Author's note: Sadly, i still do not own Narnia or anything in it. That honor belongs to C.S. Lewis. Please read and review, i'd love to hear your thoughts!

I walked at the very back of the group, keeping my eyes down, and my mouth shut tight. I was too afraid to look up. Where is it that we were going? Why did they have wagons full of weapons?

"Hello."

I jumped, then looked up to see a small (compared to the others) centaur woman.

She had long brown hair that reached well past her shoulders and soft brown eyes. She wore what looked to be a leather tank top that showed most of her mid section, which I noticed enviously, was very slim. Her horse half was a cream color.

"You seemed lonely," she stated.

I tried to smile at her, but it came out as more of a grimace. She nodded with a sympathetic look in her eyes as we walked in silence for a few more seconds. Quietly, she dug around in her bag, looking for something, before smiling and looking at me once again.

"Here." In her outstretched hand was an orange.

"You seemed hungry as well," she added, smiling.

I couldn't help but smile at her as I took it from her, my hand shaking. "Thank you," I whispered. My stomach gurgled hungrily, but I still shoved the orange in the pocket of my hoodie. There was no way I could eat right now, not in front of these...animals? people? Things?

"My name is Melanchaetes," the woman centaur spoke again.

She was reaching her hand out toward me, smiling as she watched what I would do. It seemed that I was just as strange to her as she and her friends were to me. But she seemed to be more accepting of it, watching me interestedly, instead of cautiously.

"C-Christina." I shook her hand, producing, what I hoped, looked more like a smile.

We continued walking, but she began to talk to me. I told her what happened and how I got here. I also told her how I was from the twenty-first century. She was intrigued at this. So I explained New York, and Time Square, and Cars, and fast food places, and movies.

I had never talked to anyone this long in my entire life. When I had finally finished explaining everything to her, and she had no more questions, I was out of breath. Her face glowed with satisfaction as we walked for a minute or two in silence.

Then, since I told her all about my world, she told me about hers. She pointed out the other creatures that I didn't know. Like Fauns, half goat half man, minotaurs, big scary ape looking things with horns. I made a mental note to myself to keep away from them.

She also said that all the animals here talked. Or, they used to.

"So why do you guys have wagons full of weapons?"

She then began to explain the kings and queens of old. How they had been from Earth and how they had gotten here. Then she told me about the white witch, and the prophecy about the 4 children. She explained how Aslan had died on the stone table, then came back to life and killed the witch.

She also told me about a Telmarine Prince who's uncle had been after his throne, but she didn't elaborate on what she meant by that. She said the prince ran into the forest and blew the Queen's magic horn, supposedly summoning the kings and queens of old.

"Wow," I breathed, trying to soak it all in.

Melanchaetes looked like she was going to say something else, but was interrupted.

A loud yell pierced the air, followed by the sounds of metal hitting metal. Glenstorm motioned for all of us to get down and stay hidden. There was more metal clashing, including grunting which sounded like two men, and then a loud high pitched voice scream "No! Stop!"

I lifted my head up, and about fifty feet away, I saw a young girl, who looked about 13, in a red dress.

The poor girl looked terrified. Glenstorm stepped forward. Everyone else, including Melanchaetes and I, stood up and moved forward to get a better view of what was going on. Slowly and cautiously, I walked forward until I was close enough to see what was happening.

There were two men.

One was dressed in tan pants, tucked into boots, a long sleeve blue shirt, and a brown tunic pulled over the blue shirt. A belt was around his waist, but there was no sword there. Sandy blonde hair was on his head and fell in his eyes. This boy also held a large rock.

The other wore brown pants, also tucked into boots, a white shirt, and what appeared to be metal armor over that. He was tan and had brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. In his hand, he held a sword.

My breath hitched in my throat and my eyes stayed glued to this stranger.

He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my entire life.

I forced myself to look away as the blonde one spoke. "Prince Caspian?" The beautiful one gulped and nodded slightly. "Yes, and who are you?" His voice had a strange accent. Everyone around here, except me, had a British accent, but his sounded like a mixture between a British and a Mediterranean accent.

Is he the prince Melanchaetes talked about?

Before the blonde boy had the chance to answer that question, three more people ran up onto the hill and joined the girl in the red dress. One, a girl wearing a long purple dress, yelled "Peter!"

The other two standing there were both men. Well, of the male gender.

One, who looked to be taller than me, was about 15. He wore a blue tunic looking thing and brown pants, which he tucked into boots. There was a belt around his waist, and dangling off of it was a sword.

Then there was what appeared to be a midget, or a dwarf.

He was wearing the same type of medieval clothing that the other boy was wearing, but he carried a bow and arrow instead of a sword. The girl in the purple dress also had a bow and arrow. The girl in the red dress had what looked to be a dagger.

The prince looked down at the sword in his hand and looked back up with a furrowed brow.

"High King Peter?"

King? He couldn't be a king! He couldn't be older than I was! The "king" nodded his head. "I believe you called," he growled at the prince. He sounded really angry about something. What? I had no idea, nor would I.

"Well, uh, yes…but, I thought you'd be older."

The king looked at him, his face remaining calm, but his eyes were angry and exasperated, like he had already been told this a thousand times in the past hour. "Well, if you'd like, we can come back in a few years." His voice was even, but there was an angry and sarcastic tone hiding underneath it.

"No!" Prince Caspian said just a bit too quickly.

Everyone in the small clearing seemed to notice the desperation behind that quick reply. Even the king did, since he turned around and looked at the prince expectantly. "No, that's alright. You're just," he paused and let a rueful smile turn up the corners of his lips.

"You're not exactly what I expected."

He turned to look at the small group gathered on the hill to his left. He scanned his eyes over every person standing there. I saw him look over the girl in the purple dress, move on, then do a double take. He stared at her, slightly awed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Neither are you."

This was the first time the younger boy had spoken. He was standing on the hill, next to the young girl, eyeing a Minotaur that stood across the clearing from him, about fifteen feet away from me. I couldn't help but grin. Perhaps he was making the same mental note to avoid them as I had.

Probably not, but maybe.

"A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes," I heard someone tell him.

I glanced in the direction of the sound and saw a badger standing there, looking at the boy. It was very hard for me to keep my jaw from dropping. Even if I had heard it from a centaur that had lived here for her entire life, I still wasn't used to the fact that animals could talk.

Nobody else seemed surprised by this, not even the five humans that stood in front of me.

A familiar flash of brown and red scampered forward, and I saw Reepicheep approach the king.

"We have anxiously awaited your return, my liege. Our hearts and swords are at your service." The small mouse bowed in front of the king. The little girl in the red dress leaned over to the girl in the purple dress and whispered "Oh my gosh, he is so cute."

"WHO SAID THAT?!"

Reepicheep pulled out his sword and looked around with an angry expression on his tiny mouse face. "Sorry," the girl replied quickly. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to muffle the giggles that were escaping my lips.

Reepicheep stumbled as he saw who had actually said it.

"oh, uh…your majesty, with the greatest respect," he paused to bow deeply in front of her, "I do believe courageous, courteous, or chivalrous might more befit a knight of Narnia."

Your majesty? So she's royal too? What is with all these teenagers being Kings and Queens and Princes and Princesses? How easy is it to be royal in Narnia? Is it just a free hand out or something? I wonder if she's a Queen or a Princess.

"Well, at least one of you can handle a blade," King Peter said pointedly.

Reepicheep decided to ignore the obvious jab at the prince, and carry on the conversation. "yes, indeed. And I have recently put it to good use, securing weapons for your army, sire." The king looked quite pleased with the little mouse right now.

"Good, because we're going to need every sword we can get," this time, instead of just jabbing him with words, the King glared at the Prince, who still held the sword. Prince Caspian met his eyes and didn't look away or back down.

"Well then, you will probably be wanting yours back."

He handed King peter the sword, who slipped it back into his belt, rolled his eyes, then turned and walked away from him. The show was over…now what? I watched as all the Narnians were quick to jump into action.

All the humans, besides me, lead the group as we went back to walking.

"It's really them then." Melanchaetes gasped as conversations flared up everywhere.

"Who?" She looked down at me with a 'duh' look in her eyes as she said "the kings and queens of old. They've finally returned." Her eyes held a new glint of excitement in them and her smile was radiant. She thought her lost monarchs had come back to save her.

Maybe they had.

"You're kidding right? Those four teenagers are the great rulers who defeated the white witch's army?" I couldn't help but scoff at the thought. There was no possible way. "Yes!" she exclaimed.

"That's not possible; they couldn't have done it on their own!"

"Aslan was helping them!" she explained. The great lion Aslan. The one true ruler of Narnia for eternity. He helped them? That made more sense. "What're their names? I'm tired of referring to them as the purple dress girl, or blue shirt boy in my mind." I wondered.

"The small one, in red, she's Queen Lucy, the valiant. The girl in the purple dress is Queen Susan, the gentle. The brown haired boy, that's King Edmund, the just. And the Blonde one is High King Peter, the magnificent." She listed expertly.

"and the one that King Peter was fighting with is that the Prince Caspian guy you mentioned?"

She nodded her head and stopped walking. I looked to see what she was looking at. The entire procession had stopped walking. I was in the very back, but, from what I could see, we had come to the entrance of a very big field. And in the distance, at the far end of the field, I noticed what looked to be ancient ruins.