(REVISED VERSION)

I will take some time to revise each of the chapters I've written so far and once I'm done (which I hope doesn't take too long) I will continue the story :)

So, here's the fourth chapter.

Bee is in Narnia (finally) and she meets my other main character in this one! :)

This chapter is around 1, 500 words.

Enjoy :)

Chapter IV

"A new acquaintance"

Bridget was freaking out even though she didn't want to admit it to herself. She breathed in deeply and tried to calm herself down. Very much as her mother used to do around her own age, she was trying to think logically and trying to find an answer of how she had gotten there. And most importantly: how to get out.

How could she possibly be in Narnia just by blowing a damn horn!

"This isn't possible… this isn't possible… this isn't possible…" Bee kept saying over and over again as she was pacing holding the horn, or more like gripping it tightly, while trying to find a way to go back home as soon as possible.

If anyone had asked Bridget her impression of Narnia at that moment she would probably yelled that she utterly hated the place, for she was more desperate to get out of there than she had ever been in her life trying to get out from somewhere else. That kept her from noticing she was actually in a very beautiful forest.

The first idea that had came to her after a while was to blow to horn again to go back to England, but of course things were a little more complicated. She had done it and nothing happened, she was still stuck in there.

Time passed by and after finally deciding that things wouldn't improve is she just stayed there walking around like mad and after her stomach started to make weird noises, Bridget started walking ahead hoping to find some food or just some way to get the hell out of that bloody world.

It was funny but being trapped in that land made Bridget starting to feel pretty much like Alice in Wonderland. But Bee always though that was a great story filled with fun and humor, and being trapped in Narnia was not fun at all. If anything she was bored to death… and really hungry as well.

One thing she should accept despite her idea of Narnia being a hideous place was that the landscapes were utmost beautiful, if anything they were utterly breathtaking. Once she cleared her mind a bit she began to actually see the place she found herself in.

It was such a gorgeous to place to be in and for a moment she forgot all her distress and problems while beholding the beauty around her

The forest she was walking through was so colorful and so full of life. The trees were immensely big with strong thick twigs carrying so many leaves decorating the top of the forest with so many shades of green and brown.

The grass she felt beneath her bare feet was the softest grass she had ever walked on also adorned with a few little flowers of so many colors spreading all over the ground.

There was the bright golden sun going through the leafy roof above her, the merry chirping sounds of the birds and the calming sound of a river near the forest.

But then she looked at the object she was holding on her right hand and remembered that very object was the reason she was there and slowly her bad temper returned to her making her forget about the entire splendor of that mighty forest.

She really had learned to truly hate that bloody horn over the past few hours…

After so much time of walking without even stopping, Bridget began to feel really tired and the hunger wasn't really helping. Her feet were sore and her stomach seemed to refuse to stop is growling.

Thank God she could already see the edge of the forest a few meters before her. At last!She thought, feeling exhaustion going mercilessly through her entire body.

Her goal all that time she had been walking was to reach the edge to get out of the forest, but once she reached it what would she do? Unfortunately Bridget didn't have a plan after that.

Anyway there wasn't much she could do so she only kept walking until she reached the very end of the forest.

After the forest there was a meadow and with a growing smile on her lips she was able to spot a river not far from where she was, and because she was a bit dehydrated the water from the river would help to vanish her thirst and maybe even to refresh herself because her pajamas were a little bit warm for that summer-like day.

For walking with her bare feet they hurt a bit and she was planning to sink them underwater as soon as she reached the river but she got a little unpleasant surprise as she reached it.

The river wasn't at the level of the ground. The water had carved the soil and it had gone under maybe around twelve meters, so Bee would have to climb down if she wanted to reach the water.

It was a very small gorge but Bridget really didn't feel like climbing at that moment, the thing was her body was asking –or yelling- for just one sip of water.

Bee put the horn on a pocket form her pajama and then started to descend and was happy to notice it was a lot easier than it looked from above.

She was very pleased to drink that crystal clear water for it really tasted well and was utmost refreshing. She also washed her dirty feet with the cold water to clean them and to massage them a little bit because they were very swollen for all the walking she had done without shoes.

As soon as she felt more or less rested and when she felt she was done there, she got up and started to climb her way up. She was around the middle of the gorge as she felt one rock beneath her left foot move and then fall, making Bridget stagger and have the awful feeling she was about to fall.

Then she made a terrible mistake: she looked down.

Oh dear!

Bridget began to feel some vertigo, which was bad and then as she moved, trying to climb a bit higher another rock moved and fell, which was even worse. That time she couldn't hold back a scream, for she really felt she was going to fall.

She couldn't move further, not even if that was the only thing she wanted to do. She wanted to move from that place as soon as possible!

Bee was hanging there, completely frozen, with her eyes closed and almost sure she was going to die. She was focusing on than and on that only, that she didn't hear the echo of a horse's hooves galloping on the meadow, very near her.

"Excuse me. Do you need some help? I heard you screaming" Came a voice from above.

Bridget startled as she heard a male voice thickly accented –with an accent she had never heard before, by the way- and she carefully looked up.

A young man, maybe a couple of years older than her, was staring at her with curiosity. After all, who wouldn't do that while seeing a poor girl hanging from a cliff, scared to death to even move an inch.

He had dark long hair, kind of messy, he had a strong complexion, tanned skin and from where she was hanging his eyes seemed to be completely black.

"Oh, no. I'm fine" Bee lied, her pride kicking in and refusing the young man's help only to prove herself she was able to get out of that on her own.

He half smiled with such a cheeky smile, Bridget felt the sudden urge to slap him in the face for making fun of her.

"If you say so… but to me it looks like you are pretty stuck down there, my lady"

The young man then started to descend and within a few seconds he was next to her.

She hated him for making the climb look so easy. Even though descending was easier than climbing up, he had done it faster than she had just some minutes ago.

"I will carry you but I need you to climb on my back" he said.

There's no way I'm climbing on your back! You're a total stranger!

"I don't need your help" Bridget said maybe a little bit too arrogant.

He just stared at her for a couple of seconds. His eyes were not black as she though at the beginning. They were brown, but it was such a dark and intense color that made his eyes appear black. And only now, as the light of the sun touched his eyes, they seemed to be made of pure honey.

He had a pretty intense gaze.

"Fine" she said, grumbling.

He helped her to move and to be able to climb on his back. Then, very carefully but with a speed Bridget was envying, the young man reached the edge of the gorge and helped Bridget off his back.

"Thanks"

"It was my pleasure…" he began, but it felt as he didn't complete his sentence. He looked at her asking her name with that look.

"Bridget"

"Bridget" he repeated. "What a strange name. You're not from around here, are you?" he said as he was scanning what she was wearing, which really made Bridget feel uncomfortable for she was wearing her pajamas.

"No, I'm not" she said with a bad temper the young man couldn't really understand. "And actually the only thing I want to do now is to go back home"

"Well, maybe I can help you to get there" he said as the complete gentleman he was.

"I really doubt it"

"At least let me try" he said as he approached his pitch-black horse standing near them.

Bee walked towards him and the man helped her up the horse and the he mounted the horse as well.

"You can call me Fevian, by the way" he introduced himself.

Yay! Fevian is here! :)

So here's where the story really begins. I hope you like this chapter, I really worked hard on this one and I actually liked the way it turned out.

IMPORTANT!- Since I'm not very good with the whole geography of Narnia, the geography is going to be based on the map from The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.

And just in case you're wondering, Bee was walking through the Dancing Lawns in this chapter and she met Fevian in the Fords of Beruna.

If you have some suggestions for the story or any ideas, please let me know!

Please review!