okay so this is the first chapter. It starts when the four first come into Narnia and find mr Tumnus is missing. Enjoy :)

*peters POV*

"Mr Tumnus has been arrested under the order of the queen of Narnia. Charged with high treason against the queen of Narnia for fraternising with humans." I read the letter that had been attached to the post in the fawns trashed house. Nothing had been left untouched, all of his pictures and china had been smashed. Lucy was almost in tears, and I pulled her into my arms. I dint want her to see this, no child should, but there was no turning back now. Susan gave me an I told you so look, which I instantly frowned at. I felt bad enough already, I didn't need Susan making it worse

"We should really go now." Susan said, and I could hear the worry in her voice, and I knew she was probably right, but this was a magical kingdom in he back of a wardrobe! We would be crazy to leave! Lucy pulled out of my arms and stared at Susan in disbelief. Sometimes I found it hard to believe she was a little girl, the way she faced of to Susan sometimes. Then again, she wasn't a little girl really. She was growing up, and soon she wouldn't need. E to protect her. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I tried to shake it off, knowing Lucy would always need me.

"What about Mr Tumnus!" She cried, and Susan threw up her arms in frustration. Susan was a logical person, being here defied every belief she had. She wasn't being a kill joy for no reason, in fact, she wasn't trying to be a kill joy at all. She was way out of her comfort zone here, beyond sanity. Let's face it, this place existing one second, then not the next was crazy. Only yesterday there was nothing at the back of this wardrobe, now there was a whole different universe.

"He was arrested just for being with a human, there's nothing we can do." Her voice cracked a little with fear as she looked at the smashed apartment. Maybe Susan was right, maybe we were way in over our head. Maybe we should go home. After all, if talking to a human meant imprisonment, imagine what would happen to an actual human. I wonder why humans are hated here, why are they illegal? Then, with a shudder, I realises it might be because there are no other humans, and whatever, or whoever lived there didn't want us here. Maybe we really should go.

"You don't get it, do you. I'm that human. She must have found out." Her eyes started to water, and at that Edmund looked up, staring at the letter with new insight. I pulled Lucy to me again, trying to stop her from crying. I observed Edmund, who was acting very strange. I had not asked why he had lied about coming to Narnia, but now I was starting to wonder. Why would he lie? Because he thought we would laugh at him? Or think he was crazy? I wonder what he did when he first came here. He had never answered Lucy's question, when she had asked him why he was there. It doesn't matter, I think to myself, pushing the idea away as Lucy begins to sob a little.

"We'll think of something." I tried to reason, and Lucy looks gladly up at me, with those wide, imaginative eyes of hers. Susan looked like she was about to object her face going red with anger at being ignored, when Edmund looked up, dropping whatever he had been holding in his hands. He looked both confused and a little worried, a mixture I didn't quite understand.

"Why? He's a criminal." He said, his face screwed up as if he'd smelt something bad, and Lucy looked at him, horrified. Whoever this Mr. Tumnus was, he had made quite the impression on Lucy. I had never seen her so angry and upset. Edmund shrugged, going around the house, picking up different things, before putting them down, bored with them already. I was about to tell him to keep his mouth shut, to not upset Lucy more than she already was, when we heard a bird singing, and someone trying to get our attention. Susan looked up in confusion, her brow furrowing as she thought about what she'd heard. It had almost sounded like the bird and the psst were the same.

"Did that bird just... Psst me?" She asked, a note of incredulous ness in her voice, and if we weren't here, in this magical land, I would have told her to stop being so daft. Maybe even teased her about it. But we were here, and anything was possible. We walked out side, looking for the bird, and the psst came again and again, accompanied by rustling footsteps that echoed off of the rocks, making them sound like they were all around us. We looked among the tree tops, searching for the mystery bird, jumping when the bird finally flew away, but the footsteps kept coming. I pushed Susan and Lucy behind me, knowing I had to protect them at whatever cost, and I felt Susan's hand on my shoulder, comforting me. Edmund was by my side, looking warily at the forest, yet there was something eager about his expression. What if it was the secret police? What if they had come back, and now they were going to kill us? Suddenly a brown beaver jumped out of the undergrowth, moving forward slowly, looking at us as it moved gingerly towards us.

"It's a beaver!" Lucy said, looking in awe at the cute beaver, and I rolled my eyes. What is it about animals that always make girls swoon? I bent down holding out my hand for the beaver to sniff, trying to encourage it forward so that Lucy could get a better look. I knew how much she adored cute animals.

"Here boy. Here boy." I tried to encourage the beaver forward slowly, making no sudden movements, and it looked at me like I was a complete idiot. I had never seen such an expression on an animal before, like it actually understood what I was doing, and completely disapproved. It looked from my hand to my face, before rising back on it's hind legs, staring at me.

"I ain't gunna sniff it if that's what you want." I jumped back, completely amazed that this beaver could talk. Well, I can't say I was expecting that. What type of animal talks? Even for a magical kingdom, this was a surprise. Okay, not really that much of a surprise, I mean we are in the back of a wardrobe, Lucy giggled, and the beaver looked at her as if recognising her face. Maybe he was a friend of Mr. Tumnus, and had come to tell us what happened.

"Lucy." He said, and Lucy looked shocked that he knew her name, and it was clear the two had never met before. She moved forward without hesitance, and I could help but think that she was handling this all very well. She bent down to look at what the beaver held in his hands, turning it over in her own hands, recognising it. It was a white hanky chief, one that mum had given her before we were evacuated. It was hers. How had the beaver got it? Did he steal it? Had she dropped it? How did he know it was hers? So many questions span inside my head, overwhelming me, and I almost felt dizzy.

"I gave this to Mr Tumnus." She said, taking the hanky from the beaver, looking at it intensely. She held it to her chest, as if it were her bestfriend, before looking down at the beaver once more, her eyes a little narrowed. "How did you get this?" She asked.

"He got it to me just before they took him." The beaver said gravely, and I can tell this isn't good. Lucy doesn't seem to grasp onto the fact that the people who took him intend to punish him, and I don't want her to know, I don't want her innocence to be spoiled. I reach forward, putting a hand on her shoulder, and she looks back at me in confusion, before turning to the beaver.

"Is he alright?" She asks, and the beaver looks around hesitantly, before moving a step towards the tree line. She shouldn't know about what happened, she's just a girl, I think to myself, but I can't do anything to stop it now. I can sense something more difficult is happening here, something we are involved in somehow, and I feel we are already in too deep to back out.

"Further in." He whispers, and I take a step forward, wanting to find out more about this wonderful yet dark place, before Susan is screaming for me to drop to the ground, so loud I swear my ear drums burst. I fall to my knees, the snow soaking through my trousers, not knowing why I had to duck, but then I see the arrow that would have pierced my chest if I was standing, soaring through the air and embedding itself deep in the tree beside us. I look up, searching for the one who the blue tipped arrow belongs to. My heart hammers hard in my chest. Someone just tried to kill me! Who would do that? Instantly I think of the secret police, but I don't scramble to stand, worried the next time an arrow flies, I won't be able to duck fast enough. So I stay frozen on the ground, the snow slowly freezing my knees. The beaver looks to the arrow and smiles, and I want to shout at him, to demand why he is smiling when my life was just in danger.

"Sorry beaver. I didn't know they were with you." The voice was melodic, with the right amount of indifference and curiosity to make her sound deadly, but warm at the same time. I looked up at the girl, her brown wooden bow loaded with another blue tipped arrow, the string pulled taut to her lips. Her deep green eyes were narrowed slightly as she inspected us, her deep brown hair was curly and waist length, styled in a half up half down do. Her red dress billowed in the wind, her sleeves flapping against the bow, but any elegance the dress would have given her was taken away by the brown leather hunting vest tied tightly at the front, defining her full body.

"Natalya! You could have killed him!" The beaver warned, but he was smiling at her, like a father smiles at his daughter. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, and if she didn't look so deadly, her full lips not pulled into a knowing smile, her high cheek bones and defined features would have made me guess she was a princess. Her eyes were surrounded by thick black lashes, that caught stray snowflakes as she blinked. She held herself like a trained professional, and something about the way she looks, perched atop an unturned rock, her feet planted firmly into the snow covering it, makes me fear her, yet respect her. Never in my life had I met a girl like that.

"Sorry. How am I suppose to know who the queens spy's are, and who aren't." She slung her bow back over her shoulder, replacing the arrows in her quiver, and I spotted the long metal sword at her hip, glinting in the sun. She gestured for me to get up, and I stood confidently, meeting her eyes, though my heart was still struggling to calm itself back to normal. I wonder how she knows the beaver. She must know him well, I can tell that by the way he looks at her. Not the way in which Edmund looks at her, with such desire and awe I want to smack him for thinking of her that way, but in a way that conveys care. Like one has for their child. Yet clearly she is of no relation to him.

"Come on, we need to go." Beaver said, and I went to walk forward, when Susan grabbed me, nearly yanking my arm from it's socked as she turned me to face her. She was looking at me like I was crazy, her eyes wandering between the arrow and the girl every few second, and I can tell she's scared of the girl. What did beaver call her? Natasha? No, Natalya. That's it.

"Wait!" She hissed, and I turned to look at the incredulous Edmund, who clearly shares Susan's fear of the unknown, yet not of the girl. Oh no, he was not scared of her at all. He was way to comfortable with her, even though it could easily of been him she shot at. They were wary, they were scared of this place? Well, Susan was. Edmund... I'm not sure if he's scared of this place, of if he just doesn't want to go with the beavers. Maybe he wants to go somewhere else. Lucy looked worried, but for a totally different reason. She did not fear this place, she was completely at home here, among the snow and the talking animals. This was a paradise for her. She wanted to go with beaver now, because she knew that beaver knew what had happened to Mr. Tumnus, and she wanted to help him escape.

"How do we know we can trust them?" Edmund hissed, trying to keep his voice low, but Natalya laughed, clearly listening to our conversation. Why was Edmund worried about trust? The beavers knew Mr. Tumnus, and Lucy trusts him. Therefore if Lucy trusts the beavers, and because she's been her more than me, than any of us, she knows how this all works. I trust her judgement more than Edmunds.

"I can hear you." She said in a sort of sing song voice, but I just ignored her. How had she found us? Where had she come from? I had assumed there were no humans in Narnia, which is why they are hunted, but now I'm not too sure why. I can feel her eyes in the back of my head, watching us intently, and I can tell she's as wary as Susan. She doesn't trust us yet she trusts the beavers. This is all so confusing.

"The beaver said he knew the fawn." I said, and Susan's eyes went wide. Okay, I know what she's thinking. Animals should talk, it's impossible, but it seems nothing is impossible here. So we just have to get to grips with what is happening around us, and go along with what the beavers say. They seem trust worthy, the beavers seem like nice people. It's just her, Natalya, that makes me a little wary. Beautiful people always do have the most secrets, after all. What if she was working for the queen? No, she didn't seem to like the queen. The way she talked about the 'queens spy's' made me think it was more likely she hated the queen.

"He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything." Susan cried, and Natalya jumped down from the rock she had been standing on, clearly bored with our little family dispute. I watched her as she walked slowly towards us, dragging the point of her bow across the floor, leaving a line behind her. She seemed to be examining us ass he walked over to the tree, pulling her arrow from it easily, before stuffing it back into her quiver.

"Look, you can have your family drama another time. Right now, we have to go." She said, walking over to Lucy, drawing something out of her leather skin. Susan grabbed Lucy and yanked her towards her, scared Natalya was going to hurt her. Natalya looked at her in frustration, clearly not in the mood for this whole ordeal. Susan saw that what was in Natalya's hand was not a dagger or a sword, not a weapon to cause any harm to Lucy, but a woven red blanket, that she draped around the shivering Lucy's shoulders, before standing up straight, looking Susan coldly in the eyes. This act of kindness instantly makes me warm to her, because she was doing what I always wanted to do. Protect and look after my family. She looked up at me, walking slowly towards the tree line, her face cold once more.

"Come on." She walked into the woods, and we followed her, not daring to question the strange mysterious girl who had tried to kill me, yet was probably saving our lives.

so did you enjoy your first meeting with Natalya? I've tried to make her true to the whole Narnian upbringing thing. In further chapters there will be alternating POVs, so hope you enjoyed it xx