I woke up in grass; not just any grass though. It was the softest grass I had ever felt. I was completely and utterly positive when I woke up that I was in heaven. I was positive of that for about thirty seconds, until the overwhelming sensation of pain took over me. When I realized that I was not, in fact, dead, I began to wonder how in the world I was alive. I attempted to open my eyes, but found them caked in dried blood. I reached my arm up and scratched away the flakes and opened them. My vision was blurry, but I could see well enough to know that I was not in the same place I had passed out at last night. I was in the middle of a field, or so I assumed. I assumed this because all I could see when I opened my eyes was blue; a huge expanse of blue sky; not a cloud in it. Also, when I diverted my eyes to the ground, I saw the greenest grass surrounding me.

In a distance far from where I lay, I saw what looked to be a castle. I was sure I was hallucinating from blood loss though, because the only castle I knew of in Orlando was Cinderella's, and this looked nothing like it. I closed my eyes and gave myself the opportunity to breathe. It hurt like hell. Several ribs were broken and the movement from my diaphragm flexing as I breathed pushed against them greedily. A dull ache encompassed my shoulder and just thinking about it made me nauseous. I realized right after that thought that it wasn't my shoulder making me nauseous; it was the stab wound in my back doing so. I promptly rolled myself over and threw up. I threw up more when I saw that it consisted mostly of blood.

Eventually, I forced myself to move into a sitting position. Just that tiny movement cause me agonizing pain. I was completely out of breath by the time I had risen to my stance.

I looked back over at the castle and saw that there seemed to be some kind of commotion going on within it. The idea of human life being so near me filled my heart with glee. With a new found hope, I wrestled my body into a standing position. I wobbled very dangerously for a few seconds before I found my balance. On an accidental glance at my feet, I noticed that the grass I had been laying in had a huge blood stain on it. I had lost an enormous amount of blood. I grimaced and prayed to God that I didn't die. A glance further past my blood stain revealed that somehow, where ever I was and however I got here, my guitar had arrived with me. Glee much more vast than the glee I had developed upon sight of humanity struck my heart and I limped towards it. I snatched it up in my good arm and turned my attention upon the castle.

Walking was extremely difficult and in the end, after about my fifth step and discovering that something warm was oozing down my back, I decided that there was no way I was going to be able to walk to the castle in my condition. I sat back down on the ground and curled my body around my guitar. I decided that I was going to die. There was no way I would be found in time to be saved and I didn't have the energy to save myself. I put my life in the hands of whatever higher force was out there and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but when I opened my eyes I noticed two things: one was that it was dark outside and the stars were brighter than any I had ever seen; two was that I was being carried at a very swift pace. My eyes drifted to the person holding me and I was completely flabbergasted as to what he was.

"What are you?" I croaked, my voice too hoarse for normal speech. I realize now that my first reaction probably should have been to question why he was carrying me and where he was taking me. However, I was too delirious from blood loss and too certain of my eminent death to worry about whatever safety I may have had in the world any longer.

The creature seemed only slightly alarmed to my addressing him and after giving me one bewildered glance, he composed himself and looked away.

"I am a centaur. What land do whence you come that knows not such a thing?" He questioned back, his eyes darting to mine every so often. I interpreted his question quickly in my head and decided he had just asked me where I was from.

"I'm from Orlando. Are we still in Florida? I don't recognize anything around here." I murmured quietly.

"I'm not sure what a "Florida" is, but I can assure you, milady, that we are in the great land of Narnia, under the rule of the most noble kings and queens." He answered, glancing at my eyes again. He seemed proud of his answer.

"Narnia, eh?" I questioned pitifully. I assumed that meant I actually was dead and this place was the Heaven I had created in my mind. His attention on my eyes was starting to make me nervous, so I closed them in an effort to prevent him from seeing them.

I noticed a rather unsettling pain beginning to reemerge in my back. The centaur that was carrying me had a belt of sorts around his middle. I found out later it was a harness to hold his sword at his hip. As the unnamed centaur ran, carrying me to God only knew where, his harness was rubbing against the wound on my back. I attempted to shift myself in his arms, but at the slightest movement, a horrific pain shot through my body, causing me to scream out in anguish.

"You are beginning to lose the numbness of your pain. The shock from whatever event that has left you thus is wearing off. You have several broken ribs, which will now cause you pain as you breath. The stab wound in the left of your back has surely punctured an organ and you are now bleeding internally and externally to death. Your cheek bones and your nose are broken. Your arm, which was out of socket when we found you but forced back in place by my companion, is useless due to severe bruising." I noticed him cast a slightly nervous glance at my face and eyes once more before looking quickly away. "You were found without..."

"Oreius." A sharp voice commanded. I attempted to look over at the voice spoken, but found I could not do so without causing myself severe pain. "Now is not the time to list her injuries. Wait until we are in the privacy of the infirmary." The voice was female and brought me a certain level of comfort.

As our journey continued, new pain's began arising in my body, in places I hadn't known I had been hurt. In an attempt to block out the pain, I closed my eyes and felt myself drift into an unstable sleep. I was dreaming about a lion running through the woods when several noises surrounding me caused me to open my eyes blearily. Everything was out of focus and I couldn't make my eyes do otherwise. Through my blurry vision, I was able to make out fuzzy visions of creatures looking on at me. I assumed their gaping mouths were at my horrid state. I closed my eyes again and willed myself unconscious.

Through my sleep, I heard bits and pieces of conversations around me.

"Have you informed Their Majesties yet?".

"Not yet, Tumnus. Nephele is on her way to the High King's office as we speak." Oreius responded.

"Do you think Hylonome will be able to cure her?"

"No. The only hope this human has in surviving is in Queen Lucy's cordial. She will pass into Aslan's Country soon."

"I cannot cure her."

"We knew that already, Hylonome."

"Another Daughter of Eve in Narnia, Oreius? What could this mean?"

"I know not, Nephele. But by the mane look at her. Aslan is with her in spirit and body. Did you see her eyes?"

"Where is she?" A small voice shouted jarring me from my sleep. I realized when I awoke that I was on a small cot. I looked over and saw a girl no older than fourteen or fifteen heading towards me with a red flask in her hand. Behind her followed three other humans. Her eyes caught mine and she gasped in horror. The three behind her, two boys and a girl, all had equal looks of horror across their faces. The young girl rushed forward and held out her flask. My eyes closed of their own accord, no energy to keep them open.

"Is that..." A male voice started. I heard footsteps approach my bed quickly.

"No, your majesty." The footsteps halted.

"Status check." Another male voice demanded.

"Five broken ribs, cheek and nose bones broken, stab wound in the lower left half of her back, more than likely punctured the kidney. Severe bruising covering nearly every inch of her body. When she was found, the left arm was out of socket and the muscles in it torn nearly to pieces. Also," The female recounting the damage done upon my body hesitated.

"Also what?" The first male demanded.

"She was found without shorts and with heavy bruising and scratches between her legs, Your Majesties." Oreius replied.

"What?" I whispered deliriously, opening my eyes in shock. Even in my state I knew what he had just said. I tried to sit up, but found I had not the energy to do it.

I felt myself begin to panic as I forced myself into a sitting position. The two boys rushed forward to help me, but a fearful glance in their direction halted their movements. I lifted the sheets covering me and found I was only in my underwear and tank top. I was mortified, not remembering the creep ever taking my pants off. How had I not noticed that in the field? My mouth was open in terror and I started to shake.

"Sshhh. All will be fine." The youngest girl of the four humans told me. I looked over at her as she climbed onto the cot I was on and she hesitated for half a second upon seeing my eyes before continuing. I glanced at the older girl and noticed she was watching me with wide eyes and a pale face. "Open your mouth." She told me, tears in her own eyes. I did so slowly, not taking my eyes off hers. She tipped the flask and hot liquid poured down my throat. It was very soothing and I felt my eyes droop.

"She looks just like..." The first male voice started again, but did not finish.

"By the mane, she is identical." The second male conceded.

"Oh Ed!" Another female voice, presumably the oldest girl, called out tearfully. Loud footsteps left the area I was in, followed by smaller ones.

The last thing I heard was, "Did you see her eyes?"

"Yes. They were the same as Aslan's."

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