AN: I own neither Inuyasha nor The Chronicles of Narnia.

Pairing unknown. Please enjoy.

A groan escaped her as she shifted. The sounds of chatter were muffled and she rolled over, not wanting to wake up but sleep no longer wished to stay it seemed. Not only that, she wanted the sweetness of darkness to overcome her, her body ached that much! It felt like she had been used as someone's personal punching bag and then tested as a speed bump on top of it.

Fingers curled around the thin, but surprisingly warm covers, and pulled them over her head, hoping it would help her get back to sleep. She didn't care Inuyasha would later complain about her sleeping in, she was sure she was covered from head to toe in a rainbow of bruises. At least she felt like she was, and hoping that she wasn't.

As she curled in on herself under the covers, she quickly sucked in air through her clenched teeth, the sound hissing around her under the blanket. But damn! Did she ever hurt. Her brows pinched when the reason as to why came up blank. Perhaps she was still too tired to remember and needed more sleep to actually recall them.

Nodding her head and tucking her hands under her chin she figured it was the best plan and was once again sleeping.

A figure walked towards the sleeping young woman, hoping this latest checkup would prove that she was awake. Sighing, it seemed that she wasn't. Though, she had moved to block out the suns rays that made their way to her sleeping form and covered herself with the covers that were provided for her was a good improvement. She had been still for so long, that everyone had worried for the worst.

Stepping up to the mass curled up and around the blankets, a smile made it's way onto the owners face. Memories of when it was just one of those days and they didn't want to get out of bed, simply roll over and sleep the day away. But they still needed to see how the young woman was doing.

Pulling the blanket back slightly, taking a peek at the white bandages that was wrapped around the young woman's head, they couldn't help but frown. The young woman's wounds wouldn't close for the longest time, no matter what they used. Everyone was constantly having to change the wraps to steep up the blood that was constantly and slowly bleeding out of her. But, since the last time the woman had been checked up on, which was just a few hours ago, all forms of wounds seemed to have vanished.

Gentle hands slowly peeled back the wrapping around the young woman's head. The blood was a dark brown in coloring against the off white, almost dry and the wound that should have been the source of the blood was replaced by a simple pink marring on her, otherwise blemish free, skin.

Seems the young woman had another mystery about her, other than suddenly appearing out of nowhere, bloody and battered and barely able to stand. The question was, was she friend or foe.

Another sigh sounded around the air, time to retell the latest discovery about the young woman.

Shuffled feet quickly spun about, leaving the young woman to her sleep, their owner seeking out the one that could possibly have answers to these questions, other than the young woman herself seeing as she was still out, and left the young woman to sleep a little longer.

Unaware, Kagome slept, not knowing where she was, who she was with and that she was neither at home, or in the Feudal Era. But a whole other world entirely.

Feeling much better after she had fallen back asleep, Kagome tenderly stretched her aching body, letting out a breath when her muscles finally relaxed. She smiled, eyes still closed as the rest of herself was finally waking up and was going to stay awake.

She was surprised Inuyasha hadn't forced her up to go hunt for Naraku or Shards. Now that she thought about it, the sounds that filtered through to her still awakening mind, were nothing of what the group she traveled with. There was no fire crackling near by, no grumbling Inuyasha demanding she wake up and make him his Ramen, no Shippo playing with Kirara near by, no shouts from Sango as she slapped Miroku for letting his hands wander once again.

Brows pinching, Kagome slowly opened her eyes. Narrowing them, she had to blink the fuzziness away and once her vision was clear, she wished she had kept them shut. Instead of being greeted by a canopy of trees with patches of sky above her, red colored fabric that she knew to be the roof of a tent was what she saw.

Turning her head, she took her new surroundings in. The ground was covered in large carpets, most of the tent was filled with large plush pillows, a chest and low table. She herself took one side on a low cot.

Pushing herself into a sitting position and swinging her legs over the side, her knees tilted to the right with how low the cot was. It was also then she noticed her changed appearance. She now wore a one piece long... it was a gown right? The sleeves were cut just a little longer over her wrists with a few buttons on the outer wrists. The neck line was somewhat scooped, though it showed nothing more than her collar bones and a bit of her shoulders. It hugged her upper torso and then flowed freely from her hips.

It left her wondering who changed her... Quickly shaking her head, leaving her with a few moments to suffer the room spinning, Kagome pushed herself up onto unsteady legs. Just how long had she been out? Arms outstretched, she smiled at her personal victory of staying vertical and not falling flat on her face.

Still acting much like a new born foal, with her arms stretched before her, in case she should take a fall, Kagome looked up and towards the only entrance to the tent she currently occupied. Her steps were short, wobbly and barely lifted off the ground. Or could one call it a floor with carpets simply tossed about?

What was she thinking at a time like this? Perhaps she had not only suffered a good -wellbad- head injury, but perhaps blood loss as well? The thought made her shiver, which didn't help her quest to make it to the... door. She always did hate trying to figure out the proper terms for such situations. But that shouldn't distract her from her task.

Knitting her brows, after stumbling, she stood there. A quick thought, a hand picked up the damn skirt of her current attire and also gave a glare at the corner piece of carpet that had almost caused her to tumble.

Picking up her way forward, another smile made its way onto her face as she finally grasped the edge of the fabric the blocked her to the outside world. As soon as she pulled it back, she took one sweep of the world and let the fabric go. The world was not what she had hoped it would be.

Falling to her knees, she ignored the pain as the world she had just peeked on seemed to continue on before her eyes even though it was now, once again, blocked by the heavy red material.

Rolling hills with rocky outcrops, a path between countless tents that dotted them like wild flowers. Banners high above them, fluttering and snapping in the air. Weapon racks easily glinted and shined in the sun. But it was the beings that walked about throughout the entire camp. None of them truly belonged to the beings of Japan.

Just where was she?

Hands fisting tightly into the material of her simple dress, Kagome once again took in the tent she was occupying. The colors were rich, plush, and then it hit her. She and the others had come across some war tents during their wondering, and they were all made of off white canvases. Dies to color that amount of fabric and to such a rich degree would be costly and hard to do during that era.

But here, it was in abundance. Not only that, the design of everything wasn't what she had come to known with the Feudal Era, it seemed more... like something that came from the picture books or movies she knew about of knights saving the damsel in distress. European.

Did that mean she was somewhere in Europe? If so, how did she get there? And most importantly, how was she to get back?

Wrapping her arms around herself, she faced forward once again and looked down at her lap. That would explain the beings she had seen milling about outside. Half horse and half humanoid were centaurs, the goat people were satyrs... or fauns... Then again, some had more human looking faces while the others didn't, so one group could be one while the second kind the other. And the beautiful females that also mingled about? She wouldn't be surprised if they were elves or... what were they again? Muses... no nymphs. Spirits of the very nature around her.

Her head snapped up when the cloth was suddenly pulled back, wide blue eyes looking up at one of the very females that had been walking about. Both took the other in, neither seeming to breath, realizing that Kagome was now very awake and taking how the other looked.

The female wore something that was most definitely not Japanese, nothing about this place was. Her eyes were a bright green, unnaturally so, her hair curled about her face in deep browns. And though her face was more angular than that of Asian decent, it was also softer, almost willowy.

And suddenly she smiled and turned her head and called out to someone or other behind her. Kagome furrowed her brows at what she said, and the fact that she could actually understand her to begin with. Sure, she had been good in her classes before the whole Shikon thing, but her grades had suddenly dropped since she started her quest. And while they say it's like riding a bike, you never truly forget, she had never been that well at understanding English to begin with.

Looking back up at the female, gentle hands helped her to her feet and back into the tent. Kagome could hear commotions outside and it left her wondering what she was involved in this time. But more importantly...

Who was Aslan, and what did the female mean by Daughter of Eve?

Soon enough, Kagome was given another dress to put on, well, an outer dress to put over the one she had on. It was a deep red, she couldn't help but laugh at the irony or it, with the shoulders cut even wider than the white under piece she wore, with the neck line also cut just a little lower so it allowed the white to be seen. The sleeves only went just past her elbows, flaring only a little. This one too, hugged her torso and flared out gently past her hips.

Delicate golden ivy was stitched along the seams and she could admit, it was beautiful in it's simplicity. Though Kagome was questioning herself how long it would be before she fell flat on her face by tripping on the long skirts of the dress or over something said skirts hid from her view.

A group of women sat around her, Kagome was still somewhat dazed about the whole thing, as they chatted about something or other. One was behind her, playing and weaving her hair and all Kagome could do was blink. She had been pulled out of the tent, and set off just to the side of it, all the while still waiting for this Aslan to appear.

Everyone that passed by kept staring at her, not that she wasn't used to it by now, it's just, this time she didn't have her friends with her. She was truly the center of attention and it made her uneasy. Brought out of her musings, Kagome watched as the females picked themselves up and left her, smiling and laughing the entire way, bidding her farewells.

Blinking, seeing as she didn't know what else to do, she sat there and looked towards the beings that bowed in her direction. Now, they hadn't done that at all during the time she was outside, so it left her to wonder who they were bowing to, since it wasn't her.

Looking to her left, she nearly had a heart attack when she came face to face with a lion. She fell back when it finally clicked in her mind that she just came face to face with a lion. Falling back on one arm, another rose as a hand pressed against her chest over her frantic heart. Wide eyes stared at the ground.

"Death by heart attack... how sad can I get?" she muttered to herself, not really knowing she said her thoughts out loud.

"Does meeting me, truly, terrify you?" a deep voice rumbled, a slight hint of amusement making it sound...

Wait a minute.

Kagome blinked a few times. The only one beside her was the lion. Looking back at the lion, that was now sitting -which she took as a good sign, hopefully- she took the beast before her in. Brows furrowed, she was sitting next to...

"A talking lion... now I've seen it all." she next thing she knew, a white rabbit wearing a vest coat carrying a pocket watch would run by at any moment... Please no...

Raising her eyes back up to the lion, she took him in. He looked like a normal, average lion. A smile on his face... okay, not your normal every day lion.

"To answer your question... I've never been this close to a lion before. Please forgive me, if I've offended you in anyway." she bowed her head. The lion chuckled lightly at her answer... why did this always have happen to her?

"What is your name, daughter of Eve?" the lion spoke, moving to lay down before her, crossing his giant paw. Paws that could kill, her mind supplied.

"...Kagome. Why do you call me that? Daughter of Eve?" she tilted her head to the side, she had stopped the sudden urge to tell him that her mother's name was in fact Nodoka.

"It is what the beings of Narnia call your kind. You, are a daughter of Eve. Are you in any way related to Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy Pevensie?"

Kagome had to think. Narnia was what had caught her attention, not the names of four other people. She had never heard of Narnia before... In fact, she was pretty sure she wouldn't find it on any world map either. Letting out a breath, it figures she'd wind up in some fantastical world, she felt a lot like Alice in Wonderland. Both fell into a world not their own.

"No, I'm afraid I don't know them." she bit her lip... a thought had just occurred to her. "Um, what is your name?"

"I am Aslan."

Eyes went wide. "You're Aslan?" she felt her face heat up when he chuckled.

"Were you expecting some one else, young one?" his amusement was easily heard in his voice. She could also easily see the laughter in his eyes.

Kagome was sure with the amount of blood rushing to her face, she'd pass out from heat stroke, that's how warm she felt.

"Well, yes. I didn't think you'd be..." she absently waved a hand about. She let out a whimper and ducked her head, wishing that the ground would simply open up and swallow her. Was it possible to die of mortification?

He chuckled again, she was a strange one. Though, he still needed to know how she came to appear in his lands and the power that rolled off of her like great waves beating off the shores. Though the power was indeed great, it was the purest he had ever felt off a human. It reminded him of natural crisp winters that Narnia had, of cleansing pure waters of deep rivers and oceans, of freshly sprung life in springs light.

"Tell me young one, how did you get to be here in Narnia?"

Kagome looked at him before turning to take in the camp, arms coming up to hug herself. Her fingers dug into her arms, almost to the point she was bruising herself, just more proof that this was reality.

"I don't know." her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the last events before she woke in this strange world. Biting her lower lip she tried to force herself to remember, instead of coming up with nothing.

Pain flashed in her mind. But from who, or what? Gray purple light zooming past her, calls of names mingling with one another till she couldn't tell who was calling, and for who. Colors blurred... and then she remembered. Kikyo.

"I... think, you could say, I was banished here. I think." her eyes followed whatever moved before her, but she wasn't seeing the world before her. Her eyes were looking beyond, as her memories played, brokenly, before her.

"Banished?" his tone was gentle, but she could hear the lining surprise beneath it all.

"By an enemy of sorts. She sent me here. Why, I do not know, nor how." letting out a sigh, her hands dropped into her lap, feeling like dead weight.

"Would it have to do with your power?"

Her head shot up, wide eyes taking Aslan in. Power? Did he mean her miko abilities? That could be the only thing she could think of. Looking off to the side, a grim smile darkened her features.

"Perhaps. It wouldn't be the first time she had attempted anything against me. She fears I am trying to take a place she once held. But she doesn't realize, she still holds it." her hand rose unconsciously to try and sooth the pain in her heart. She had given up on Inuyasha a while after Kikyo was risen from the dead.

"Why does she fear you so?" it was truly puzzling.

"The dead are jealous of the living." was all she said, and she could see from the corner of her eye how his head reared back at her statement. She couldn't stop the tight sad smile that curled her lips.

"My enemy, exists, because she holds half my soul. I allow her to hold it, because a dear friend of mine lost her too soon in his life." her knees drew up to her chest where she buried her face, it hurt to say such things. That Inuyasha would prefer a ghost of the past to actually, truly, live with those that accepted him for who he was, regardless of what he was.

Aslan took in the form of the tiny female before him, truly in shock. Never before had he heard of such things, to willingly allow the enemy, a being that would and did cause harm, to hold half of ones soul? And all because another close to her, needed both in his life. She truly was a selfless creature, unlike any he had ever come across.

She reminded him more of Narnia than the very beings that lived in it. A constant winter overshadowing it, a death like state but still struggling to be alive. He could feel the pain of the land in his very bones, that was just slowly starting to ease due to the arrival of the four children that would one day become kings and queens of the very land. He could not imagine what she went through every day upon waking.

"Are you not in pain, young one?" she lifted her head, and she showed him for the first time through her eyes, the sheer amount of pain she was in. He could see the tears waiting to spill, but she held them. She most likely had learned to hold them a long time ago.

"Constantly."

He rose up and moved towards her, he curled his body around her and she had immediately latched onto him, her fingers twisting into his mane. And he allowed it. She cried silently, though no tears fell, and held onto him.

How long she held onto this gentle lion, she didn't know. She didn't care either. The only other that knew of her constant pain was Miroku, and while he had told her time and again to call the other half back, she had simply asked if he knew of a way to dull the pain.

The steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat slowly rocked Kagome into sleep. She had been emotionally and mentally drained by everything. She was still surprised at how easily she told him such things, but those thoughts flew from her mind like tiny song birds as she curled up next to the lion.

Aslan once again took her in. Pure and selfless. And to a point to willingly be in the amount of pain she was in for the care of one dear to her.

He laid his head on his crossed paws, where his tail curled into his body. He literally tucked her into his side, she was that tiny, but he could tell she was no child, yet also not quiet yet a woman either. One still young, should not have to go through what she did.

He recalled how he found her. He had been returning from a hunt, and when he felt a massive amount of power that was foreign to him he followed it to it's source. Thoughts of it being a trick, trap or aid to Jadis. But instead, he found her, Kagome.

Stumbling about in a dazed fashion, clutching onto anything to help keep her standing. Her entire body was covered in blood, wounds both deep and shallow. Bruises criss crossed her entire being, and yet she still pushed herself forward. Most likely trying to make it back to where she thought was home or somewhere familiar.

She had looked towards him, but did not see him, and then pushed onwards. A few steps later, she simply collapsed on herself. Every wheezing breath she took, rattled her, she shivered, but pushed herself up on her arms and tried to continue forward.

He was at awe by her strength, that she could and would continue to push herself forward in such a state amazed him. A lesser being would have succumb to such wounds, but he felt a power from within her trying to aid in her own recovery.

He moved towards her, using the small amount of space she had used to push herself back up, to let her collapse once again on his back. She was a daughter of Eve, that much he knew. But she had a power unlike any he had come across, and thought it best to bring her back to camp. It was on the way, she finally fell unconscious.

The Narnians had stopped what they were doing upon his entrance to his camp, taking in the tiny bloody daughter of Eve on his back. Immediately, others followed, worried if a future queen of theirs had been injured.

The nymphs that were milling about his camp took it upon themselves to treat and redress her while he went to wash the blood off himself. He told them to come to him once she woke again. After his bath he spoke to the captain among the centaurs, who had been cautious of the daughter of Eve, having been told what their future queens looked like.

And now here he was, curled around her as she slept tucked into his side. There was no signs of pain, either from her wounds or lack of a complete soul, completely peaceful. Like the spring spreading deeper into Narnia. The others would arrive soon.

AN: This has been sitting on my computer for a good while now. So I'm now sharing it with all of you. Why wait so long? I wasn't to sure about it, it feels a little... I don't know. Different. And I'm not sure if it's in a good way or what. But otherwise; please read, enjoy and review!