Sorry that it so long to post but I've been seriously so busy with my other stories and school and work and home and…urg…I can't say anything but sorry and hope you'll forgive me. Will you, please. But here is the sequel to my first Narnia story 'Loyalty to the Family'.

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Winter Nymph

In the large snow covered field, deep in the forbidden forest, a single Winter Nymph was dancing for her joy of winter. Her pale white skin seemed to be glowing in the light of the winter sun while her shoulder length pale blonde hair flowed around her head like an enchanting halo as she danced, leaped and twirled around the field, while her silvery blue dress was flowing behind her in the chilly winter air and her bare delicate feet danced around the snow.

She was just about to do her pirouette in the middle of the field when a shout echoed around the field,

''Aunt Fayre!''

Fayre immediately after hearing that familiar angelic voice stopped dancing to look at her five year old niece running towards her in her white tunic and blue pants. Fayre knelt to the ground just when the little girl jumped into her arms.

''How's my little snowflake?'' Fayre asked as she rose from the ground her niece, Hope, in her arms.

''Fine, but mom said that dinner is ready,'' Hope said to her aunt.

''I was just finishing my Winter Dance. How about I come in five minutes?'' Fayre asked while placing a strand of Hope's golden blond hair behind her pointed ear.

''Mom said that if you don't come now she will eat your food,'' Hope repeated her mother's threat to Fayre.

''How about in two minutes?'' Fayre bargained. Hope scrunched her forehead as she was thinking the offer.

''Only if I get to take the first piece of the dessert. Mom made frozen blueberry tart,'' Hope said. And even if Hope always had the first piece, Fayre faked to look shocked by this offer.

''You're not going to chaffer about it, right?'' Fayre said while smiling as Hope shook her head as a no, ''well I guess there's no way out of it. You'll get the first piece,'' Fayre finally 'agreed' faking a defeated voice. Hope jumped out of her arms cheering for her victory.

''Two minute or I will help mom eat your food and I will eat your share of the tart alone,'' Hope threatened as she started to run back to their house. Fayre just laughed at the little girl's energy, it seemed endless. But then face turned dead serious. She looked at the little girl's back as her figure kept getting further and further away from the field. It was no secret to any remaining Narnians that Hope was the last Winter Nymph to be born in Narnia, and after that day their race's numbers were lowered to only three of them left.

After Hope had been born five years ago, Fayre and her sister Marigold, Hope's mother, went into hiding so that Hope could grow up peacefully in this prejudices land that once was full of beauty and laughter, and where all Narnians could feel safe and happy. But that was over a thousand years ago, before Telmarines came and killed their High-Queen Amanda, the last real monarch of Narnia. After that all Narnians were at risk of being killed just for being different than their so called ruling king.

And so became the huge purge that took many Narnians lives. So now there were only small amount of Narnians left. And as the Telmarines had always thought that Winter Nymphs were omens of deadly winters, even though the truth was the total opposite, all of the Winter Nymphs were killed. Except three. And as there were only so few of them left, they can't do what they were meant to do in the first place.

Winter Nymphs used to dance in the winter in large groups all around Narnia and with their dance they brought sun in the middle of the dark winter time, they brought mild frost that did not kill and just plain simply made the winter as beautiful season as the summer.

But now that they were basically extinct, the winters have become deadly cold, the short day times are filled with sun blocking clouds and darkness has covered the land and winter is no longer beautiful, except in those few small areas, where Fayre and Marigold dare to dance and make winter beautiful for their small treasure, Hope.

Fayre then snaps out of her thoughts and starts to walk towards their well hidden house, where the three Nymphs have lived for the last five years, safe from the Telmarines that might want to kill them. Their only visitors there were the badger Trufflehunter, in whose house Hope had been born five years ago, two dwarfs named Trumpkin and Nikabrik, who were also present at Hope's birth and Aland's, Marigold's late husband's, old friend and tutor, a half dwarf Doctor named Cornelius.

Cornelius had had a wide education in a variety of subjects and so he now worked as tutor for the Telmarines' children, among them the Prince Caspian, Telmarines' late king's young son. And in his free time Cornelius comes to visit the Nymphs and tutors little Hope in matters that Fayre and Rhyannon can't. And Hope, despite the fact that Cornelius tutors her in her opinion boring subjects, has come to love the old Doctor as her grandfather figure and Trufflehunter and the dwarfs were like uncles to her, and they are all totally wrapped around the young child's little finger.

Hope is naturally very sweet child and she cares deeply for her blood family and for her extended family. And even though she is young she knows how dangerous the world is and how Telmarines want them dead, no questions asked. And so the most she fears for is the safety of the Doctor's, because he lives with the Telmarines, but due to him being a half-dwarf he's a bit taller than a normal dwarf so he can blend in with the Telmarines and they just think him as short old man.

Fayre opens the door into their small house and sees Hope sitting in her chair at the table, legs swinging in the air as she can't yet reach the floor and Marigold, in her favorite cream gown, cooking the dinner by the fireplace. Marigold stirs the stew couple time and then she takes off her blue apron and places it to the clothes stand in the corner of the room, while rolling down her wide sleeves. She tightens her silver ribbon belt around her waist and then takes three bowls from the cabinet and puts them on the table.

''I'm home,'' Fayre announces as she walks inside the house.

''Oh, you're back. I was afraid I'd have to make true of my threat and actually eat your food,'' Marigold says to her sister as she pours some of the stew on one of the bowls and gives it to Hope. Fayre laughs little as she sits to the table across from Hope as Marigold gives her to a bowl of stew.

Marigold then takes the small cauldron back to the fireplace and takes some of the stew into her bowl and then she too sits down at the end of the table. She pours some milk to Hope's cup and then gives the jug to Fayre, who pours some milk for herself.

''Is this lamb stew?'' Fayre asks after her first bite.

''No it's rabbit. I couldn't get lamp this time,'' Marigold says as she takes a spoonful of the stew.

''I think this is delicious. As all mom's cooking. Aunt Fayre always burns whatever she makes,'' Hope says mouth full of stew.

''Hope don't talk while your mouth is full,'' Marigold scolds, while,

''What do you mean I burn anything I cook. I can cook,'' Fayre defends herself.

''Then why did you burn that porridge you tried to make me the other morning?'' Hope asks after swallowing her mouthful of food. Fayre opens her mouth to respond, but can't think anything to say while Hope starts laughing and Marigold chuckles behind her hand.

''She got you there little sister,'' Marigold chuckles while Fayre pouts like a little child.

Yes, this was their small, yet happy family.