Author's note: Thank you all so much for checking out my story. Reviews are really appreciated, I'm kind of new at this. I don't own anything; i thought of Christina and Melanchates, but neither are specifically Trademark-able characters. All of Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis.

Enjoy!

"Get up! You're going to be late!"

I snapped up and looked around. My mother stood next to my bed with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. She gestured toward the clock before exiting the room. The bright red numbers read 6:30. I had to leave in ten minutes.

I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom across the hall. My sister was blow drying her hair.

"Someone got a late start this morning." She taunted.

"Shut up," I warned icily.

Smearing toothpaste on the bristles, I shoved my toothbrush into my mouth and began to scrub with one hand while I brushed my hair with the other. When that was finished I ran back to my room to get dressed. A pro about school uniforms: not worrying about picking out an outfit. I pulled on the blue and yellow plaid skirt, along with a white button up, and navy blue sweater vest.

Yes, I had to wear a sweater vest.

I quickly slipped on some yellow converse, not bothering to tie them as I did my makeup. Then, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and rushed out of my bedroom. Before I knew what was happening, I fell, face first, to the floor.

Cursing to myself, I sat up and tied the laces before standing up and bolting down the stairs.

The fall wind nipped at my face as I shoved my hands into my pockets, walking along the sidewalk. People surrounded me on every side, most of them on their way to work. I glanced at my phone as I walked. 6:40.

The subway left in five minutes, and school started in twenty minutes.

I quickened my pace and rounded the corner, trotting down the steps. The subway station was packed. Pulling my bag closer to me, I kept my eyes down and waited for the train. A high pitched squeal sounded from down the tunnel a little ways, the train was coming.

A guy in a brown coat, talking on his phone walked past me, his shoulder bumping into mine roughly. He didn't turn around, he didn't even acknowledge the fact that he had just ran into someone.

"Douche." I mumbled under my breath.

The train pulled up in front of me and the doors opened.

Once again, I felt someone brush right up against me. I noticed a woman in a navy blue suit taking a drink of Starbucks as she walked right past. What was wrong with people? Hands in fists and teeth clenched I took a step towards the train. Suddenly, a large black blur came barreling toward me. Of course, with my luck, I didn't notice it until I was on the ground.

"What is it? Push Christina day!" I exclaimed as I opened my eyes to yell at the man who knocked me over.

My breath flew out of my mouth.

I was in a forest. Everywhere I looked a towering tree stood. The ground was soft and covered with green plants. Green was all around, nothing but green. Looking up, I saw, through the parting in the trees' leaves, a cloudless blue sky and blinding rays of the golden sun.

I rubbed my eyes.

I must've hit my head so hard that I'm hallucinating. Yeah, that's it, this is a hallucination.

When I reopened my eyes everything was the same. I wasn't on the floor of the subway, my train wasn't sitting on the tracks in front of me, waiting to take me to school, and I definitely wasn't in New York.

A rustling noise met my ears. It was coming from my left. My heart rate sped up and my breathing became quick and shallow. It was a wild animal that was going to eat me. Cautiously, I sat up, searching the bushes surrounding me, trying to find the source of the noise.

I saw a patch of green about 2 yards away from me move.

My heart stopped.

Now I could hear feet. Little, animal feet, padding through the dirt, preparing to attack. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, praying to God that it wouldn't notice me, or that it was something nice like a bunny or a squirrel.

It was getting closer. 3 feet…2 feet…1 foot.

For the second time within the past five minutes, I was pushed to the ground.

Fearing the worst, I slowly opened my eyes to see what animal was standing on my chest, evaluating what it would like to eat first. It had claws, I knew that, it's tiny little claws were digging into the skin of my stomach. But, the creature wasn't on all fours; I would've felt more claws. I only felt pressure in two places.

I opened my eyes, and, at first, I had the urge to laugh.

There, on my stomach, stood a small mouse.

A gold ring, which had a red feather sticking up on the top of it, was hooked around its left ear. A small, brown leather belt was buckled around its waist. It was also pointing what looked to be a tiny sword right at my face.

I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from giggling.

"Any last words, Telmarine?"

My heart stopped again.

Did a mouse just talk to me? Its lips moved and formed the exact same words that I heard. But that wasn't possible! It was a mouse! Mice can't talk. I must've hit my head really hard, to be imagining things like this.

"y-you're a…you're a mouse."

His tiny black eyes glared at me. A MOUSE JUST GLARED AT ME!

"You telmarines need imaginations."

I sat up, causing the mouse to fall off of my stomach and onto the ground next to me. I clutched my head, almost digging my nails into my skull, in an attempt to bring me back to the subway in New York. No such luck.

"I've got to be knocked out or something. This can't be happening! Animals don't talk."

I turned to the mouse and pointed, glaring, "You don't talk," I declared.

"The current events seem to contradict that," it countered. I sighed, putting my head back in my hands and bringing my knees to my chest. My body rocked back and forth slowly, like trying to rock an infant to sleep.

"I must be going crazy. This doesn't happen to sane people! They don't fall down in the subway then end up in…in-"

"Narnia," it interjected.

"Narnia!" I finished.

I paused for a minute, and processed what I had just said. Yes, I was definitely crazy. I was having a conversation with a mouse that had a sword in a fairy tale land named Narnia.

"What's Narnia?"

The mouse looked confused now. No, it didn't look confused because it's a mouse. And mice can't be confused. It stared at me for a moment before it audibly gasped and realization washed over its tiny little face.

"You're not from here," It was more of a statement than a question.

I shook my head.

"Where exactly did you come from?"

"New York."

It looked confused again. "You know? The big apple? New York City, New York? The U.S?" Then it nodded its head vigorously, as though I had been speaking in a foreign language and it just got a translator to tell it what I had said.

"You're from the same world as the kings and queens!"

I furrowed my brows at him. This mouse had to be the dumbest creature in the world if it didn't know what New York was. "How did you get here?" How did I get here? I was in the train station…fell over…Bam! Here I am.

"Well, I was on my way to school. And while I was waiting for the subway, people kept bumping into me, and this one guy actually ran straight into me and made me fall down. I had to have hit my head, because when I opened my eyes, here I was."

It nodded its head and stayed quiet for a second. Then it looked up, smiled, sheathed its mini sword, and stuck out a tiny pink paw. I stared at it, wondering what it was doing. "You're supposed to shake it. That's the custom when meeting new people in your world, correct?"

It wanted to shake hands with me? Yep, I'm crazy.

I gulped and nodded, slowly taking its paw in between my thumb, fore finger, and middle finger. I moved it up and down for only a second before yanking away. It grinned even more and did a deep, dramatic bow in front of me.

"I am Reepicheep."

A boy mouse? Figures.

He looked up at me expectantly…waiting for me to do something. What? "You're supposed to tell me your name." he whispered, like giving answers on a test. He wanted me to tell him, a talking mouse with a sword, my name?

"I-I'm C-C-Christina."

"Reepicheep? Reepicheep, where are you?"

I jumped, and then shrank back at the loud, masculine voice calling the mouse's name. Reepicheep didn't seem to mind, in fact, he almost seemed giddy.

"Over here, Glenstorm. And I've found something you may want to see."

Oh God, more talking animals. "No, reepicheep, I don't want to meet other mice. I just want to get back to New York." I hissed as I heard bushes rustling again. "Fine, you don't have to meet any mice." He agreed. But the rustling continued, getting closer every second. Then a tall, olive toned man came into view about twenty yards away.

I gasped as he walked closer.

That was no man.

He had golden yellow eyes and a serious face. His hair was dark, thick dreadlocks that fell to his waist. At his waist, the skin stopped, and dark brown hair began. And that hair kept going, covering the entire bottom of the half man/half horse. A centaur.

Behind him were other centaurs. All different sizes and colors.

There were also two large wooden wagons which were filled with medieval looking weapons.

"She hails from the same world as the kings and queens of old," Reepicheep stated.

He glanced down at me with curiosity for only a second before looking to the mouse. "Then bring her. I am sure his majesty would wish to see her," his voice was very deep, and even and regal.

Then, before I could say anything else, he was leading the other centaurs and the wagons away. My mind was whirling. Exactly how hard did I hit my head? There is no such thing as Centaurs! They're made up for fantasy stories. But there they were, in the flesh, talking to me…or at me technically.

"Come," Reepicheep said, pulling at my skirt.

I really did not want to go with the centaurs. They all looked at me as if I were an alien. But the big, leader centaur, Glenstorm, was already out of sight in the trees, and the rest were fading quickly.

Reepicheep pulled at my skirt again then scampered through the bushes to catch up to the group.

My heart began to beat faster and faster. What else was in this forest? I didn't want to be here alone, waiting for an animal that actually will eat me. Cursing at myself and Reepicheep, I stood up shakily, brushed dirt off my skirt, and ran through the underbrush to catch up with the line of Centaurs.