Alright, so I started this one a while back and then when I re-read it, I realized that this is one of those stories that might not be appreciated by some people because of the time difference. But hey, Narnian time IS different than ours so time travel is definitely possible. My character is NOT a MarySue (Yes, her name is unusual but it's in the Bible, spelled slightly different) and I will try my darndest to maintain character accuracy. Acceptable? Ok good!

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"Nakoda!"

I groaned as the high pitched yell of my little brother flooded my sensitive and sleepy ears. I pulled the covers over my head and grumbled, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how annoying he was.

"Koda! Koda! Koda!" that voice repeated as he launched his small body onto my bed and began jumping.

I sat up quickly and he fell on his rump by my feet, eyes wide.

"Mommy said to wake you up. You're suppose to walk Leroy!"

I groaned loudly, but I climbed out of bed and pushed my brother out my door so I could get dressed.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection. Nothing special really… my shaggy mane of light brown hair fell just past my shoulders, my normal blue eyes stared out from under the bangs that hung down in them, and my pale cheek had a red blotch on it from being squished into my pillow all night. With a sigh I ran a brush through my hair, put on a bit of lipgloss and then threw on my old World War II war jacket. It was special to me although I had no idea why. I was a history buff to be sure and I had bought this jacket at the Army Surplus Store, but the name on it meant nothing to me. Pevensie.

Shrugging my thoughts aside, I grabbed the leash off my dresser and headed down the stairs. I was almost knocked off my feet when a huge, barking mound of pure muscle barreled into me. Leroy, my Great Dane, licked my entire face with his huge, slobbery tongue and I laughed. He was a good dog.

His big tawny eyes saw the leash and his monstrous tail began to waggle back and forth, knocking over the umbrella stand by the door. I laughed and clipped it to his collar and he patiently waited for the door to open.

Walking Leroy was normally my favorite thing to do, but one look at the weather and my spirits fell. Rain was pouring from the dark grey sky overhead and the trees waved in the strong gusts of wind. With a sigh I let Leroy lead me down the driveway.

I was soaked through before long and I was getting tired of this fruitless walk. Leroy was too busy marking every hydrant, mailbox, trashcan, or lamp post that happened to be in his path to even take care of the business I brought him out to do.

"C'mon, Leroy…poop already!" I whined as he lifted his leg for the fiftieth time, he stop mid lift and looked at me funny.

Then Leroy did something he hadn't done since he was a puppy…he took off.

I yelped as my arm was jerked painfully and I lost my footing. I was being helplessly dragged behind my giant dog, yelling at him to stop and making all kinds of threats to his life but he didn't waver. His big feet just pounded over the pavement, grass, and gravel and my poor body was dragged right along with him. I refused to let go of the leash, this dog was far too important to me!

I was scrapped and sore but I kept a firm grip on the leash. But then I saw what was coming up…a very deep ditch (if I wanted to be overdramatic I would say a small ravine) that was notorious for the huge piles of shattered beer bottles and assorted junk at the bottom. Leroy was headed full on for it.

"Oh my God…" I though, horror filling my brain. If Leroy went over that edge we were both going to be cut to pieces by all that glass!

I blacked out, probably from a mixture of pain and fright.

I woke to the sound of hoofbeats very close to my head. When I opened my eyes I didn't see anything but white. I must be in Heaven I thought faintly.

"Peter! Look! It's a girl!" it was a female voice, sounding like it was off in the distance…or maybe it was right next to me…heck, I don't know. Ouch. My head. Suddenly, a face came into my vision. Big blue eyes stared at me with concern from under a mop of blonde hair. I liked that face immediately. I really must be in Heaven!

"Are you alright?" the beautiful face asked.

I wanted to speak, I really did, but all that came out of my dry throat was "Ugh…"

I felt warm, strong arms slip under my shoulders and knees as I was lifted effortlessly off the ground (which, to me, seemed like a miracle in its self!) and blackness flooded my vision again as I passed back into the black of oblivion.

Mmmmmm, comfy…wait…

I sat up. I sat up a little too fast. I groaned loudly and my hands flew up to my throbbing head as the blood left my brain for a second.

"Whoa there, take it easy!" a concerned voice said quickly, I felt hands grip my shoulder as I swayed to the side.

"Ugh…what happened?" I mumbled, amazed that I actually made a sentence.

"You appear to have been injured, my lady." said the voice. It was small sounding and musical.

"Yeah, my stupid mutt of a dog dragged me halfway across town…" I said, taking my hand away from my head. "I hope he's…OH MY GOD!"

I had finally gathered my wits and my vision had focused. I looked over to give the voice a face but was met with something absolutely impossible…a person with…goat legs?

"What ARE you!"

The creature laughed, it sounded slightly like a goat would bleat. Odd.

"I'm a faun, my lady. Arimus is my name. I was told to tend to you until you awoke."

My jaw dropped open stupidly as my eyes bugged a little.

"But…but…fauns don't REALLY exist! I mean…oh, I must still be dreaming…"

Arimus only smiled and shook her head. I noticed small horns protruding from her curly red hair.

I was about to say something about them, but the sound a throat being cleared and a knock on the doorpost made me look around her to the entrance of the large room I was in. My stomach flipped when I saw the person who stood there, nonchalantly leaning on the doorframe. The first thing I noticed was the hair, thick, wavy and black as night. I found myself wishing I could feel it…crazy, but true. Then my eyes began to take in all of him. His pale skin, strong jaw, natural pouted lips, firmly muscled torso…I must be in Heaven because no one on Earth could possibly look that perfect.

"How is she, Arimus?" the dark angel asked, striding over to the bed. He and the goat lady talked for a moment about my condition and then he turned to look at me. I nearly passed out again as I finally got a look into those eyes. Dark chocolate and sparkling with a mischief within, they seemed to read my very soul. "Hello."

"Hey." I squeaked. Hey? Really, Nakoda?

"My name is Edmund, I'm suppose to bring you down to dinner."

"Oh, don't let him fool you, young lady!" Arimus said with a giggle. "This is KING Edmund. Edmund the Just of Narnia, Duke of Lantern Waste, Count of the Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of the Table!"

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head! A KING? Standing right in front of me? Asking how I felt? And who knew kings were this young and good looking?

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Ok so there's chapter one! Let me know what you think and I'll get started on the next chapter right away!