So, I know I wasn't going to update until tomorrow, but I couldn't resist. So here's another chapter. It's shorter than the previous one, but it is just as important. The chapters get longer, I promise. And when I said this would be at least 20K words, make that at least 40K words as a minimum because I already have nearly 16,000 and I've only written 7 chapters. And it's still when everything is getting started.

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Chapter II – Departing from Home

Susan continued her searching in the library all night. Edmund even came in and helped her. She could tell that he was a bit nervous about sending the High King and youngest Queen into an unknown kingdom. They dozed off for a few hours, but restarted their search at sunrise. All Susan could find was the name on an old map. Apparently, Corona was a tiny country, an eighth of Narnia's size, to the west of Archenland and Calormen, nestled somewhat in between the warring countries.

How had she never heard of it before?

"Hey, Su, I found something," called Edmund's voice from across the library. Susan picked up her golden skirts and crossed the vast room. She sat down across the table from him. He read, "'Corona, founded seven hundred years ago, is a small country between Archenland and Calormen, but does not reflect the climate and geography of either. Corona is not arid, like Calormen, but is not as frigid as Narnia and Archenland. It is not hilly like Archenland, but is flat and has forests. The people are mostly made up of Archenlanders, but the real roots of the country are unknown. The people of Corona stay mostly to themselves and make little to no contact with the surrounding countries.' That's all there is," Edmund finished.

"But at least that gives us a little information about them and explains why we haven't heard of them. I can't believe we didn't even know they existed!"

"Me neither," Edmund said. "But I feel better knowing that they most likely aren't sadistic cannibals who are going to eat our brother and sister and come take over Narnia." The two laughed a nervous and awkward laugh. "We should probably go help them prepare to depart."

"Yes," Susan said. "Oh, I wish the King and Queen of Corona would just come here, instead."

"I agree, but I don't think we're that lucky. I guess all we can hope for is for the Calormenes to be absent. And for the visit to be brief enough that Peter and Lucy will be back by Christmas. It's only three months away, you know."

"The snow will make it that much more difficult to travel," Susan said knowingly. "After all, the journey to Lantern Waste takes nearly a week and a half in the snow, if not more, and that's not very far at all. We don't even know how long it could take to get to Corona without the snow!"

"I know," Edmund agreed. "Let's go help our siblings."

They stood and carefully stacked the books. King Edmund and Queen Susan left the library and headed to King Peter and Queen Lucy's chambers respectively. Susan stopped by her chamber to grab something to give to Lucy.

Susan knocked on Lucy's door. Lucy opened the door and allowed Susan to enter. "Are you almost ready to leave?" she asked her younger sister.

"Nearly. I've packed a few simple dresses, just in case, and of course, my dagger and cordial."

"Here," Susan said, holding out her ivory horn. "Take this, in case you need help. Aslan will help us to find you."

"Thank you, Susan!" Lucy exclaimed, knowing how precious the horn was to Susan. "I'll take care of it!"

"I know you will, Lu," Susan said. Softly, she added, "I wish you weren't going."

"Why?"

"I just don't trust these people. What if they aren't who they say they are?"

"You have to learn to trust, Susan. Aslan will protect us."

Susan said nothing.

Lucy worried about Susan's faith in Aslan the most. She was the second to last to believe in him, and her faith was the weakest. Please, Aslan, help Susan to see You for who You are!

The girls finished packing Lucy's things, and then walked down to the grand hall where the Kings were waiting. The Pevensie family hugged each other and then followed the rest of the soldiers that were going on the trip to the drive leading up to the Cair. Peter and Lucy climbed upon their horses and waved as they rode off.

Susan and Edmund waved until their brother and sister were out of sight. "Do you think they'll be alright?" Susan asked.

"Of course," Edmund said. "Peter's a magnificent warrior, no pun intended, and Lucy wouldn't let anything get past her. They'll be fine. Let's go get some food. I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Susan laughed.

"Of course!"

Flynn Rider came to with his head reeling and vision blurry. "Where am I?" he asked himself, uncomfortably noting that his voice was shaky. He looked around and saw that he was laying in what seemed to be a pool of dried blood. His shirt was bloody. He was chained to a wall. And then he remembered.

"Rapunzel!" he shouted as loud as he could. Flynn jumped up and fought against the chains. There was nothing he could do. But then he saw a little green frog—no, chameleon. Pascal. "Hey! Pascal!" Flynn called. "Do you wanna help me?"

Pascal was already on his way with a small hairpin in his mouth. He began to pick at the lock on Flynn's chains, and after a few minutes of struggling, Flynn was free. "Thank you so much!" Flynn cried. "Come on, let's go find Rapunzel!"

He picked up Pascal and ran to the window. Unfortunately, he would have to climb down, as the tile in the floor had been replaced and he couldn't remember which one it was that would open the floor and produce a ladder to reach the bottom of the tower. Flynn ran up the stairs and gathered all of Rapunzel's bedding, tying it together to create a rope.

He threw the "rope" out the window and attached it to the hook above the window. As he and Pascal slid down the bedding, Flynn said, "Y'know, I think I prefer her hair, strangely enough." Pascal rolled his eyes.

When they reached the ground, Flynn and Pascal looked around. There was Maximus, looking bored and excited at the same time.

"Thanks for waiting!" Flynn called as he swung himself up onto Max's back. The horse immediately took off across the field and through the rock formation. They sped through the carefully placed curtain of ivy and through the woods. Maximus expertly jumped over logs and leaped over shrubs. Every so often, Flynn had to duck below branches and dodge the occasional critter that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Maximus seemed to be gaining speed with time, rather than be tiring. Flynn Rider was tiring by just riding on Max's back. Pascal looked even greener than normal. Flynn hoped that Pascal wouldn't throw up on his shoulder.

Eventually, Max had to slow down enough to find the scent of Rapunzel and Gothel. They were sent on false trails a few times, and sometimes the trail just ended. Fortunately, Max was more canine than equine, so it didn't take them too long to find the right lead. Unfortunately, Gothel and Rapunzel had at least a day's head start. Flynn didn't know exactly how long he had been unconscious.

Plus, Gothel probably knew where she was taking Rapunzel, so they would most likely be far, far ahead of the followers. How unfortunate.

Flynn could only hope that they would reach Rapunzel and Gothel in time to save Rapunzel from whatever awful fate that Gothel had in store for her.

Rapunzel absentmindedly toyed with her hair as she followed her captor through the forest. She didn't like to complain, but they had been walking for a day with no rest stops, barely slowing down, and Gothel was constantly griping at Rapunzel. Rapunzel tearfully put on a brave face, trying to rebel slightly. However, she knew that it was pointless. She had promised to stay with Gothel forever, and she never, ever broke promises. Rapunzel was a prisoner in every sense of the word.

Tears silently slipped down Rapunzel's cheeks as she continued walking at a brisk pace behind her moth—Gothel. The only thing that kept Rapunzel moving were three thoughts: I'm the lost princess; Eugene loves me; Eugene will come for me...I'm the lost princess; Eugene loves me; Eugene will come for me…I'm the lost princess; Eugene loves me; Eugene will come for me…

Of course, Eugene Fitzherbert had never openly said "I love you", but the emotions were there. He had confessed that Rapunzel was his new dream; wasn't that better than those three simple, yet overused words?

Rapunzel didn't know if she would ever be able to tell anyone "I love you" because of the emotional trials it would remind her of.

I love you.

I love you more.

I love you most.

Lies.

Every utterance of love that had come from Gothel's mouth had been a lie, hadn't it? Even if Gothel had raised Rapunzel for eighteen years, she had still kidnapped the princess and locked her away for her own selfish reasons. What was the big deal about staying young? Everyone has to get old someday. Everyone has to die at some point.

Rapunzel wiped more tears from her cheeks. She tripped over a log and landed on the ground, throwing her hands out in front of her to block her fall. Rapunzel felt a slicing pain on her right hand. She gasped and saw the blood. She had cut her hand on a rock. Immediately, Rapunzel stood, and as she walked, she wrapped some hair around her hand and began to softly sing, "Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse…"

"Shut up!" Gothel cried. "I don't want anyone hearing your song or seeing your hair!"

Rapunzel gave a silent sob and continued to walk. However, the healing power of her hair had worked for less song sung, so her hair began to glow and healed her hand. Once the golden glow had died down, Rapunzel let her hand fall back down to her side. A few moments later, Rapunzel raised her hand so she could look at it. No superhuman abilities. She gave half a smile.

Eugene had wished that her magic hair had given him super strength in his hand. "Because that would be really awesome," he had said to her. No, there was no super strength, only a hand that looked like it had never been injured before.

Rapunzel cradled her hand and continued walking behind Gothel, hoping and wondering when they might stop and begin the rest of their lives.