The Guardian heard the soft gasp of the youngest daughter of Eve as she saw what was left of the kind faun's home. The little girl ran forwards and The Guardian heard a shout from one of the older boys as he ran after her.
"Lucy!"
Better start learning names now, The Guardian thought bitterly. But what's the point? They'll be dead soon enough...
She stopped momentarily, deciding whether or not now was the best time to reveal herself to the humans. She heard a muttered argument from inside and decided that they would be safe for now, as long as she kept guard from a distance, but there was no need for them to find out what she was doing.
She heard movement from outside and she was immediately alert, with her bow drawn and pointed in the direction that she heard the sound, but she spotted the brown fur and relaxed. it was just Mr. Beaver, he would not hurt them.
"Psst." Mr. Beaver whispered to the children, he had not seen her yet, and the voices from inside went quiet.
One by one the children emerged from the ruins of Mr. Tumnus' house and looked around until Mr. Beaver revealed himself.
"I-it's a beaver..." The youngest child, Lucy, said.
The Guardian had to suppress a chuckle when the older boy held out his hand towards Mr. Beaver and began to make clicking sounds, as if he expected him to sniff his hand, and she watched bemusedly as the children eyes widened when Mr. Beaver finally spoke.
She heard more sounds in the forest and turned with her bow drawn, they needed to get somewhere safer, they could not stay here, the trees could not be trusted. When she turned back the children were talking among themselves and Mr. Beaver was going on ahead. The children had seemed to come to an agreement and had begun following Mr. Beaver when he called out to her,
"You may as well come out, Guardian." And she chuckled under her breath.
She had been friends with the Beavers for long enough, and they now seemed to know when she was sneaking around. The Guardian blew her long, white hair out of her face and hoisted her bow on her shoulder as she came out from her cover behind some trees.
The children gasped and hid behind the older boy again but The Guardian held up her hands in mock surrender, trying to show that she meant no harm. She sped up until her pace matched theirs, and she walked next to the children as she saw them giving her suspicious looks.
"Well I know your name, Lucy, but I have yet to learn the rest of your family's."
"How do you know my name?" Lucy asked.
"Well, silly, I have been looking after you since you first entered Narnia." She replied.
"Wait. You've been watching my sister this whole time?" The older boy asked and he pushed Lucy further away from the strange girl, firmly planting himself between them.
"I prefer the term 'looking after' if you don't mind. You're making me sound like a creep. And of course, it is my job after all..."
"What? It's your job to spy on little kids?" Another younger boy asked with a smirk.
The Guardian huffed and sped up her pace again, drawing nearer to Mr. Beaver.
Screw being a Guardian, first sign of trouble and I'll just let them die. Or if they make another comment like that, I'll kill them myself.
The Guardian was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of an argument behind her, and she turned to see Lucy scolding the younger boy. She gave a small smile when the little girl sped up, almost running on her small legs to catch up with her, and Lucy smiled back.
Well... Maybe I won't kill all of them.