Sorry this chapter is so short, it is more of a filler to show off more of Saoirse [pronounced seer-say to anyone curious (: ] and her thoughts of the wait for the Pevensies. Besides I wanted a bit of Aslan in there before the action begins.

Seeing as this is from a Narnian's point of view, she doesn't go through what the Pevensie's go through to reach the camp so the action should start next chapter.

Enjoy =D (this is where I normally add a disclaimer but everyone knows that Disney and C.S. Lewis own the series. I only own the plot!)

The Great Lion's Reassurance

"Oreius!" The centaur ceased his conversation with one of the dwarves, his head turned toward my leafy apparition. Seeing the red dwarf's clear discomfort at a talking group of leaves, I quickly walked out of the flora in my "human" appearance. "I have news."

Our general turned back to the dwarf, "Saoirse is one of the few dyrads we've managed to awaken. They make for valuable informants." The little man said nothing as he continued to watch me warily. He then briefly nodded to Oreius and gave us our privacy.

"I don't believe he likes me very much."

"They aren't used to dryads, after all they just arrived. Now what news do you bring?"

My face lost its hurt as I became serious once more, "It's the queen's secret police. They're on the move again, a pack of Maugrim's finest." The centaur didn't look too pleased as one large hoof slammed the earth. Anything the secret police were involved in meant huge trouble for us, we had spent the past few months keeping our army's existence out of the Witch's knowledge; small rebellious raids and attacks on her followers were the most we could manage without drawing more attention.

I could tell the general wanted to go after them, take down the wolves once and for all, but Aslan had reasoned with him; the great lion had made the consequences of their death all too clear. The exposure would ruin everything we had managed to build up. "Is it clear where they are heading?"

I shook my head guiltily, reddish-brown curls fell over my shoulders. "I spotted them in the woods past the frozen river, but Maugrim caught my scent and started to tail me. I had to leave."

There was understanding in his brown eyes; I had been scolded more than once by him and others about throwing myself in front of the enemy just for information. The way I saw it, I wasn't the greatest with weapons so being a spy for Aslan's army was just as important. I was determined to do my part to the fullest.

"I guess we shall know soon enough what they are after."

"How long will we keep waiting? This game has lasted long enough, many of us are ready to start doing something about the Witch." It was frustrating, hearing daily of more Narnians who suffered at the White Witch's hand. "A hundred years was too long to neglect this problem, perhaps the kings and queens won't even reach the camp till we start acting. Say they never arrive? What if Aslan was wrong? Narnia shouldn't be destroyed while chasing after a prophecy."

My heart clenched at these negative thoughts... I had dreamed of the prophecy being brought to fruit for all my life. Doubting them was like doubting myself, my land, Aslan even; I was just so sick of doing nothing.

"Patience Saoirse, things are happening as they were meant to. There is not much longer to wait." My skin prickled and my pale skin flushed. Oreius had not been the one to answer my ranting, in fact he was hunched over...bowing.

Turning, I found myself face-to-face with the mighty lion. I had met him before, when I first joined the camp a few months ago, and seen him walking through camp to observe his people, but it had been awhile since I had spoken with him. I didn't remember him being so intimidating yet so amazing all at once. Flidaia stirred once more, feeling his power and magnificence from miles away, her newly grown leaves danced in the wind at the thought of him.

My green eyes dropped to the newly uncovered grass below, "Forgive me, I-... Several of us are weary of the pain all of Narnia has been through. Most of my friends are dead and many of my sisters still will not wake, I simply wish what everyone else does."

I saw the hunches of the lion shift and, for a brief moment, feared he would charge me. Several stories I had been told about Aslan had ended with "...-but remember, he is by no means a tame lion." My eyes, still downcast, finally saw him sit; a weight on my shoulder brought my eyes back up, staring into a face that held more kindness than could ever be imagined. His paw wasn't as heavy upon my shoulder as I would have believed, instead it seemed to ease the burden from them and replace it with reassurance.

"All things must happen in time, but Narnia's oppression is reaching its end. She will soon see the days that you long for and so remember." How could I ever have feared his soothing voice? Ever doubt his wise judgment?

A small smile crossed my features as his words touched the very place in my heart that suffered. "I was wrong to try and rush things, to lose faith in all we've been fighting for. My only wish is that I could help more."

"Child, you have a larger role than you think. Wait a few more days, you might see what you've been looking for." Wait? I had been waiting for several months... but what was a few more days compared to that? "Also, keep an eye on your friend Cadril. He has more of a heart for mischief than half the foxes I've know."

This gave birth to a laughter that I could not contain, "He's been that way since birth, sire; he hasn't changed much from those days."

A smile formed on those feline features; the whole world seemed to brighten. He returned his paw to the ground and ruffled his mane with a slight shake, "His energy is infectious. He's so contagious that he had the satyrs rilled up, it does them good though, they are briefly able to forget their struggles. I just don't want his excitement to get out of hand."

It had been long since I had held onto a smile like this, "To think I was free of babysitting him. I'm not new to the task, so you may count on me to act like his ma when needed."

Even the cat's slight chuckle made the air warmer and the ground rumble. "Good to know."

Perhaps I could manage a few more days. After that, I wasn't sure if even Aslan's words could convince me of the validity of the prophecy. For now, things carried a more optimistic air.

Since this is set in the movie universe I would like to point out a few things. This is a fanfic so some things aren't going to be the same, that's why it's a fanfiction; the author gets to play around with the world. Next, I say several months since Lucy first stepped into Narnia because, as most are aware of, time passes differently in Narnia. Then the Pevensie's ages aren't going to be book-correct, there is just no way that Peter is 13 in the movie.

Anyway, if anyone has any questions at all about what I changed or if something doesn't add up just ask me and I shall answer you.

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Until the adventure continues!