Faith groaned in pain. Her side was starting to bother her. After being in a jail cell for days and having to sleep on the cold hard ground.

She'd dealt with worse. But, this was slowly starting to bother her. So far, no one was coming to find her.

She still hadn't figured out why they took her.

"Do you know why they took me and not someone else?" Faith asked the voice that always stayed in the darkness.

"No. They were after the lost daughter of Lyria."

"The lost daughter?" She asked.

"You don't know the tale?"

Faith shook her head. "I've never even heard of Lyria until a few days ago."

"Well, long ago Queen Anya had a daughter. Many kingdoms knew that if the Kings or Queens had an heir, it meant that Lyria could be ruled by them forever. So, many kingdoms came after them. Queen Anya took her daughter and took her to the kingdom of Narnia, where her daughter stayed with a Narnian."
The voice told the story.

"Are you saying that a Lyrian has been in Narnia for years?"

"Yes. Well, at least that's what the story says."

"Who are you?"

"I was the one who took in the lost daughter of Lyria."

* * *

They finally made it to the castle. Peter looked up at the large castle. How would they get in?

Could they just walk in?

They heard footsteps and turned quickly.

It looked to be a guard. The guard quickly took his sword out.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"High King Peter of Narnia," Peter said to him.

The guard put his sword down and put it in its sheath. "The Queen said you'd probably be coming." The guard replied.

Peter tilted his head to the side, before looking over at Ahri and Edmund.

"This way."

The guard turned and they followed.

Ahri caught up with Peter. "Is this a good idea, to follow a guard? This could be a trap." She whispered.

"This could be a good way to talk the Kings and Queens." He replied.

Ahri nodded and looked back at Edmund, who was talking with Aidan.

* * *

They continued to follow the guard reaching the huge wooden door to go into the castle. The guard knocked twice on the door and it opened.

They walked in and looked around. Red, Blue, Black, and Orange banners were hung on the walls, and four thrones had different color stones and an engraving.

The guard stopped in front of the thrones. "Wait here." He said and walked away.

Peter looked around once more.

"For a king. I'm surprised." A voice said walking from a door that was beside the thrones.

"Excuse me?" Peter and Edmund both said at the same time. Ahri just snickered.

"Both kings. Just to find a guard."

"She's not just a guard," Peter told her. Ahri looked over at him with surprise.

"Who are you?" Ahri asked.

"Queen Anya the fire of Lyria," Anya said to them. "And you?"

"Head Guard Ahri. That is King Edmund, High King Peter, and Aidan, head of the Narnian army." Ahri said, introducing everyone.

"So you're the famous Head Gaurd Ahri and High King Peter," the Queen replied

"Pardon?" Edmund asked taking a step closer to Ahri, "your friend, Faith? I believe, spoke often of you two and you and your sisters." Anya added to Edmund.

"Where is she?" Peter growled, and stepped forward with a hand on the handle of his sword.
"Touchy touchy. No wonder she spoke so.... admirable of you." A voice said and Peter flinched visibly.

"Callum. . ." Anya told her brother. "Go send for the two Narnian prisoners. And find Atlas. Take Leo with you." She ordered.

"Atlas?" The king questioned his sister. She glared at him and the young king bowed his head and went off to find Atlas, Leo following the king.

* * *

Faith limped as she followed Leo and Atlas through the castle. Her side hurt more than ever now that she was able to walk around.

The two guards didn't say much when they came to get her and the mysterious Narnian.

Faith slowed back so she could talk to the Narnian. "What do you think they want?" She asked.

She'd been scared that no one would find them. Or that anyone would even come at all.

The guards stopped in front of a door. One opened it as the other guard walked into the throne room, the other guard made them follow.

Faith saw Peter, Edmund, Ahri, and, Aidan.
"Peter!" She yelled, running over to him.

Atlas stood in her way and gave her a look.

Faith saw Peter clench the handle on his sword tighter.

Faith gave him a sad look.

"Let her go," Peter growled.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Anya sighed

"Why?" Edmund asked.

"Well, she's a prisoner, and now so are you, you all enter without an.. an invitation, so now you may not leave."

"What!" Edmund and Ahri said simultaneously.

Sighing Ahri stepped forward, "I, Ahri Head Guard of Cair Paravel, Knight of Narnia, and second to no one but their Majesty's, by the Order of the noblest lion. Herby challenges Lyrias's best swordsman to a duel to the death, the reward shall be freedom and safe passage out of Lyria, and Faith go too, do you dare say no?"

"What!" Edmund yelled

"Deal, Atlas I suggest you start preparing." The Queen said.

"No!" Both Atlas and Edmund said at the same time, then turned to glare at each other.

"Why do you care?" Edmund asked Atlas

"Why do you?" He retorted, Edmund snorted and turned to Ahri, "Edmund Don't say anything, I already know what you're going to say."

"Yeah well it's stupid, you could get yourself killed!"

"That's the point of a duel to the death,"
She shot back, Edmunds's eyes widen, "You not doing it,"

"And neither are you, we both know I'm a better swordsman or well women... But still!"

"No, Pete tell her she can't."

Peter shrugged,

"Ed-" Ahri began then was cut off

"Listen we don't have all day, Leo escorted them to their rooms," Callum said. "Atlas let's go,"

"Or do you mean our prison cells, " Aidan retorted.

"Wait, Faith comes with us, not to a cell again," Peter said, "or deals off."