Calormen

Everyone exits the portal onto sand and grass. The sun-baked ground is craked and dusty, most of the grass brown and dried. "Where are we?" Terrance asks. Agent E. Bennet, recruited from the Austen Realms, picks up the sand and lets it fall through her fingers.
"Well," she replies, "it isn't Narnia. Or Archenland." DragonFyre looks around and spots a small village off in the distance. She starts walking toward it and everyone follows her.
"You know what I just realized," Sapphire yells over the wind, "it's realy hard to navigate a desert in a formal gown!" She waves her hand over her dress, as if to cast a spell, but nothing happens. "Uh, DragonFyre, magic no worky." The others try spells, but they get the same result. RiverFlyte tries to cast one of his elemental spells, but it is uneffective. DragonFyre thinks for a bit, then tries to open another portal, but fails. RiverFlyte looks at her in alarm.
"Please don't tell me that none of our magic works here. Not even our escape spells."  he pleads. DragonFyre bites her lip.
"Alright, I won't tell you." she relplies.
"Another, 'Realm Traveler Rule'? What's this one called?" he groans.
"The Aslan Block. When I recieved my powers from him, he made a sort of sheild against it in this realm. But, there are other ways to use magic in this realm. Though, in Calormen, I'm not sure where..." she trails off. Everyone glares at her. "We just have to go north. Once we reach the Narrow Gorge we just follow that. We'll end up in Archenland, then just take the pass north to Narnia." She explains.
"I don't remeber that in the books." Sapphire objects.
"Did you read The Horse and his Boy?" DragonFyre asks.
"No. No one reads that one. It has nothing at all to do with the rest of the series." Sapphire points out. DragonFyre whips back toward the village and continues walking.
"Well, no wonder you know nothing about the georaphy of Calormen." DragonFyre retorts. RiverFlyte grabs her arm.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" he asks. She shakes her head.
"No, but I figure it's better than being stranded in the desert." She turns to address the rest of the Realm Travelers. "Keep an eye on the horizon. If the sun is going down, that ways north," she points out her right, "if it's going up, that ways north." she points to her left. "Got it?" Murmurs of agreement  ripple through the group. They all commence walking toward the village. After about an hour or so, Sapphire points to a trail of camels and people heading the same way.
"Hey, lets ask them!" she exclaims. She runs off to meet them. DragonFyre squints through the blazing sunlight.
"Sapphire, no! Those are are the Tisroc's men!" but Sapphire doesn't hear her. Suddenly, Sapphire screams as a few of the men garb her. DragonFyre runs to defend her, but keeps slipping on the sand. "Sapphire!" DragonFyre shreiks. A roar breaks through the ruckus and the men freeze. A lion bursts through the haze and beats back the men. He lies down in front of Sapphire. She climbs on his back and she rides over to the rest of the Realm Travelers. He lets her off and stands in front of them.
"Aslan?" DragonFyre whispers. The lion nodds. DragonFyre falls to her knees and bows before him. She gestures for the others to do the same. The boys kneel and the girls curtsey. Aslan acknowledges them. "I don't know you as a lion, but I know you by your other name." DragonFyre explains. She stands. Aslan licks her cheek.
"We are much like you and TrailBlaiser. The same, yet different. Not twins. But siblings, yet the same person." he says. He addresses the rest of the Realm Travelers, "You all are a long way from home. But you are here for a reason. Or else you certainly would not have come to this realm."
RiverFlyte steps forward.
"Yes, sir. We had hoped that you could revive TrailBlaiser." RiverFlyte whispers. Aslan whips his tail back and forth.
"Why should I do that?" he demands. RiverFlyte bows his head.
"I- I love her, your majesty." RiverFlyte replies. Aslan's eyes soften.
"You wish to see her again? To hold her? To love her?" RiverFlyte nodds slowly. Aslan breathes on them, and they are transported into his country.