A/N: Wow, thanks guys! Thanks to you who have reviewed, but me on their alert list and etc. Wow. Just wow. I love you!

Anyone, here's the second chapter, hope you enjoy it! I had a terrible writers block at the beginning of this chapter, so... And before I forget again, I do not own anything connected to the Chronicles of Narnia, including the books and the movies. (Big surprise? Yeah, I thought so.) I do however; own Evangeline and other OCs, and the plot. Oh, and just one funny fact before I move on; the title on this chapter was originally "Cool title here once I have written the chapter". Just so you know.

And I know Aslan is a little cliché in this chappie, but c'mon, a lion who talks is allowed to be cliché. Right?

Correction; MAYOR writer's block. So sorry.

Chapter 2

It's all about faith

She woke up, feeling the sun hitting her face. Groaning, she lifted her hand to block the bright light. Then, she suddenly remembered what had happened last night and she sat up instantly and looked around. No. Freaking. Way. Rubbing her eyes before she looked again, she just had to realise the truth. She was still in the wood she had been stumbling around in last night. Not in her big, white bed back home. Not waking up from an uncomfortable position on the loft. No, she was in a freaking forest!However, now that the sun shined and she could see things more clearly, she saw how beautiful everything was. It was nothing like the forests back in England. The trees were unbelievably tall, and the colours... Everything was so much brighter and stronger here, wherever "here" was.

Standing up, she noticed a wound on her leg. Great. It was probably a result from her tripping last night. At least it didn't hurt. That much. Maybe, if she found some people that could help her, they would be able to tell her where she was and how to get home. Grabbing her suitcase, which she had managed to drag through the forest last night, she remembered something. The bird. She looked around, searching for it, but with no result. It had probably left her to fly home to its nest or something.

She started walking in no specific direction. She just figured if she walked long enough, she had to meet someone eventually. God, it was hot here. The sun was frying her, and she soon began to look water. A river, the sea... something. Looking around more carefully now, she continued walking. But with no result. There wasn't a single drop of water in sight, if you didn't count the drops of sweat on her face. She was ready to give up completely, when she suddenly saw something.

Ten feet away from her, give or take a few feet, was a lion. It was a beautiful lion, with a big mane and golden eyes. But it was, nonetheless, a lion. And considering that the only time she had seen a lion before was when a poor creature was locked up in the zoo, it looked like she was in a very dangerous situation. Scratch that, she was in a very dangerous situation.

Gradually, keeping her eyes at the lion, she took a few steps backwards. Being the paranoid girl she was, she had read about what you should do if you came across a bear in the woods. She just had to rely on that walking slowly backwards instead of running would help her stay alive. Hopefully. But just as the thought reached her mind, the lion turned around and locked eyes with her. Feeling her whole body going stiff, she could do nothing but stare back. Such beautiful eyes the lion had. So true, gentle, wild, powerful and dangerous.

Yeah, dangerous. That was probably a good thing to remember.

The lion didn't move, or growled at her as she had expected the creature to do. It just stood there. Maybe she would be able to get away from this. If she just moved slowly, if she managed not to trip and be quiet, then maybe, just maybe, the lion would ignore her and move one chasing something. Please be blind, please be blind, please don't be hungry. Please don't eat me! Please be a vegetarian!But just as she was about to take a step in reverse the lion opened its mouth and... talked?

"Do not be afraid, little one." Her mouth opened and she blinked a couple of times. This surely had to be a dream. This all was her imagination going a bit too far. The wardrobe, the bird, the lion that talked.

"Do not be afraid," the lion repeated as he walked against her. "You are not in any danger. Not yet."

Still amazed, she didn't realise what his words meant at once. When she grasped what he had meant, she just looked at him. There was something in his golden eyes that made her, well, not trust him, but at least not expect him to jump at her and bite her head of either. She opened her mouth and talked.

"Where..." Her voice was shaky and she had to take a deep breath before she continued. "Where am I?" It was the only logical question she could think of. She had to know where she was in order to know how to get home.

The lion ignored her question.

"You need to believe in yourself, little one. You need to have faith." The lion looked at her as it wanted her to answer.

"In what?" In what? Was that the only thing you could think of? And stupidly enough, it was.

"You will find out soon enough." The lion looked at her with gentle eyes.

How can I have faith in something I don't even know what is? She thought as the lion stepped closer to her. Only one foot separated the two of them now.

"By having faith in yourself." She jumped as the lion answered her unspoken question. She was clearly dreaming. Or hallucinating. Or both, for that matter. This wasn't real, none if this was.

"I cannot say I understand how you feel, but you will soon meet someone who does." The lion turned around and started walking away from her. She realised then he was planning on leaving her.

"Wait!" She screamed, and the lion turned around and looked at her.
"Yes, daughter of Eve?" He asked gently. She didn't bother to try to understand what he was saying.

"Who are you?" She asked in a whisper.

"I am Aslan." And with those words he leaped down from the stone he was standing on and ran away.

"Aslan." She whispered and sat down, suddenly exhausted. Why was this happening to her?

She sat for a while, trying to regain her strength. The lack of food and water was starting to get on her nerves, and she could feel the dizziness and headache coming. She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday, and it had to be ages ago. The sun was high on the blue sky, not exactly making her feel any better.

She felt miserable.

She had no idea where she was, how to get home, how to find something to eat or drink, and if she was in danger or not. And she had just met a talking lion. How could she possibly be alright? She felt the tears collecting in her eyes and she didn't bother to hold them back as she dropped herself down on the soft grass and started sobbing. Why me? She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. After a couple of minutes, the tears stopped running down her cheeks and she concentrated on breathing calmly. Freaking out was definitely not going to make this any easier. But maybe she could rest a little... That's when she heard it. She twisted her head so fast that it hurts, but she didn't care. The sound of water trickling down a river.

She got up and limped as quickly as she could against the sound. Damn leg. She thought to herself and tried to fasten her pace. She stepped past another old looking and extremely large tree, and then she saw the blue, refreshing water. It was a small river, but nonetheless, it was a river. The water had an amazing blue shade, but at the same time it was clear and clean. It was surrounded by rocks and grass on both sides, and the shadows the trees casted highlighted various parts of the tempting water.

Stumbling the last few feet to the river she let go of the suitcase and bent down. She let her fingers feel the cold sensation. She smiled to herself and took a handful of water and splashed it in her face. There goes my makeup. She chuckled a little. Who cares? Taking another handful of water she brought her fingers up to her mouth and started to drink. The water tasted so well, nothing like the metallic water that runs through the old pipes at home. She continued to drink until she was satisfied, and then sat down. Taking of her dirty shoes and socks, she stuck her feet down in the water and let out a sigh of relief. No more walking in high heels in the woods. Her shoes looked and felt horrible. The cold water soon calmed down the pain she had gotten from walking for so long, and it even cleaned up her wound a little. She sat for a while, before her feet got cold and she dragged them out of the water. She grabbed her suitcase and dragged it to where she sat before lifting the lid. She looked around and finally found what she was looking for; her book. Pulling it out of the suitcase, she flipped the book open and started reading.

The housemaid's folding back her window-shutters at eight o'clock the next day was the sound which first roused Catherine; and she opened her eyes, wondering that they could ever have been closed, on objects of cheerfulness; her fire was already burning, and a bright morning had succeeded the tempest of the night. Instantaneously, with the consciousness of existence, returned her recollection of the manuscript; and springing from the bed in the very moment of the maid's going away, she eagerly collected every scattered sheet which had burst from the roll on its falling to the ground...

She closed her eyes. This wasn't that bad. She had regained her fondness for the sun, she wasn't thirsty anymore, and the wound didn't hurt. That much. However, she still needed to find out how to get home.

Crack. A small sound got her attention and her eyelids fluttered open. Where did it come from? She looked around, but she couldn't see a thing. Keeping her eyes on the forest, she put her book down at the forest floor. She continued to scan the forest with her eyes for a while, before deciding that it probably had been a bird or something that wasn't dangerous and lived in the woods. But although the logical part of her brain told her that, she crept up to the body of a tall tree where she could keep an eye on things. Cautiously, she lifted her book up and continued reading about Catherine Morland's life.

The sun was setting when she finally put her book down. She had forgotten time, and had only noticed how late it had gotten when she had trouble seeing the letters on the page. She put the book down and stretched while yawning a little. It was soon dark, she was tired, and beginning to walk now was of no use at all. So she did what she felt was the most logical thing to do, she decided to sleep here, by the river.

She put her book down in her suitcase and grabbed a towel that originally was going to be used seven months earlier. She caught a glimpse of her computer, almost hidden behind a bikini and some clothes, and had to force back some tears. She just wanted to go home. This was her second night out in the woods, and she was no closer in finding her way home. Maybe I can use the computer; maybe I'll find a GPS or something... She thought, but then dismissed it. Internet, here? In the middle of the forest? Yeah, right. So she closed the lid and laid down in the soft grass. To be honest, she had never been fond of camping, so laying here, gazing up at the stars could have been very nice, but she was just frightened.

She didn't know exactly what she was afraid of. After all, the lion had told her that she wasn't in any danger. Yet, she reminded herself. He said you weren't in yet. And she had to believe him. After all, he was the only, well, not person, but intelligent creature she had met in this place. And he seemed reliable. As much as any lion can seem reliable, that is.

She closed her eyes and forced her mind to think of something else. Landing on the novel she was reading, she fell asleep dreaming about Catherine Morland's adventures. Not her own.

Her eyes opened quickly and she felt her whole body tremble in fear. There was someone near her. Almost shutting her eyes closed to look as if she was still asleep, she tried to gain control of her constant shaking body. Her heart was racing and her senses sharpened as another sound, similar to the one that had waked her up was to be heard. She couldn't understand what it was. It sounded like footsteps, but yet, different. Muffled by the grass, maybe. Allowing herself to open her eyes a little more, she realised it was still dark. She couldn't see anyone, which made her fear that whoever it was making noise was behind her.

Then she saw something.

Five figures walked out of the woods, all seemed to be on edge. She was about to cry with relief, none of them had seen here. She almost revealed herself when the one of them said something.

"Are you sure this is where you saw something, Lu?" The voice was definitely male.

"Yes, I'm sure Peter." 'Lu' sounded like she was going to roll her eyes.

"Well, are you seeing anything now, then?" The first voice, Peter, she reminded herself, asked.

"No, obviously she can't Pete. It's dark, and I can't even see my own hand." A third voice said impatiently, also male.

'Peter' didn't answer.

"Peter?" Another voice shot in, this one female.

"I was just thinking... Let's just camp here tonight, and we'll look around tomorrow. I'm tired." He obviously gave up arguing and sat down. The first girl (for she had sounded like a girl) said happily "Thanks, Pete!" and sat down beside him.

"Well, I just wanna get some sleep, so shut up both of you." It was the third voice. Along with the other female he had taken a seat beside the others.

The fifth figure, whom had been silent until then, spoke.

"I'll take the first watch. I'm not tired." He sat down beside the female, who positioned herself to sit a little closer to the man. The company calmed down, and soon they were all snoring. The man who had volunteered to function as guard as well. She didn't dare to fall back into sleep, in fear of what she was going to do if they did find her. This way, she would be able to get up and run if they saw her, or sneak away. But that hope was soon crushed as the fifth person woke up and rose quickly, waking up the others in the process. Dawn was breaking, and she was positive that if they look towards her, they would be able to spot her right away.

Shit. She thought. She had tried to move herself nearer the tree, so she wasn't lying in the middle of their sight when they woke up. But she had forgotten the stupid suitcase and the metallic handle had made a noise. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

"Who's there?" A voice called. It was the one that had asked the others to "shut up". Out of fear of being seen, she kept her eyes and head down and prayed.

"Edmund, look!" It was the girl's voice. And by the sound of it, they had discovered her. She looked up at them, and met five pair of eyes, staring stunned at her.

Second chapter done! So what do you think? Push the little button under there and tell me! I know there's a lot of Evangeline going on, her thoughts and everything, but I just want to show you how she is. And as soon as I find a model I think is fitting, I'll let you know! And that's it, I guess? Anyway, I'll try to get chapter 3 up a little earlier this time, but school's going to be crazy the next weeks, but I'll manage. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm not that happy with how it turned out, so I might re-write it later. Apologies for wrong spellings and grammar. And before I forget, I would like to thank the people that reviewed the first chapter, so thank you:

ILuvZero and Pocky yum (1st review), . (2nd), Edward Lover 1817 (3rd), JuBag (4th) and Princess in Converse (5th). LOVE YOU! :D I would also thank all of you that have but my story on their alert-list and similar things. You have no idea how much it means to me. Bye for now!

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