"Then let me save my brother," Anna said. "He is still young. I can still help him." "You think I'm interested in Hannah that way?" Michael asked. "You're wrong."
Alexandria and William nodded and said at the same time, "Our house." "Hm," Trufflehunter mumbled. "That is strange."
"Do you know what forgiveness is?" Anna questioned, standing up and rubbing her neck. "Then what are you doing here?!" Michael challenged.
"Look around you," Trufflehunter spread his paws. "All that you see is Narnia. And it's as real as you are. But what I want to know is how you all got here." "We're not sure," Alexandria answered.
Claire folded her arms defiantly. "Advent..." Angel searched until she found his hand with her own. "I don't feel alright..."
"London?" Trufflehunter repeated, confused. "Luke, you are in Narnia, not London." "Narnia," Alexandria breathed. "This is so cool."
"Dracula," Anna began. "Dracula has a cure for werewolves. If there's a chance of saving my brother, I'm going after it."
Claire smaked Advent's arm. "Don't talk like that! Can't you see she's hurt?" "It's okay, Claire," Angel tried to assure her sister. "I just... need a minute... I feel terrible..."
"He's... my brother," Anna answered solomly.
"You're near the Rush River," Trufflehunter answered. "And what are your names, sons and daughters of Adam?" "I'm Alexandria," the excited girl answered first. "But you can call me Alex. And this is my twin, William. We all call him Will for short."
Claire waited, clasping her hands together in worry. "Advent...?" the name came from Angel as a hoarse whisper.
"My name is Trufflehunter," the badger introduced himself. "I should be asking you what you are doing, son of Adam." "He talked!" Alexandria exclaimed excitedly.
"I... I can't explain," Anna choked out.
"What?" Claire turned to look at Advent.
Trufflehunter turned around to see who had spoken. "Aw!" Alexadria squealed.
"Angel!" Claire called out her sister's name when she saw her on the ground. "What happened to her?" She asked Advent, kneeling next to Angel and looking at her head. "She's out cold." OOC: lulz
"It's true," Beatrice agreed. "Her heartbeat isn't in the castle anymore." "Don't!" Anna grabbed Van Helsing's gun, throwing off the shot.
Beatrice gave Michael a suprised look. "What do you mean there was a werewolf?"
"Shh," Alexandria told William. "I wanna hear it."
Claire followed Advent quickly.
