Whoa, what's this now? She's…she's… updated?

Hey guys, I'm so sorry about the extremely overdue update. Life just got so damn busy I lost track of, well, everything. And unfortunately, this had a ridiculously horrible impact on my fan fiction account. So I'm not saying I even have an excuse, I'm just an easily distracted, procrastinating person, who feels terrible about her lateness. Please forgive me?

Anyway, as you may have noticed, there have been a few tweaks to the story. Firstly (and most importantly) it will no longer go by the name of "What If?", but instead "Hopefully not a Hallucination." I just thought "What If?" lacked originality or imagination, and was actually just what I called it in a rush when I first started this story. I'm still not 100% on the new title, but it's still better than the old one… Thoughts?

I've also changed the description for the story, as my old one was simply awful. That's the main, actually, only reason that its changed. The old one was far too cliché and… I shudder just thinking about it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia or any of its characters.

Anyway, I'm still trying to get back into this whole story writing thing, and would really appreciate some positive feedback from you guys. Let's see if I can get this story back on the rails! Without further ado, here is the LONG awaited eleventh chapter of the newly titled "Hopefully not a Hallucination". Enjoy!

"And we escaped the wolves by clinging on to broken ice as it stormed down a freezing river!" finished Lucy, finally stopping for breath as she concluded her epic story.

"Wow, that sounds exciting" smiled Chloe, somewhat half-heartedly. Luckily Lucy was still worked up enough to not notice Chloe's lack in enthusiasm. On any other occasion, Chloe would have loved to hear more of the young child's brilliant stories about frozen rivers, beaver tunnels and Father Christmas. But in the situation she was in now, even the idea of Aslan couldn't cheer her up.

He could be taken away, back in her hands again. He wouldn't stand a chance.

Was Aslan really going to let that happen? He wouldn't. He couldn't.

Chloe quickly glanced towards Edmund, who was slumped on the floor, absent-mindedly plucking at the grass with his quivering hands. A small pile of it had begun to form by his crossed legs.

Normally Chloe wouldn't have hesitated in sitting beside him and comforting him, but for some reason she felt it best not to. The Witch had entered the tent about an hour ago, and in that time, countless amounts of creatures (Chloe did not know how to refer to them in any other way) had approached him and paid their condolences.

She was sure Edmund was probably sick of it, and decided instead to leave him in his own company.

"I'm sorry Lucy, but do you mind if I go off for a while?" asked Chloe, as she stood up and flattened down her lilac dress.

"Oh that's fine" smiled the little girl. "You go ahead."

"Thanks" replied Chloe.

With that, Chloe wandered off slowly through the dense groups of creatures. She was sure not to stand on anyone's hooves, or get her dress caught in a claw of some kind, and before she knew it, the crowd had thinned, and she was heading into the outskirts of the camp.

The overwhelming sound of silence was what Chloe first noticed about the area. Comparing it to the ambiance of fear that hung over the camp was a stark contrast. Realising this was the first moment of calm she had had in days, Chloe very gently sat down on the soft grass.

She inhaled the fresh, clean air and ran her fingers through the grass. Narnia was a far more beautiful place when it wasn't covered in snow. The ground was soft and warm, not hard and icy. And instead of having cold flakes of snow hit you like razorblades whenever you stood outside, instead she could sit in the fields all day soaking up the sun's rays.

She hadn't felt this relaxed in days. The last time she remembered being this content was back in the beavers dam, when she first began to get along with Edmund.

This quickly made her think back to what had been said that day by Mr and Mrs Beaver, when they introduced Chloe and the Pevensies to the prophecy.

"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."

No, that certainly doesn't rhyme.

Susan had a point there.

"It's been long foretold that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia."

Well that's obviously the Pevensies thought Chloe.

But where does that leave me?

"There is mention of a third daughter of Eve in the prophecy, and how she not only plays a big part in the final battle against the White Witch's army…"

But I can't fight! The only time I ever have was against Matilda Jones, and that isn't exactly in the same context.

One girl vs. a whole flipping army. Nope, definitely not the same.

But what else did they say again?

"…but also how she steals the heart of the Just."

Who on earth is this 'Just' fellow?

No Chloe, stop thinking about that right now, focus on the important things.

Like how I'm going to DIE fighting the White Witch.

So engrossed in her own thoughts, Chloe failed to notice a shadowy figure begin to approach her from behind.

Maybe it'll be like in the movies? And that one minute I'm on the floor, about to die, then the next I'll find some magical necklace that gives me the power of nature or whatever, then I can tornado the bad guys to death!

The sound of heavy boots was muffled by the soft grass.

The power of nature, that would actually be a terrible thing to have. I summon, "flower power!"

The figure held their breath, as they reached their arms out towards the unaware girl.

When they say I steal the heart of the Just, I hope they don't mean I'll literally take his heart. That would be utterly disgust-

"Remember me?" snarled a toe-curlingly familiar voice, right into Chloe's ear.

Before she had the chance to react, she felt him grab her left arm and twist it painfully, before drawing a razor sharp knife and holding it to her throat.

The dwarf's vile breath seeped into her nose, and she felt paralysed with fear. One false move on her behalf, and that knife would become far more that a threat.

"What do you want?" she whispered, trying to hide the tremors in her voice.

"It's not what I want" he chuckled darkly. "It's what her majesty wants."

"And what's that then?" Her breathing was becoming increasingly erratic.

"You."

And with a swift hit, everything went black.

Intense, right? I know it's not brilliant, and is hardly comedy gold etc, but I'm just happy I had the chance to right some of my own material, rather than having to follow the movie word by word.

I think someone mentioned that I needed to get away from just essentially writing the movie and make it my own, and I hope I achieved that in this chapter.

Don't forget to review, and leave me a note on what you think of the new changes (title, summary?). Until next time (which hopefully won't be six months away) ;)