Just to let you knpw; all of this of course belongs to the Genius Himself, Lewis and the movie company people. Thanks!

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It is said that whomever steps forth into the woods of Narnia, will always come back with exciting, heart pounding memories.

These Narnian trees stood tall and proud, watching with love as their little ones – leaves the shades of gold, red, yellow, orange – beautiful little ones, jostled and squirmed in the late summer breeze, waiting to break free.

And when they did, they soared.

The winds would pick them up delicately, sending them flying into the deep, blue Northern Sky. These leaves danced and swirled, forming little spectacles bursting with wonderment and joy that toured through the forest. They danced and danced, the music of the wind creating their steps, teaching them their moves, breathing in their life, until they'd drop. Drop down, drop down, down, down. Until they would hit the ground.

Then there they would lay, lifeless. Nothing for them here, nothing for them now. Not now, but soon. Soon a thick, white blanket of snow would cover them, embrace them in its depths. Hiding them from the rest of the world, these beautiful little leaves would lay, they'd lay and lay and lay. Until the sun would come out to lift the blanket from their earthen bed.

And then they were needed again.

But now, it was only autumn and the leaves were still doing their enthralling dance. They danced through the woods, deep as the wind could take them and suddenly, these beautiful leaves were entwined with a group of travellers.

The group wasn't very large. There was a Tiger, two Foxes, two yapping Hounds, two stony-faced Centaurs, a frenzied looking Faun and two horses.

And sitting on the horses, were two humans.

A young squirrel had come charging out of its tree to collect some nuts for his family's stash. He'd stopped to gaze wondrously at the waltzing leaves (it was his first shedding season – what his family called the falling leaves, after all) that he barely noticed the approaching group until he heard a twinkling laugh.

"Edmund! Edmund! Look, I get it now! They're dancing!"

His head jolted up. He looked towards the sound of the voice and squeaked. There on one of the horses sat small girl – a human! A human! His mind shouted – who seemed to have a carefree face. Her soft hair only touched her shoulders as she laughed and pointed, young intelligent eyes sparkling with excitement.

The man who she had been talking to sat on the horse beside her – another human? Why yes! He wasn't much older than her, but had a warrior look about him. His dark eyes and his human ears seemed to be on alert. He looked down at the girl and smiled a neutral, non-judgmental smile.

"You're right, Lu. It looks like they are."

"What do you think they're dancing for?" she asked, lips pouting.

The squirrel stopped staring. His mama always told him it was impolite. He didn't know these people; maybe he should go get his mama?

Decision made, the little squirrel bounded back into his home.

"Mama! Mama! Twitterwig! Moonstick! Come here! Come quick!"

"What is it? Did you find a big bunch of nuts? We need some more, you know. Twittertwig and I can't always go on to steal Pittertid's stash, you know? I think he's starting to get sus-su-s-"

"Suspicious, honey." Mrs. Squirrel corrected her second youngest son, Moonstick. "What is it, Nelson?"

"Come here! Look outside. There's people! There are these big scary lookin' cats, I think they smelled me, you know and want to eat me in my sleep. And these big, smart looking Centaurs. And a Faun. And some doggies. And Mama, oh Mama, guess what? There are humans!"

"Oh, no my dear boy!" His mother scoffed. "The only humans in Narnia are those Kings and Queens. And they've never been down here."

"But mama, look!" The squirrel – Nelson – rushed out and pointed at the party marching past. "See? Now do you, mama?"

"Those are humans, mama." Moonstick breathed. "And look! They're eating our nuts!"

Moonstick had watched in horror as the boy in the front called for a halt. The little girl hopped off her horse and plopped to the ground, grabbing nuts from the three boys' secret (that they hid from their mother, anyways) loot of the best nuts they could find.

The three boy-squirrels gaped, tails flailing they rushed outside.

"Hey, you!" Twittertwig boomed quietly, in his squeaky voice. "Those are ours!"

The girl turned her smiling head to the trio of fuming squirrels. It faltered slightly, and she dropped some of the nuts.

A hound that had been lounging protectively beside her growled, baring his teeth. The other Animals in the party growled and neighed their agreement. A light chuckle and a dark look was shot their way from the looming Centaurs and the frenzied Faun gave them a sharp look.

From where she stayed watching in the shadows, mama squirrel took in a sharp breath. Oh, no! It is them.

A soft laugh escaped the lips of her human companion. He step forward, placing a hand on the human girl's shoulder. She looked up at him questioningly.

"I'll handle this." He murmured to her. Giving his guards a pointed look, the man stepped forwards.

Yes, I know. It seems I have an obsession with squirrels. I don't, don't worry. New story that I pinky promise (virtually, of course) that I'll work on. No romance! And It'll makes sense during the next chapter, this was just an introduction to where they were. I might keep Nelson and his famjam, but I may not.