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I just would like to put up a warning that things are going to start getting a little darker in the next chapter or two. Realism is key here.

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Opening her eyes, Makeeda recognized she was on a bed. She felt a pain in her head, remembering she had been knocked out after fighting to break away from her captors on the journey to wherever she was now. She sat up, seeing Gabriella rushing over to her.

"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Where are we?"
"Talmar."
"Those soldiers were Talmarines?"

Gabriella nodded.

"They've been gone for nearly an hour now." she said, looking back at the wooden door. "Can you hear Shruikan?"
"No." Makeeda said, wondering where her mental companion was and why he wasn't trying to bust them out. "There has to be an explanation for all of this."
"Is he… dead?"
"No. I would know if he was dead."

They heard footsteps outside the door before it opened. A single man stepped in, soldiers waiting for him in the hallway.

"Hello, Narnians. I am Lord Miraz. Who are you?"

Gabriella and Makeeda both said nothing, looking to each other and then back to him.

"Please do not make this hard for me." he said cautiously. "You claim to be Queens… To who?"
"The Pevensies." Gabriella said. Makeeda gave her a warning look, but she respected Gabriella as the High Queen and did not say anything.
"I have no knowledge of who you speak of."
"The Kings and Queens of old." Gabriella said.
"What are your names?"
"Gabriella Pevensie."

The man looked to Makeeda, expecting her to say something, but she just shook her head.

"You do not need to know my name, Shem. You have locked us inside this room, your Queens, against our will, and now you expect pleasantries… I refuse to oblige."

The man stepped forward, swinging his hand across Makeeda's face. She held her hand to her cheek for a moment, glaring up at him.

"You should do well to control your tongue." he told her.
"Do not touch me again." she replied.
"Guard." he said, summoning one of the soldiers into the room. "Take them to the prison below us…. They do not wish to be treated like humans."

With that, Makeeda and Gabriella were taken from the room by the soldiers.

Makeeda had been split up from Gabriella since she'd been put in the jail cell. She had been sitting alone for two days, tied to a chair and unable to speak with even the soldiers who paid her no mind as they walked by her cell door. So she was surprised when one stopped at her door. He was wearing white, a mask on his face that covered his mouth. He was accompanied by two soldiers, which Makeeda guessed were for protection.

He touched her hair, feeling it in between his fingers for a moment, and then writing something down on his notepad. He felt her ears, making her jerk away from his touch. He held her head still, feeling them again. His touch did not hurt her, but she didn't feel he would be gentle if she kept struggling. After writing something down on his notepad again, he looked into her eyes. He grabbed her face, telling her to open her mouth. She did so, and he looked inside. She thought him very odd to be examining her like this.

Makeeda let him look over her until he got to her hands. He flipped them up after looking at the backs of them, stopping to examine her gedway ignasia.

"What is this?" he asked her with a gruff voice. She did not answer. "What is this?"

She looked to the soldiers that protected the man, then back to him. He shook her slightly.

"What is this?!" he asked, his voice louder now.
"I do not know." she replied.

He looked unconvinced, but kept on with his examination. He touched her bare feet, looking up to her as he squeezed them.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" he asked.
"I never have."
"Why, is what I asked."
"I am an elf, I do not wear shoes. There is no need." Makeeda spat back at him.

He shook his head, standing from the ground, writing again on the notepad. When he finished, he looked up at her skeptically.

"I was told you claim yourself a Queen, are you married?" Makeeda nodded. "You are not a maiden then?"

Makeeda raised an eyebrow to him.

"This is none of your business-"
"Answer the question or I will have these men hold you down so I can check you."

Makeeda looked at the soldiers again, then back to the examiner.

"No." she said. "I am not a maiden."

He wrote on his notepad once more, then took his glasses off after setting his notepad on the ground next to her. He kneeled down to be eye level with her.

"What are you?"
"I already told you what I was."
"I do not believe you."
"You think I am human?"
"No."
"Then what?" He looked irritated with her now, not enjoying her word games. She sighed with a roll of her eyes. "I am a Dalish Elf."
"What King are you married to?"
"I am married to King Edmund. Gabriella is married to King Peter."
"I do not know these Kings."
"Your own King is a fraud, how can I expect you to know your real ones?"

Her insult didn't seem to bother him, though he cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Why would a King of Narnia marry an elf?"

She narrowed her eyes at him slightly.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Why are you asking me these questions?"
"I am a doctor. I was asked to inspect you for any sicknesses."
"Why would I be sick?"
"You are a Narnian, why wouldn't you be sick?"

Makeeda agreed that it was best her hands were tied together in her lap. His sharp tongue was quickly urging her to call upon her magic to get him to stop talking.

"Why are the Talmarines marching into Narnia and kidnapping us?"
"I do not know the reason for the attack on Cair Paravel, but-"
"What?!" Makeeda said, her heart picking up it's pace. "When was this?"
"…Years ago…" he said, kniting his eyebrows together. "How do you not know of this if you are Narnian?"
"I was there, last night, I slept there, how is this possible?"
"Tell me what year it is." he said.
"Year one thousand-fifteen."

He shook his head, looking more confused now than he had so far.

"It is two thousand three-hundred and fifteen."

Makeeda shook her head now, not believing what he was telling her.

"No. No… What happened to the Kings and Queens?" He was the one who did not answer now. "Where are they? What did you do to them?!"

The man stood now, walking out of the room with the soldiers. Makeeda stared after them, trying to picture the last thing she remembered from the previous night. She had fallen asleep at the table. That was it. She had had no dreams, nothing to make her believe she'd been thrust forward into time. Could it be possible? She was a sorceress, a powerful being, when she wanted to be. Could she have pushed herself through time? Gabriella was here too, though, and Shruikan was nowhere to be heard.

Makeeda looked down at her feet, seeing the pad of paper the man had been writing on. She reached down, picking it up. It was written in her Dalish tongue, surprising her that the man knew the language.

'More men will come. They will take what is not theirs to touch. Stay strong, and keep your dragon away. Do not tell them who you are, Rider. The Varden are coming.'

Makeeda looked up from the paper. How could the Varden be coming if it was a thousand years ago that she was last with them? What men would come? What is not theirs to touch?

"Brisingr." she murmured, causing the paper to burn in her hand. She wondered how far away the Varden were. Was Shruikan with them? The questions didn't cease until she slowly drifted off to sleep in her chair.