UPDATED:

I did a little work on this chapter, still the same just edited.

For those just joining me, hi! This is my new narnia story. I'll be extending time lines and messing with ages, but I'll keep very true to the story of Narnia.

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Cecilia shook her hair out, water droplets flying out into the cold night air. She shivered and hurried to her clothes, letting the breeze dry her pale skin. She stood for a moment and stared up at the moon, her eyes squinting at the brightness. The moon was so visible out here, nothing like she was used to at home. Up in the mountains, where she'd lived with her aunt, the clouds hung all around them and she rarely saw the night sky. When she left home, there was nothing she loved better then sleeping under the stars, no matter how cold the Narnian winter made the air. She was content, for the first time in a long time. Cecilia pulled her dress from the tree it was hanging in and slung it over her, slipping her feet into her shoes as she did. The blue silk, once lovely was beginning to become frayed and the rich colour had faded. That was one of the hazards of leaving home, she had two dresses and no practical clothes and the weather was becoming colder. Cecilia picked up her bag, her bow and her knife and walked the small distance back to her campsite. She'd set up in a little clearing, protected from the wind by trees. She'd been here for a few days, while she decided what her next move would be. She had three options, try her luck in Narnia, cross the desert and work in a brothel in Calormen, where she could seduce a rich businessman and set herself up, or find the next ship to the lone islands and make a life there, away from anyone who would attempt to make her stay at home. She sat, the embers from the fire she'd started still warming her. She'd already eaten that night so she began sharpening her blade, a beautiful knife that had been left to her by her father before he died. A twig snapped behind her, she whipped around and squinted, nothing. Another twig. Cecilia stood and loaded her arrow, pointing it in the direction of the noise.

"I'm warning you, I will shoot you on sight,"

Silence. Cecilia's heart was leaping out of her chest. She'd most definitely been found and the thing she'd been escaping for the last two weeks would come to pass. But she wouldn't go down without a fight. The trees rustled and Cecilia began to slowly move forward.

"Show yourself now or I'll begin shooting at random," Cecilia shouted, her fear beginning to show in her voice.

A man in a dark cloak stepped out of the bushes, also wielding a bow, pointed at her. Cecilia laughed.

"If you think I won't shoot you're an idiot,"

"Lady Cecilia, you and I both know I'd leave here with a limp at the very least,"

Cecilia's heart froze. She knew that voice. It was the captain of the kings army. The man she was supposed to marry. Her uncle, the King at the time had set the marriage from the day she was born and all her life she'd been trained to be a good wife to a man someday. Her cousin, the more recent King had kept to what his father had set down, even though he loved his cousin dearly. The day of her 21st birthday she'd run away and for two weeks had managed to evade those looking for her.

"Lord Marcus," Cecilia spat his name. Honestly she didn't know him that well. He was 12 years her senior and a very hard, stern man. When he smiled it didn't reach his eyes and when he looked at her, it was like he was looking at a possession.

"Darling, what is the point of all of this?" Markus began to edge closer. Cecilia tightened her grip on the bow.

"I'm not an object,"

"I can show you a good life and you know this, don't be foolish"

"My cousin cares about me. He doesn't know your true nature,"

"Your cousin needs to dispose of you. You can blame your traitorous father for this,"

Cecilia drew in a sharp breath, "My father sacrificed himself for my uncle and the country seems to have forgotten about this,"

"Enough Cecilia! Put your bow down, come with me and you won't be punished,"

"Where's Adane? Where is the Kings brother?"

"Prince Adane has run off to the wasteland that is Narnia,"

Cecilia lowered her bow slightly. Her cousin Adane had been her only advocate, her only protector in this battle and now she couldn't even count on him.

"We should all be helping Narnia,"

"Once more you show your naivety. Narnia belongs to the white queen and will remain that way. If she can keep control for 100 years what hope has anyone of opposing her. Grow up and learn where your opinion is wanted," he stepped closer to her. Cecilia continued to move back. Marcus smiled.

"I saw you bathing, you're so beautiful, my lady. You belong safe in my manor, not out here in the wilderness,"

"You watched me bathing?"

"I couldn't help myself," Markus lowered his bow and looked at Cecilia intently. He clicked his fingers.

"Cecilia, let's go. Now,"

Cecilia raised her chin defiantly, "I'd rather die,"

"Why do you despise me so?"

"My father was not a traitor,"

Marcus sighed, "Enough. I would like my bed and a warm bath,"

Cecilia shook her head. Marcus made to step closer to her but Cecilia raised her bow which had become slack.

"Do not come closer to me,"

"Cecilia my patience is running out,"

"So is mine, I do not belong to you,"

"Cecilia..." Markus' voice began to rise.

Cecilia saw no other choice. She may be scared beyond belief, but she was still clever. She narrowed her eyes, aimed for Marcus' leg and shot. As always, her shot reached its target and immediately Marcus bent over in pain. Cecilia grabbed her knife and bag of arrows, leaving everything else behind and ran as fast as she could in the direction of what she knew to be the Narnian border. She noticed a horse tied to a tree. She laughed. Lord Marcus was stupid and now he would have no way to chase her. She ran to the horse, quickly untied it and mounted it, riding swiftly away from a homeland that had caused her nothing but pain.

The sun was now high in the sky, heating the back of Cecilias neck, but the wind was icy, like the snow on the ground. She must be over the Narnian border by now, she had been riding all night. Her stomach rumbled but she knew she couldn't stop. Marcus had many men at his disposal and he would stop at nothing to bring her home. However the lack of sleep, the cold nights and the scarce food was beginning to take its toll on Cecilia and she felt her eyes beginning to close. She shook her head and slapped herself on the cheek.

"Wake up Cecilia," she snapped. But her head was not complying and she felt herself slowly sliding off her horse and down into the abyss.

"She's very pretty," said a small voice, very pleasing to the ear.

"Boys stop staring at the poor thing," another, older voice snapped.

Cecilia heard scuffling and someone pressed something cold to her head. She breathed deep and let out a soft sigh. Suddenly she knew what a mothers touch must feel like

"I think she's waking up," said another female voice, still young but older than the smallest.

"I hope so, I wonder if she has kind eyes," said the small voice again.

A deep male voice chimed in, "Can we get back to why we're here. We don't have that much time,"

The snappy voice huffed, "There's a snowstorm young man, you'll be here for a while. Thank god we found her, she'd have frozen to death,"

Cecilia's eyes fluttered open and she registered the room around her. Two beavers stood in front of her, bigger than your normal beaver. Cecilia remember hearing that the animals in Narnia talked, these must be talking beavers. Behind them stood two girls and two boys. The first were two brunette girls, one of about ten, with a short bob and dancing, smiling eyes. The other was of about sixteen, a beautiful girl with long hair and delicate features. Two boys stood protectively begin them one a sulky looking brunette boy of about fourteen and the last made Aurelia start in surprise. He was clearly the eldest. He was the only blonde in the four and had a proud stance and piercing blue eyes that looked as though they missed nothing. Cecilia took a deep breath. These people weren't dressed in traditional Archenland clothes and from what Cecilia knew of Narnia, there weren't any humans there except the white witch and she was barely human. Cecilia sat up, her strength slowly returning. She ran a hand through her long red hair, finding it full of tangles. One of the Beavers, wearing a pink apron put a hand on her shoulder.

"Would you like a brush, love?" The beaver had had a lovely, comforting voice, like that of a mother. Cecilia nodded, not knowing what to say. They all stared until the female beaver clapped her paws.

"Now now, stop staring, leave Lady Cecilia alone,"

Cecilia stopped, "You know who I am?"

"Your cousin was here before but he had to leave for Aslans camp,"

"Adane was here?"

Cecilia attempted to stand but her head swam and she fell. The blonde boy caught her and helped her back onto the bed.

"I think you need to rest,"

Cecilia looked up at him, realizing how kind his eyes were. She hadn't seen kindness in a while.

"Of... of course," Cecilia laid down and looked at the female beaver. "Is Adane coming back?"

"He told us to bring you to Aslans camp. We'll be heading there in a couple of days when this storm is over. For now love, let's all rest and have some food. And I think you all need some information,"

The blonde boy who had been kneeling next to Cecilia turned, "Yes we would. This is all very confusing for us,"

Cecilia put a hand on his arm, "Help me up, I need to know what is going on,"

The blonde boy nodded and wrapped Cecilia in a blanket, before helping her up and sitting her down in a chair at the table. Cecilia smiled at the group.

"I feel at a disadvantage. May I know all your names?"

The blonde boy smiled, "I'm Peter, and this is Edmund, Lucy and Susan,"

"And you're from the Lone Islands?"

Peter cocked his head to the side, "We're from Finchley,"

"Where's that in relation to here?"

"We're not entirely sure," said Susan, shooting Peter a glance.

One of the beavers cleared his throat, "I'm Beaver and this is my wife, Mrs Beaver,"

Cecilia nodded politely at them, "Thank you for your hospitality. I'll get going once the storm is over,"

Mrs Beaver shook her head, "No dear, Adane had strict instructions to bring you to him. He's a good boy and he wants your safety,"

Cecilia nodded, "Of course. Now, I believe some information was offered?"

Beaver cleared his throat.

"They'll have taken Tumnus to the witches' house and we know what they say about that place. There are few go in there that come out alive," Beaver explained once everyone was quiet.

"Come on now Beaver, don't frighten the poor dears. Fish and chips anyone?" Mrs. Beaver put plates in front of everyone and then settled herself. She patted the younger girl who had been introduced as Lucy on the hand. "But there is hope dear, lots of hope."

"Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope!" Beaver leaned forward as though he was telling the biggest secret of all. "Aslan is on the move,"

"Who's Aslan?" the sulky boy, who was called Edmund, piped up.

Mr. Beaver started to laugh and Mrs. Beaver joined in. Cecilia must have looked confused too, for they both suddenly stopped.

"I suppose Archens don't know of him, then,"

Cecilia shook her head "I know the name, but not much else."

"You see children; Aslan is the creator of Narnia and the true king,"

"He's been away for ages but he just got back and he's waiting for you near the stone table!" Beaver exclaimed excitedly, almost jumping from his seat.

"Why is he waiting for us?" asked Lucy, surprised.

"You don't know about the prophecy!"

"No, I know of the prophecy, I remember reading about it once, before my aunt had all my literature burned," Cecilia.

"Why did she do that?" Lucy asked.

Cecilia smiled and leaned in close, "I was a bit of an escape artist and I was prone to impromptu adventures,"

Peter laughed.

"What prophecy!" said Susan impatiently.

"Well, Tumnus's arrest, the secret police… it's all happening because of you!"

"Don't blame us!" Susan was defensive.

"I don't think they're blaming you. It's a thank you. These people, they've been in misery for so long," Cecilia smiled at Susan, who returned her smile, a little wearily. "You give them hope. I don't know much about what they've been through, but I know the winter is starting to affect even us in Archenland. It mustn't have been easy,"

Beaver cleared his throat, "This prophecy I've been talking about. When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne the evil time will be over and done," Mr. Beaver recited grandly.

"What does that mean?" Lucy looked to her siblings but none of them had understood either.

"Well dear, it has long been foretold that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia," Mrs. Beaver smiled proudly, as though smiling at her own children. There was a short silence.

"You think we're the ones don't you," Peter's voice was softer now, almost frightened at this new revelation.

"Well you had better be because Aslan is already gathering you're army," Mr. Beaver announced.

"An army?" Lucy was overwhelmed now.

"Peter, mother sent us away so we wouldn't be in a war," muttered Susan in her brothers ear.

"War?"

Peter sighed, "Where we come from, there's a war going on as well. My father is fighting in it,"

"My father fought in a war too,"

"Did he survive?"

Cecilia shook her head sadly.

Peter sighed, "I think you might have made a mistake, we're children not heroes."

"Peter we really must get going, thank you for your hospitality," Susan stood and attempted to pull Lucy with her. She resisted.

"But we have to save Mr. Tumnus,"

"I'm sorry Lu but it's out of our hands. Let's go. Edmund," Peter looked around for his brother. But Edmund wasn't there.

"Ed?"

Cecilia looked at Edmunds untouched food and her stomach fluttered nervously.

"But he was just there," she mused.

"I'm gonna kill him,"

"You may not have to," Beaver's voice was low. "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?"