded, and we both grinned at each other, realising we could now escape the dancing lessons.

Suddenly, a sugary sweet voice rang out in the air.

"Oh, Edmund, my Lord, what are you doing here? I believed you were going to the Great Hall for dancing lessons, as I was."

I turned around and saw a girl dressed in a pale pink dress, which was low cut at the top, and had black hair and piercing green eyes.

"Lady Cecilia," Edmund nodded his brown eyes hardening.

"Oh, it's just Cecilia," Cecilia laughed, and was about to take a step forwards, when she saw me.

She looked me up and down with appraising eyes.

"And who is that? And why is she holding your hand, when mine should be?"

I was about to tell her where she could put her hand, but Edmund beat me to it.

"This is Lady Alena, she is a guest of the Kings and Queens and she will be treated with the utmost respect. Especially as we are all such good friends with her," Edmund didn't say it in a steely tone, but there was coldness underlying it, which scared me slightly.

Lady Cecilia obviously heard it, as her eyes widened almost unnoticeably, but she ignored it and went back to smiling.

"Well then, I guess I should just tell Susan that you were both sneaking out together. How do you think she'd react to that, Eddie?"

Edmund stiffened at his nickname, but darted forwards to stop Lady Cecilia from entering the Great Hall. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She, overdramatically may I add, spun around and literally threw herself on Edmund.

"Oh, your highness," she giggled in a falsetto voice.

She kept a hold of his hands and was pulling them around her, making it look like Edmund was forcing himself upon her.

As she shrieked and giggled, I could only stand and stare with my mouth open as the other Kings and Queens ran out of the Great Hall. They obviously thought that Lady Cecilia's shrieks were ones of pain and terror, as King Caspian and King Peter had their swords drawn, Susan had an arrow notched in her bow and Lucy had her dagger out. Their eyes widened as they saw Edmund wrestling to get Lady Cecilia off him.

"Lady Alena, a little help?" Edmund grunter.

I stepped forwards, got a hold of one of the thrashing hands of Lady Cecilia, and tugged her back slightly, to get her off Edmund.

"Get off me, insolent wench!"

She obviously hadn't realised that the four other monarchs, as well as half of the court, who were making their way around on their daily business, were watching, as she swung around, letting go of Edmund, and slapped me hard across my right cheek.

She had muscles in her; I'll give her that, as I crashed into the marble wall, my head connecting with the stone with an awfully loud crack!

"How dare you!" High King Peter roared at Lady Cecilia, who stared at me. I felt something warm and sticky begin to drip from a large pain on my left forehead.

"Your majesty, I was just trying to get her off Edmund, as she threw herself at him," Lady Cecilia simpered, trying to make it sound like she was the innocent one.

"Indeed, we saw what happened," Queen Susan said, glaring at the cowering Lady.

"You were forcing yourself upon our brother and then inflicted violence on our guest," King Caspian said, as Lucy and Edmund kneeled by me and were helping me up.

"Alena, are you alright?" Edmund asked me.

"I believe so," I nodded. "I think I can stand."

Lucy and Edmund let go of me, but still stood close to me in case I fell over. However, when their support vanished, I tilted dangerously to one side. Edmund's arm caught me before I could hit the ground.

"Alena?" he asked me in a worried tone when my eyelids started fluttering.

"Mm?" I groaned, trying to swim through the haze in my mind.

"Peter!" Lucy cried when she saw my state.

"See her to the closest room," Peter ordered.

I felt someone pick me up and I had my head and upper torso curled against a velvet-clad chest. This person smelt nice, of fresh dew in the morning and the musky scent of wood.

The person carrying me was jogging to where ever they were taking me. A door was kicked open and the person rushed into the room.

"Lucy, get your cordial," Queen Susan's voice ordered.

My head was throbbing and the only thing that would help soothe it was the scent of morning dew and musk from the person carrying me.

As I was placed on a soft surface – a bed, my mind told me through the haze – the only things that I could tell was the musky smell was starting to move further away from me, and the person was leaving me.

"No!" I managed to cry out, grabbing the person's wrist and keeping them near me.

"Susan?" a familiar, husky voice asked.

"I think she needs you by her side," the gentle voice of Susan stated.

"Why?"

"Just stay with her for the time being, she's in enough trauma as it is and she seems to have some connection to you. Plus, she's a lot calmer than she could be in this situation."

"How would you know? It's not every day that you're smashed into a wall and are knocked almost unconscious."

I felt the bed dip and I found the body of the person that had carried me in was lying next to me.

"I've got it!" I young voice cried.

"Quickly," a hand pressed on my cheek. "She's so cold."

There were footsteps towards the bed, before my head was tilted to the side and my mouth parted slightly. A warm, spicy liquid fell into my mouth in one drop. As I swallowed the liquid, the throbbing in my head started to fade.

"Her wound is fading," the musky voice said, close to my ear.

"Let her sleep it off, we'll see how she does when she wakes."

"We'll take turns watching her, Ed, can you start?"

"I'm going to have to Pete; apparently I'm her new pillow."

There was laughter throughout the room as I started to doze.

"See you in an hour or so."

"Bye."

Just before the people left the room, I turned and lay on the person's chest, making a couple of females go 'aww' quietly. As sleep overcame me, I felt a pair of lips brush my forehead.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a lush meadow on a cliff, filled with yellow, blue and pink flowers. I sat up and saw I was wearing a cream dress with a gold underskirt and golden trimmings. I raised a hand to my head and found that my honey blonde locks were pulled up with a few framing my face, as well as a crown. Startled, I lowered my hand, but something caught the sun on it. Something on my left hand, something on my ring finger, something that looked scarily like an engagement ring.

I yanked my hand to my face and saw it was indeed a sapphire gem embedded on a silver band, but who had proposed to me?

"My daughter," I spun around upon hearing a deep voice and saw a golden lion standing before me. "Do not be alarmed."

"Aslan," I breathed, sinking onto my knees in a bow.

"You may rise, young one. I guess you are wondering why I brought you to Narnia."

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Walk with me," I followed him, walking along the cliff top.

A moment of silence passed, before Aslan spoke once more.

"I have brought you to Narnia to help the Pevensie's and Caspian. They will be in grave danger if you were not here. Their greatest enemy and fear will arise once more, and you will be protecting them, as well as defeating one."

"Defeating?" I exclaimed in horror.

"Defeating the walls around his heart," Aslan explained.

"What do you mean? And who's heart?"

"My dear, only time will tell what I mean. As for whom, well, your fiancé has arrived and is waiting for you.

I turned around and saw a man walking towards me, with the sun behind him, meaning I couldn't see his face.

"Alena," he said, reaching towards me.

That voice, it can't be him, can it?

My body reacted instantly and not to my mind, by reaching my own arm out to grab his hand. Before our fingers brushed, a lion roared somewhere in the back of my mind.

I awoke with a start and found myself staring into a pair of brown eyes.

Well, that was chapter 5 of 'The Call'.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Please review, and tell me in a review or PM whom you think the 'Greatest Enemy and Fear' is and who Alena's fiancé is.

Thanks for reading and sticking by me.

In addition, if you want, when you review or if you already have, you can send me a Narnian version of a name that you would like to feature in the story, as I am stuck on ideas. If you can't think of any, just send me a name and I will see if I can make it Narnia, Calormen, Terebinthian or Telmarine.

Adieu,

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