Her name was Kari. Things in the capital city of Telmar were beginning to grow too dangerous and Kari was a special child, already showing a strong gift of empathy and the ability to alter one's emotional state at just four years of age, so to keep her safe her mother and father asked a very close friend to spirit her away to the forest- knowing that someday they would have to do the same with with her older brother. This particular forest was said to house the long extinct Narnians, so the professor knew Kari would be safe. He searched for hours before he finally found them and when he explained the situation to them- having befriended some among their numbers- they kindly agreed to take Kari in and teach her their ways.

And so the Narnians- more specifically a faun named, Shain, and his wife, Riari- raised the little Telmarine girl like one of their own. When she was about ten years of age, however, Kari had wandered away from the group and deeper into the forest. She walked around for what seemed like hours before she came across a cave similar to the cave near Cair Paravel. She wasn't sure if she should investigate the cave further, knowing she needed to get back home, but before she could do anything else she managed to trip over some exposed roots and fell into the cave, hitting her head- darkness claiming her. When she finally woke, she found herself laying on a bed in what looked like a beaver dam.

"Look, Beaver, she's awake."

Kari sat up and looked around, finding two beavers were staring at her intently.

"What is your name, Daughter of Eve?"

Kari looked at them, confused.

"You are human, are you not?"

She nodded. "My name is Kari. Where am I, if you don't mind me asking?"

One of the beavers came forward. "You're in Narnia, dear. We found you outside. You hit your head pretty good, now, didn't you?"

Kari reached up and touched the bump on her forehead. "I guess so... Where's my mum and da?"

They looked at each other.

"We're not quite sure who you're talking about, dearie."

Kari realized in that moment that her world was crashing in around her, everything she knew crumbling away. She let the tears slip down her cheeks, closing her eyes as the female beaver reached up to stroke her cheek. "Mum, Da, I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."

"You poor dear..." the female beaver tried to comfort the girl as best she could. "You're welcome to stay with us, we'll look after you."

And so Mr. and Mrs. Beaver took in the young girl, without hesitation. Now, some years later, everything was about to change and Kari would be faced with yet another challenge.

One day while Mr. Beaver had gone out for a bit, saying he had to go and find something, Kari was helping Mrs. Beaver at home with the chores and cooking- having to stay inside and out of sight for fear of what the White Witch would do if she knew Kari was there.

It was a normal day, same as always, until Mr. Beaver returned. And he wasn't alone. It was the day that they came to Narnia: the four children from the prophecy.

"Welcome back, Beaver." Kari said, looking up from her work. Her eyes widened, though, and she stared at the door of their home as four humans stepped inside.

She looked around at the humans, having never seen another like her before, and found herself drawn to the eldest- a rather handsome young man who looked to be the same age as her. And he wasn't from Narnia, but like from somewhere else entirely judging by the clothing he and the other humans wore. She found herself blushing when she noticed that he, too, was staring at her.

After a nudge from the eldest girl, the young man cleared his throat and tried to ignore his blushing as he offered Kari his hand in greeting. "Hi, I'm Peter Pevensie and this is Susan, Edmund, and Lucy." he said, introducing himself.

Kari pulled herself from her thoughts and offered them a smile, trying to be as welcoming as she could. She hesitated, unsure of what to do with his outstretched hand, but then she reached forward with her opposite hand and grasped his- sensing that was what she was meant to do. "I'm Kari. Welcome to our humble home. You look like you need something to warm you up, why don't you share a meal with us?"

Peter and the others agreed, taking a seat at the table as Kari and Mrs. Beaver brought over the meal- a sort of root and mushroom soup. While they ate, the Beavers told the Pevensies of the prophecy and of Aslan. As she listened, Kari couldn't believe the mighty Aslan was really coming back and hoped she would be able to meet him after all she had heard of him.

"So, Kari, how long have you been living with the Beavers?"

Kari looked up at the curious faces of the Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam. "Four years. They... found me..." She looked at the creatures who had taken me in.

"What do you mean, 'found you'?"

Kari looked at Peter. "I only remember finding a cave and tripping, then hitting my head, but after that... nothing."

The Pevensies looked at each other.

"When I came to again, I was here. The Beavers have been looking after me since. The only thing I really remember is my name and a few smaller details here and there." She looked down at the bowl in front of her and felt Mrs. Beaver's paw on her arm.

"It's alright dear. I know you don't like talking about this, but..."

She looked at Mr. Beaver, then at the newcomers.

Susan decided to pitch in. "Don't you remember anything of your family?"

Kari shook her head. "Not really. I know have a family, somewhere. I can't see my most important memories clearly, only those that are of little consequence in comparison like what my name is. My only hope of remembering anything- anything at all- lies with Aslan."

Unsure of what else they could say, the Pevensies remained silent and began contemplating what to do next. Eventually, their attention returned to the matter at hand and the fate of Narnia at its center.

"Peter, we have to stay and help. We can't just leave them here to die. We have to stay. For Mr. Tumnus, too..."

He stood up and shook his head. "I'm sorry Lu, but we have to get home. Come on, we're leaving. Ed?" Peter looked behind him, to where his brother had been sitting, only to find him absent.

Kari stood and looked at Peter, shaking her head. "He's not here. I saw him leave not that long ago."

Peter threw his chair out of the way and came to stand in front of her. "Why didn't you stop him?! Why didn't you say anything?!"

Kari could feel his anger radiating off him and its waves crashing into her. She could feel her eyes roll back into her head as the dizziness took her and she collapsed onto the floor, weak and stunned.

"Kari! Answer me, dear. Please, snap out of it!"

After a moment or two, Kari opened her eyes to find Mrs. Beaver leaning over her, Peter on the other side.

"Are you alright?"

Kari nodded as she sat up. "Yes, thank you, I am."

Mrs. Beaver held her waist as Peter grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She tripped on a root sticking out of the floor and fell against Peter's chest, his arms wrapping around her to keep her from falling again. She looked up at him, blushing.

"I'm sorry... I guess I'm still pretty weak..."

Peter smiled, causing Kari to blush even more and look away. Susan cleared her throat.

"Peter, we have to look for Edmund."

He looked at his sister and nodded. "Right. Let's go!" He looked back at Kari. "You stay here, alright?"

Kari nodded, watching as he let go of her and ran out after Susan and Lucy. "Be careful, future Kings and Queens of Narnia."