Here's a repost of an improvised Chapter Two. I apologize for the previous grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I don't anything of Narnia or any of the characters except Faith. The world of Narnia belongs to dear C.S. Lewis. psychpineapplelover owns Robyn.


When I came to myself….wait, wait, wait. Let me rephrase that. I'm starting to sound like C.S. Lewis. Ahem. As I slowly gained consciousness, it felt like someone was gently dabbing my forehead with something cool. I realized I was lying on the ground, covered with a blanket and something supported my head. After I was fully awake (but I kept my eyes closed), I moaned from an even worse, throbbing headache and shifted a little to get comfortable. Why did I have to be knocked out twice? They're gonna kill me one day.

"Now stay still, young one," said an earthy, Scottish voice, "You need to get your rest." The voice was close so I assumed the one caring for me was the one talking.

"Let's kill her now," said a sour voice. "Before she's fully awake."

"Control yourself, Nikabrik," said another voice, "This one didn't do any harm to us. She probably got lost."

The first voice sighed."Poor child. I wonder what a girl like her is doing here."

"Maybe she's come to betray us all," said the second voice.

"Oh, keep your voice down, Nikabrik. You'll wake her up even more."

"Wh-where am I?" I asked weakly.

"Now look what you've done," scolded the same voice.

I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hello, young one," greeted the speaker when my eyes were fully open, "Did you sleep well?" What do you mean I sleep well? I was knocked out twice for Pete's sake.

But when my eyes were fully open, I screamed in horror at what was in front of me: a talking badger. I jumped out of the "bed" and started to dash for the main entrance. Two dwarfs (Am I seeing dwarfs too?) started to come my way, and the badger tried to calm me down. But as I started for the exit, I crumpled to the ground when I felt a dizzy spell. Everything momentarily blacked out, and I didn't feel much when I hit the ground. Now the badger was at my side. The dirty blonde-haired stopped short, but the other was still dashing towards me. In an instant, the badger guarded me, and the red dwarf (that's the dirty blonde) restrained the black-haired dwarf.

"Let me go, Trumpkin!" the black dwarf howled.

"Are you okay?" asked the badger with concern.

First inclination was to scream and dash out again, but then I remembered where I was. Knowing that running out to the middle of a place that I could no longer remember would be useless, and doing so would get me killed eventually, I bit my tongue and answered.

"I...I think I am," I stuttered, "Oh what a headache! Now I'm seeing things!" I rubbed my head.

"Let me kill it, Trumpkin," the black dwarf shouted again, "Now's our chance." But Trumpkin didn't let go.

"Compose yourself, Nikabrik," scolded the badger.

"Wh-where am I?" I asked.

"You're in Trufflehunter's cave," answered Trumpkin.

I gaped. "Come again? Say what?"

"I said you were in Truff-"

"No, no. Where am I?"

"In Narnia, of course. Where else?" said Trufflehunter, "Are you sure you are okay?"

"...Could I have a moment of air?"

"What's wrong?"

"I can't explain to you," I replied.

With that, I got up and ran outside of the enormous trunk house and into the woods, seeing it was afternoon. A bird was chirping cheerfully somewhere, but that wasn't my reaction of the discovery of being thrown into Narnia. I couldn't believe I was in Narnia. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. That didn't work. I shut my eyes tight and opened them again. I was still in the woods. I still couldn't believe I was in Narnia. That explains the woods, my stuff, my clothes, Robyn, that talking badger, and the two dwarfs. How did I get here? I didn't get knocked into Narnia on purpose. Or was it an accident?

"Great. Just great, Faith," I griped at myself, "You're in Narnia. Now I'm gonna be ruining everything and many people are gonna hate me for this."

Then I looked up. "This is your fault, "I griped at the air, "This is your fault I got here. What do you want me to do here? Be a Mary Sue? Smooch a King? Become the heroine of Narnia? Help a dashing prince? Huh? Huh? Well, if that's what you want me to do, I downright refuse the job. I loathe the idea. I'm unavailable. Not interested. No deal. Nadda. Nope. No!" I crossed my arms. "For goodness' sake, I'm a Christian. Not a Mary Sue. I'm a fan fiction author who doesn't and will not ruin or dirty any of C.S. Lewis's works, and I'm a Christian who will keep her purity till she meets the right one and gets married. Read my profile, you!"

I dropped to my knees and yelled like mad, fisting the ground. "I can't believe this is happening!"

The badger ran to my side. "Are you okay? Why don't you come inside… and what was that all about?"

"Well, sorry," I apologized as I slowly got up, "But I'm not supposed to be here! Okay? This is all wrong!"

'Why don't you tell me inside," said the badger, "I can probably help you, and I'll get you something hot to drink."

I hesitated without making a move.

"Come on," urged the badger, "I don't bite." I can't believe an animal is talking to me. I can't believe and animal is talking to me. I'm going mad. I'm going insane!

As Trufflehunter led me back to the huge stump, I mumbled things to myself and stomped. PippinBaggins was right in saying that it may be a girl fan's dream but it isn't right. Pippin, I so wish you are here with me. I need help.

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Inside Trufflehunter's den, I was sitting on the floor against the wall, while Trufflehunter was in his tiny kitchen and Trumpkin and Nikabrik (that's the black dwarf's name), who had crossly promised to settle down, were sitting at the tiny table (well, everything's tiny in there).

"I don't think you're gonna believe what I'm about to say," I started slowly.

Nikabrik growled."Well I don't think I am going to believe anything you say,"

"Be quiet, Nikabrik, or I'll sit on your head," the badger warned. "Now, go on. We're listening." He went to the kitchen to prepare the hot drink.

I started my story. "Well, my friend Robyn and I were at a park in my place. I'm from out of this world. Anyway, we were about to go home, but these thugs mugged us and took our stuff. When I wake up, I'm in the middle of this forest with Robyn nowhere in sight. Thought the thugs took my clothes and my stuff, but I had another bag with other stuff. I was about to fall asleep but then someone knocked me out again. Next thing, I know, I'm here with you guys. But being here, I guessed explained most of my questions. And I don't know why I'm here."

"That's a likely story," grumbled Nikabrik, "except the knocking you out. That was me."

"Oh. Well, my story is true, um, Nicky," I retorted.

"Don't call me that," he snapped.

"That's enough, Nikabrik," warned Trufflehunter.

"So you're not a Telmarine?" asked Trumpkin.

"No," I answered with surprise, "What is a Telmarine?"

Trumpkin was about to answer but Nikabrik interrupted. "A Telmarine is a person whose people have taken Narnia from us real Narnians: whose people has stolen our land, killed our people, and driven us into hiding for over 1,300 years!"

"Well," I asked, "Do I sound like one?"

Trumpkin and Trufflehunter, who was coming with a hot drink, shook their heads.

"Another question. What happened to you? What happened exactly to you guys 1,300 years ago?"

Trufflehunter told the story. "The Telmarines came and invaded us those years ago. A few months before, The Four Kings and Queens had suddenly disappeared only to leave behind their belongings. I guess they had returned to their own land. When the Telmarines saw that we were without ruler, they invaded us and battle ensued. Many brave Narnians died, but few retreated to the woods. Now, the remaining Narnians are hiding as we are."

"Well, that's sad," I lamented with him.

Trufflehunter gave me the hot drink. "If only we had Aslan," he sighed, "He's disappeared or just visited once in a while ever since the Kings and Queens began to reign."

"Tables and turnips," moaned Trumpkin, "Not that fairytale again."

"Hey, just because you haven't seen Him doesn't mean He doesn't exist," I protested. After I had sipped the hot liquid that tasted like…dirt, I tried to hide my sour face of disgust, and thanked him. "It tastes good," I lied, but I felt like puking.

"You've seen Him?" asked an interested badger.

I choked my drink down, and I shook my head. "No. But I do know Him. I just know Him. It's something complicated. I can't explain. But I strangely also remember four kids, your Four Kings and Queens." I sighed. "I wish I knew why I'm here. Probably it was just an accident."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find out soon…your name is?" asked the badger.

"Faith, um…sir," I answered. I took another sip and reluctantly swallowed. Uhh! This is disgusting.

"Well, Faith," said the black dwarf with sarcasm, "Why are you here?"

"I don't know. I told you already …Nicholas."

"My name is not that," retorted the other, "I'll just call you a yapper. You sure have a mouth."

I was about to bite back but Trufflehunter cut in. "Be quiet, Nikabrik."

"That's a nice name, missie," informed Trumpkin.

"Why, thank you, Trumpkin," I replied but suddenly felt nausea in my head after I had taken another sip again. "Oh! What did you put in this?" I blurted out.

"Oh I put some sleeping powder," said the badger. "You looked very tired, Faith. Plus, you're not feeling well."

"Thanks a lot, but I'm fine," my words slurred as I spoke, trying to stay awake. "What about my friend, Robyn?"

"We'll go looking for your friend tomorrow. I'm sure he's fine," said Trumpkin.

"Robyn's a she," I mumbled.

"Oh."

"Get some rest, Faith," encouraged Trufflehunter. "Don't worry about your friend now."

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The next day I woke up feeling so much better, glad to have gotten real sleep instead of being knocked out into unconsciousness. Nikabrik and Trumpkin had gone out somewhere, leaving me alone with Trufflehunter. Trufflehunter was apparently done with making breakfast and was now bringing a bowl of soup with a tray. This time, I took in all that I saw in that home. It was a cave complete with a separate bedroom and kitchen. All of the furniture was small since only two dwarfs and a badger lived there. Despite the size of the home, it was a snug and hearty place to be.

"How are you feeling, Faith?" asked Trufflehunter with a smile.

"A lot better. Thanks," I replied with a yawn, "Where's my bag?"

"It's on the table there."

I crawled on my knees to the table, grabbed the bag, and pulled out my comb. "Where are the others?" I asked as I combed my tangled hair.

"They went to find your friend Robyn."

"I hope she's okay…if she is here at all." I found a hair tie and did a loose pony tail.

"I'm sure she's fine." He set the tray onto the table. "Here's your breakfast. Oh! I forgot your tea. You just stay there."

I sat back down, groaned, and rubbed my head with another incoming headache. Like I'll be going anywhere else. "I still can't get over the fact that I'm here," I declared to myself.

"Here you go."

Trufflehunter came back and handed me the cup, and I took it and sipped. It didn't taste like dirt anymore but something sweet and delicious instead. It didn't look like hot chocolate or coffee or cappuccino yet it reminded me of those familiar, hot drinks. But looking at my breakfast which was soup, I felt sick to the stomach again. It kind of looked more like mud soup than your regular chicken noodle soup. I dipped a finger into the soup and tried a sample. I shuddered a little from the taste of it. It tasted like…like…beef with dirt and water. Trufflehunter came back with a tiny spoon and handed it to me. I spooned a small amount of the soup and ate it. I tried to smile to Trufflehunter, but at the same time I tried not to spit it out.

"This is good," I lied my face trying to hold a straight face.

"Well, I could give some more."

"Oh, no. This is good enough for me. Thank you." Trufflehunter walked away, satisfied that I liked his soup...or so he thought. Trumpkin and Nikabrik came back...with bad news for us.

"Did you find her?" I asked with high hopes.

Trumpkin shook his head. "Sorry, no. We looked as far we could, but we didn't try Beruna."

"Why not?" the badger asked curiously. "Beruna's never been inhabited or rarely."

"Well, now it is," grumbled Nikabrik, "The Telmarines started to build a bridge there. It seems like they started yesterday."

"Oh the poor river god," lamented Trufflehunter. "And the forest there?"

"They started to cut down the forest too," said Trumpkin.

"How much more will they take away from us?" Nikabrik exclaimed, "Our lives?"

"Can't you go for help?" I asked, feeling left out, "You and the Telmarines aren't the only people here in this world."

"How can we?" Trumpkin replied. "We're trapped. We only stay in the woods. The Telmarines inhabited the open areas. And who do we go to for help?"

That I couldn't answer right away so I just remained silent.

"Nobody can help us, Trumpkin," Nikabrik burst, "Nobody."

The Lion popped inside of my head. "Aslan can help," I burst out.

"No, He can't, Faith," argued Nikabrik,"He's gone."

"Yes, He can!" I shouted back, standing up.

"That's enough, Nikabrik," said the badger.

"Well, where is He?" Nikabrik ignored Trufflehunter's warning. "Huh, Faith? I don't see Him. Where is He?"

"I don't know, but He can help," I retorted, getting angry.

"Well, where is He? Where's your Great Lion? Is He in this room right now?" asked Nikabrik with sarcasm. "We haven't seen Him for over 1,300 years. Do you think He can help us now?"

"Nikabrik, stop helping," Truffflehunter warned once more.

"HE CAN HELP!" I cried, biting back tears. Great! Now I'm having an emotional breakdown.

"He died on the Stone Table. Even the White Witch held Narnia for a hundred years before He came again. Now the White Witch can help," shouted Nikabrik.

I burst into tears. "ASLAN IS NOT DEAD!" I screamed before I cried bitterly.

"Now look what you've done, Nikabrik," scolded Trufflehunter, "And don't you ever mention the White Witch again ever or you'll be kicked out."

Nikabrik only grumbled.

"It's alright, Faith. It's alright," Trufflehunter rubbed me as I tried to stop sobbing.

I sniffed. "Sorry, I get into emotional breakdowns easily." I wiped the tears away. I feel like a brat right now. Yeah, kill me for going into an emotional breakdown. "I know Aslan will help," I said indignantly, clearing my face. "You'll see."

"I hope you're right, Faith, I hope you're right," murmured the badger.

From then on, I tried to avoid the subject of Aslan (not that I hate Him), not wanting to start another heated subject. Nikabrik and Trumpkin continued to look for Robyn, but there wasn't any sign. Seeing that they couldn't find her by themselves, they said that they would go to Glenstorm and the "others" for help. (I didn't ask who Glenstorm was.) As I continued to stay with Trufflehunter and the dwarfs, I wondered what I was supposed to do here and what was going to happen to me. Where are you, Robyn? I wondered.


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