Author's note: I do not own Narnia! Read/Review let me know what you think! As of now the story is mainly prepositional, but it will pick up fairly soon, please stick with me!

Everyone was silent as we neared the pile of rocks. It was tall, about fifty feet high, and covered in moss, nothing that special. But there was something I didn't know. Everyone else around seemed to be very serious, or grave.

The walk across the field took roughly fifteen minutes.

The closer we got, the more I realized that this was the base of the Narnian army. You could, in fact, enter the ruins, and, from the small glimpses I got, there seemed to be tunnels branching off to other parts of the ruins.

When we reached the ruins, the procession once again stopped.

Two long lines of centaurs stood on either side of the entrance. As the kings and queens stepped up they all pulled out their swords and crossed them in the air. Caspian stopped and let the four siblings enter the ruins first.

Melanchaetes and I were the last ones to enter.

We walked through a short tunnel and then came to a great room, lit with torches, where even more Narnians were gathered, building weapons and doing other things in preparation for the battle that was soon to come.

I saw the four kings and queens, as well as the prince, walk down yet another tunnel.

No one else followed.

I stood awkwardly in the center of this big room while fauns, and centaurs, and dwarves, and Minotaurs hustled and bustled about. "Come, Christina, you may help with weapons transport," Melanchaetes suggested.

She led me to a group of two fauns, one centaur, and one dwarf.

No one spoke a word, they barely made eye contact, as they handed us a large pile of swords. I wrapped my arms tightly around the pile I was given, afraid to drop one. Then I followed Melanchaetes through a dark tunnel into another large cave.

In here, there were shelves and tables and baskets and trunks, all containing swords and axes and bows and arrows. Two Fauns were organizing a basket of arrows when we entered. They took the swords from us and we were shooed off to get more.

"Melanchaetes, I was wondering, we're friends…right?"

"Yes?" she seemed confused.

"Well, I was just wondering, if I could call you Mel. Because Melanchaetes is quite a mouthful."

She laughed warmly and nodded her head with a smile on her face. "I suppose that is acceptable. May I call you Chris?" A small smile formed on my lips as I nodded my head. We made several more trips to the weapons room, delivering all kinds of medieval weapons to the fauns who apparently worked only in there.

We were on our way back from the sixth trip when a dwarf told us that everyone was meeting in the stone table room.

"Stone table?" I asked as we walked through the same tunnel the Kings and Queens had a few hours ago. "Yes," Mel answered seriously. "Isn't that were Aslan died?" she nodded her head stiffly. "What is this place?" I questioned more to myself than to her.

"This is Alsan's Howe."

We entered a room that was illuminated by fire. At the very far end of the room there was a large carving of a mighty lion roaring. I assumed it was Aslan. There was also a huge slab of stone in the center of the room. But it was cracked in half.

Queen Lucy sat on top of the stone slab while King Edmund and Queen Susan sat on opposite sides of the room. King Peter and Prince Caspian were standing in front of the stone table, waiting for everyone's attention.

Mel and I slipped in quietly and made our way to a vacant corner of the room, on the right of where Queen Susan was sitting.

"It's only a matter of time. Miraz's men and war machines are on their way."

King Peter looked around the room, surveying everyone and allowing his words to sink in. When his eyes reached me he paused and he furrowed his eyebrows for a minute. I could only meet his eyes for a second before blushing and looking down.

I guess he was used to being one of the only humans in Narnia.

And, compared to what other people were wearing, I was seriously out of place.

He turned away and I sighed in relief. Being stared at by a king is more nerve racking then you would think. "That means those same men aren't protecting his castle," he continued, still surveying the room.

"What do you propose we do, you're majesty?" Reepicheep inquired.

"We need to get ready for-"

"We need to start planning for-"

Both Prince Caspian and King Peter had tried to speak at the same time. They cut off in the middle of their sentences and looked at one another. After a few moments the prince nodded his head at the king, allowing him to speak.

"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us," King Peter announced.

"But that's crazy. No one has ever taken that castle," the Prince argued.

"There's always a first time."

The dwarf that had arrived in the clearing with the Kings and queens earlier that day seemed to agree with the king." We'd have the element of surprise," he reasoned. "But we have the advantage here," the prince fired back.

The girl in the purple dress, Queen Susan, was quick to come to his defense.

"If we dig in we could probably hold them off indefinitely."

She looked at her older brother, the high king, with an almost pleading expression. When he looked at her he wasn't angry, he seemed irritated. Irritated that his sister would chose a stranger's side over his.

"I, for one, feel safer on the ground." I also recognized the badger from earlier today.

King Peter's patience was wearing out. He took back control of the gathering. "Look," he said to the prince, "I appreciate what you've done here; but this isn't a fortress. It's a tomb." The other king, who I hadn't heard speak except that one time this afternoon, spoke up.

"Yes, and if they're smart, the Telmarines will just wait and starve us out."

"We could collect nuts." I glanced over to see a small squirrel standing next to Reepicheep. I really needed to become accustomed to the idea that animals could, in fact, speak in this world. Something in the back of my mind told me that no matter how long I stayed here, talking animals would never cease to shock me.

"Yes! And throw them at the Telmarines…Shut up!"

I bit down on my lip so hard that I drew blood to keep from laughing. Reepicheep looked at the squirrel for only a second before turning back to the humans. "I think you know where I stand, sire."

King Peter nodded, and then turned to look at Glenstorm.

"If I get your troops in could you handle the guards?"

Everyone in the room held their breath as Glenstorm thought. I, personally, didn't know which side to chose. A castle would be much more difficult to infiltrate, but, as King Edmund had said, if we stay here we risk the chance of being blocked in by the Telmarines.

"Or die trying, my liege."

"That's what I'm worried about."

All eyes turned to the young girl, Queen Lucy, perched on top of the giant stone slab. I had forgotten she was even there. And, judging by the looks on everyone else's faces, they did too.

"Sorry?" Peter wondered.

"You're all acting like there's only two options: dying here, or dying there."

I had to give it to the girl, she certainly was deep. Then again, what other plans did we have? We had nowhere else to go. If we leave here we have an even higher risk of getting killed off quickly. What do you mean 'we'? You're getting out of here as soon as you can.

I sighed, I had forgotten about that. I made a mental note to speak to Mel about how I could get back to New York after this meeting. My attention snapped back to the conversation before me as the High King spoke.

"I'm not sure you've really been listening, Lu."

"No, you're not listening! Or have you forgotten who really defeated the white witch, peter?"

He glowered at her. "I think we've waited for Aslan long enough."

And with that, he left the cave.

Slowly, everyone began to disperse. I looked at the young queen who sat, unmoving, on the stone table as the room began to empty. Before I knew it, only she and I remained in the cave, even Mel had left me.

"How do you do that?"

By the time I had realized that I had spoken out loud it was too late. Queen Lucy looked up at me, slightly surprised. "Do what?" Yes, Christina, do what? "Believe in him so faithfully." My eyes darted to the carving of the majestic lion.

"He's the one that brought me to Narnia the first time. If it weren't for him, I don't think Narnia would even exist anymore."

I nodded.

"I'm Lucy, Lucy Pevensie."

For a moment, I had forgotten that she was a queen. Where were my manners? I curtsied, looking down at the floor. "I know, your majesty." I didn't dare look back up until she told me to, I had already incorrectly addressed her once.

"Please, just Lucy." She held out a small, gentle hand.

I took it and shook it, forcing a smile.

"Christina Montgomery."

"That's a strange accent you have," Lucy commented, smiling. I didn't know how to reply, I've never been told I had an accent before. "Where are you from?" "New York," I answered. "You mean the states?" she questioned. "Yeah, the United States."

"Christina, I hope you don't mind me asking, but what on earth are you wearing?"

I looked down to see my school uniform. My legs were covered in dirt from falling so much, and my skirt was wrinkled. My shirt was still untucked, and my vest had dirt on it as well. My converse were okay though, which was a good thing.

"My school uniform," I growled resentfully.

"Your school allows your skirts to be that short?"

When I looked at her, she seemed almost shocked. I looked back at my skirt and noticed it ended about an inch and a half above the knee. This was modest, compared to what some of the other girls at school wore.

"What are you, from the 70's? This is modest in New York."

"What do you mean the 70's?"

"I mean that you seem so surprised that skirts are shorter. If you can't handle the styles of 2010, you should go back to the 70's, where skirts were a LOT longer," I explained, confused.

"What do you mean 2010?"

I tried my best to conceal my surprise, but I'm pretty sure my eyes were bugged out of my head and my jaw was sitting on the floor. How can someone not even know what year it is? Unless they literally live under a rock.

"On Earth? The year is 2010."

This time she looked shocked. I waited as her face went from surprised, to confused, back to surprised, then almost sad. "B-but, that can't be. We only left yesterday," she whispered. So now she doesn't know what year it is and she's mumbling nonsense, great!

I instantly felt guilty for my sarcastic thought. This girl was obviously depressed about something, although it was unclear what, and all I was doing was sitting there and being rude. I felt the need to comfort her, to make up for my unspoken nastiness.

"I-it's alright…not everyone remembers what year it is." I didn't know how to console her.

"No! When we left earth it was 1941! It can't already be 2010, that's impossible," she cried.

I let her words sink in. Now there was nothing I could do, this poor little girl was completely insane! Or she hit her head on something and was now very, very delusional. Either one, I felt the need to go get her sister.

"Um, Lucy? Maybe we should get Queen Susan. She-" Lucy cut me off.

"Yes, of course!" She smiled, and the small tears I saw brimming in her eyes had vanished. "Susan would know what to do! She always knows what to do!" She stood up and reached her hand out to me. I was a little apprehensive, wondering if she had severe mood swings or multiple personality disorder.

When I took her hand she dragged me through the various caves, yelling "SUSAN!"

Eventually we found her, along with both the kings, discussing something quietly in the corner of the main cave near the front of the howe. "Susan!" lucy was out of breath, but still calling her sister and dragging me toward the group, who were now staring at us.

"Susan, this is Christina. Christina, this is Susan," Lucy introduced quickly.

"Your Majesty," I felt dumb, seeing as how I would never do something like this in New York, but I grabbed the corners of my skirt, lifted them up the tiniest bit, and curtsied, bowing my head in respect for the young monarch.

"Please, call me Susan. And if you don't mind me asking, what in Aslan's name are you wearing?"

A light blush covered my cheeks as I felt all four of them look at my school uniform, then back at me. "I already asked her that. That's why we came to you," Lucy told her. Susan nodded, understanding. "So you need a dress? You look about my size, I'm sure we can find something that will fit you."

I began to shake my head no, but Lucy spoke for me.

"Well, we'll need that, but I brought her to you because she claims that the year is…what is it again?"

She glanced at me, and my blush got darker as I felt the stares of both the kings burning into me. all of them were intrigued and waiting, listening closely, for an answer. I cleared my throat. "B-Back in New York i-it's um, the year is 2010."

"What?"

The high king was very surprised and confused. "That can't possibly be…" he trailed off, looking for words. "We only left yesterday…" the younger king couldn't find many words either. "When we left it was 1941…" All of us allowed the words to sink in. Yes, we were from the same world.

But they had left Earth to come to Narnia 69 years before I did.

After about five minutes of silence Lucy spoke. "If it really is 2010 on Earth, then that means…Mum, dad, every single person we knew is…de-" she couldn't say the word. I saw tears streak down her cheeks as the sentence hung in the air, sinking into everyone's bones.

An instant pang of guilt appeared, stronger than the last one, as I realized that Lucy was telling the truth. They were from the 40's. More guilt set in as I watched one lone tear slip down susan's cheek. The kings were both very grave and very serious, remaining strong for their sisters.

I turned my back as they hugged one another. This was their family's time to grieve, and I was intruding.

Suddenly a light bulb popped up in my head, along with blazing sirens and an insane idea that really made me question my sanity. I whirled around, a smile on my face, and looked at the Kings and Queens. They stared at me, depressed, and angry since I was smiling when they just found out that their parents were dead.

"Look, I have no idea how time works here, but maybe it is possible that we are just from two different times. Because from the stories I've heard, you ruled here for a long time, but when you went back to earth, you were the exact same age you were when you first came to Narnia."

You're actually making sense. I'm proud of you.

Shut up, brain.

"And, then you left for, like, 1300 years, right? How long was that in your world?"

"One year," King Edmund mumbled, still not seeing my point.

"So that's it! We both came to Narnia from different times, and when we go back, we'll be in the times we came from! And nothing will be different, because our worlds practically freeze when we come here. So it should just pick up where we left off!"

Wow…good point.

They stared at me a second, awed that I, an outsider and a newbie to the land of Narnia, could come up with an explanation such as that.

Lucy smiled, not even bothering to wipe away her tears as she wrapped me in a tight hug.

"How did you figure something like that out?" She wondered as Susan also hugged me. I was a little stand offish, mostly because I didn't know any of these people, but I patted her back nonetheless and smiled at her.

"I honestly don't know," I laughed.