Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with Narnia, only Makayla and anyone of her world. This applies to all of my chapters!
000000000000oooooooooooooo0000000000000000
It had been a week since my arrival in Narnia, a whole week. There's been no news of Tumnus being captured, and so I kept my terrible dream to myself. He even visited on occasion, but never stayed very long. I was really beginning to like the faun again, especially when he brought my chocolate cake back.
We'd all eaten it within the hour.
Mrs. Beaver had sewn up many clothes for me while Mr. Beaver gave me proper boots for the snow, they fed me each day, and to keep me from dying of boredom they told me stories of Narnia. Soon I found myself entranced by tales of brave and loyal centaurs, dwarves, nymphs, talking animals, and of Aslan himself. To my surprise I learnt that the style of clothing was why my world considered to be somewhat medieval, and Narnia had no modern technology whatsoever.
I was going to die without modern day things.
Minutes passed by without any affect on me. I spent my days staring in content out into the snowy world outside the safety of the dam. The trees' branches swayed from the harsh winds, water remained frozen, and sadly I didn't see any Narnians around. Everything outside the window just seemed to cold and distant.
The beavers had insisted that Narnia was truly a remarkable land with unmatchable beauty- but yet I couldn't seem to see past the feet of snow. Was this world really as pretty as they made it sound? With green fields, nymphs from the trees, dancing, singing, rejoicing, flowers everywhere, and a cool breeze? How wonderful that would have been, I've never really had the chance to see such pure and free land before. My city was quite modern and the closest thing to real nature was the local park, but that too was tainted by pollution and such.
There I go again, thinking about home. I really must stop doing that, it just leads to more pain.
In attempt to distract myself, I thought of Lucy again. I still couldn't believe how easily she had accepted being in another world or how quickly she took a liking to a faun. They weren't supposed to exist! I suppose though, after thinking about it, that children just seem to accept things without a second though.
I felt so bad for her though, it must be terrible to live in London during World War II. And to think that her dad's out fighting in the war. My cousin was in Iraq, I could understand her pain, but losing a father would be worse than losing a cousin. At least they didn't have the modern weapons like my time did, I would never tell her that though, it was scary for even me to think about.
For someone her age, I was astounded though at the amount of faith she had. Lucy was a brave person, that was obvious. Hope, it's such a marvelous thing, and it's what's keeping me sane right now. Hope that I would survive this crazy world and return home.
"I am so selfish." I muttered to myself, almost angry. How pathetic- my only reason for helping Narnia was to get home. What kind of sick person am I? The Beavers have cared for me, and I repay them with just the selfish notion of returning home?
Alright, that's it.
I'm going to help Narnia, not because it's my ticket home, but because I want to.
A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my epiphany. I turned to face a smiling Mrs. Beaver. "Good morning!"
"Morning!" I replied happy to see that at least she too was a morning person.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Hmm. You know, I'm not that hungry right now actually. I think I'll wait until lunch thanks." I murmured. It was true, I had no true appetite at the moment. When I thought about the nightmare, my appetite died. I had this uneasy feeling when I woke up this morning, and I couldn't shake it off either. Each and every night without fail, I had the same foreboding nightmare. And as the week went on, the dream became more and more stronger and real. This scared me.
Mrs. Beaver eyed my with worry, there's no doubt she'd make a great mother. "Tsk tsk. We can't have that, you must eat!"
"Really Mrs. Beaver, I'm fine. Say, where's Mr. Beaver?"
"Gone to visit Mr. Tumnus today." Her voice grew very excited and this caught my attention. "There are rumors Kay… They say that Aslan is on the move. He is gathering an army at the Stone Table, and so everyone is saying that the time has come! And your arrival only further proves this!"
"Time for what?" I inquired, but I had a hunch on what she meant.
"That the two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will return!"
This was wonderful news, Lucy would be back! I'd been missing human company, but at the same time I was scared for Lucy. This whole prophecy business sounded dangerous.
"It's finally beginning!" I grinned, I was also beginning to get tired of sitting all day doing nothing.
Nevertheless, our celebrating was cut short when a sudden knocking came from the door. Knowing well what I had to do in case of situations as this, I quickly darted towards my room and hid until it was motioned that it was safe. As far as I know, Mr. Beaver's best friend Badger is the only one to know of my being here. In fact, I believe that it was he whom reported to Aslan's scouts that I was here and ready for calling.
Pressing my ear to the door I listened and waited. Then I heard voices, and instantly recognized one to be Badger's himself! But I couldn't leave the room, nobody had come to get me.
The careless slam of the front door alarmed me. I heard Mrs. Beaver making strange, anxious noises. Against my better judgment, I left my room and returned to the main room. There she was, walking around in circles with a frightened expression.
"What's happened?! What's going on?!" I didn't have a clue how to calm her down.
"The wolves, the secret police, they're on their way to arrest Tumnus!" Her eyes were filled with terror, "Don't you see Kay? The White Witch has found out about you humans!"
The color drained out of my own face and I fell onto a chair numb. The White Witch knew that I was here? Did she know where I was hiding? "Oh God.." I whispered burying my head into my hands. "You're in danger Mrs. Beaver, and its all because of me!"
Her fretting stopped for a moment and she hurried to my side. "Don't say such things! It has been my honor of taking care of the Guardian, we've waited a hundred years for your arrival and we're not about to let you be harmed. Now let's just hope that Beaver warns Tumnus in time." A half smile formed on her face. "What do you say about breakfast now?"
Oh my god, the nightmare! It hadn't been a dream at all! It had been a warning… And I was too stupid to realize it. Oh my god, this was all my fault. I left Mrs. Beaver to make breakfast, and I went to my room and sat on my bed. I hugged my pillow, crying silently at my idiocy.
When I'd calmed down, I had breakfast with Mrs. Beaver. We were both silent, which was unusual, but there wasn't any need for pointless chatter. We were waiting for news. Together, we sat unmoved at the table, though we'd finished our food long ago.
Suddenly, Mrs. Beaver snapped to attention. Looking at the door, she almost seemed to be in a trance. And that' when I heard faint voices. More than one voice? Had Mr. Beaver brought anyone back with him? Surely not Tumnus for he would have sought out a much better hide out that the already occupied dam.
Mrs. Beaver raced to the door, and swung it open. A familiar voice said, "Oh, how lovely!"
Lucy came into view and she stepped into the dam, and her face lit up upon seeing me. "Makayla!! You're alright! I though that the White Witch had gotten you too!" She walked towards me with her arms out.
Standing up, I embraced her so relieved to see that she was unharmed. "No way. I've been safe and sound here with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver. How'd you get back in?" The entrance of strangers distracted me, and I eyed the three humans.
"Makayla Steen?" A tall boy guessed hesitantly. He appeared to be the oldest of the four, Lucy had spoken highly of her eldest brother. I can't remember his name though. His eyes were soft and his blonde hair seemed to compliment them, a handsome but friendly looking boy. He held his hand out to me, "Lu wouldn't stop talking about you."
I too put out my hand and we shook, "Oh, um, that's nice of her. I'm sorry, what's your name?"
"Peter Pevensie, and this is Susan and Edmund." He motioned towards the two that stood behind him.
Susan seemed to be around my age, and she was quite pretty. Her dark, neat hair and traditional clothing gave me the sense that she was a proper girl. Edmund, his age seemed to be around 14 or so and he too had dark hair. Susan smiled gingerly, but Edmund made no attempt to seem sociable.
Politely I also shook hands with Susan, but strangely Edmund merely nodded at me and made no move to shake hands. I shrugged and took notice that he was not a very lively one.
They were all wearing large fur coats, ones that looked old fashioned. I couldn't imagine anyone wearing a coat like that in my time. Their hair styles were simple and clean, and from what I could see their clothes were in the same fashion as Lucy's outfit had been. They really were from 1940... It was just crazy.
Feeling rather awkward, I tried to make conversation. "How'd you all get in?"
Susan gave a huff. "We were hiding in the wardrobe when we just fell in. It's not possible!"
I nodded, understanding her disbelief. "You've got that right, I could hardly believe it when I first arrived. But believe me, it's all real." My voice dropped. "The danger is real too… Do you know of the prophecy?"
"What prophecy?" Edmund spoke for the first time, but he sounded demanding.
"You might want to sit down, I nearly passed out." I suggested.
000000000000oooooooooooooo0000000000000000
"Us? But we're not heroes!" protested Peter. I was not surprised at his reaction, it was a lot to take in. After all, he and his siblings had just been informed of the prophecies- including mine. Accepting the role of being royalty and warriors is not something easy. That I know from personal experience.
"But we're from Finchley!" added a desperate Susan, confusing the Beavers.
Trying to help, I said, "I know what you're feeling, I was completely at loss when I found out. But trust me, once the shock wears off you're going to want to help Narnia. The people, well creatures, here are caring. I mean, Tumnus saved my and Lucy's lives!
Susan though disappointed me by standing up and saying, "Thank you for your hospitality but we really must be going."
Mr. Beaver gasped, "Going?! But Aslan's already figured out yer army! He's waiting for yer at the Stone Table!"
"Our army?!" Peter seemed to be taken aback.
"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war!" pleaded Susan.
Hearing his sister Peter nodded and looked around for his brother, "Ed?"
I looked around, and found that the boy was gone. Where the heck would he go?
"Is he crazy?!" I explained, when I saw the front door open. "He's gone out there!"
Mr. Beaver's voice was cold, "Has yer brother even been in Narnia before?"
000000000000oooooooooooooo0000000000000000
The brat, he's gone to turn us in.
We weren't taking any chances, we were leaving the dam.
"Do you think we'll need jam?" Susan's question made me laugh out loud. I was about to make a snide comment back, but then thought that it would seem mean.
Peter had no problem snapping at his sister, "Only if the witch has toast!" Right after he spoke, the sound of wolves howling and scratching at the walls of the dam made us freeze. They had finally arrived, and this was no time to be worrying about what to pack.
"Oh God, we'll have to take the tunnel!" I told everyone hurrying to the secret underground entrance. It was in my room, under my bed actually. Mrs. Beaver had shown me in case I would ever need to get away, problem is though that I have no idea where it leads. "C'mon!"
One by one we dropped into the darkness below, but we had a torch. I was the last to get in, and so hastily pulled the leg of the bed dragging it until it covered the hole once more. Satisfied, I ran to catch up.
Mr. Beaver led the way through the confusing turns and twists. I found myself walking besides Peter, who whispered, "Makayla, are you really from the future?"
"Yeah, well your future my present." I whispered and laughed at his stunned expression, "And please, it's just Kay."
We hurried on and it wasn't long until we heard the unmistakable sounds of others in the tunnels. The wolves had discovered our escape route, and were quickly following. "Hurry!" urged Mrs. Beaver to her husband. Under my breath, I let loose a string of swear words after I nearly tripped. Thankfully we reached the exit, and were free of the darkness. With Lucy's hand now in mine, we backed away from the exit while Peter and Mr. Beaver rolled a boulder over the opening.
"Do you need any hel- ACK!" My foot, along with Lucy's, tripped over something on the floor sending us both to the ground. I winced slightly as I felt my behind absorb the fall. Looking to my side, I gasped.
Mr. Badger along with an assortment of animals stood as statues, some of their poses indicated that they had been frightened. "Holy shi-" I started, feeling angry. "That foul Witch is going down!" Standing up I made that promise and meant it, she had already killed enough.
Meanwhile Mrs. Beaver was consoling her grief stricken husband, "He was my best mate." Was all he could say.
Suddenly a voice rung out, "This is what becomes of those who cross the White Witch."
Anger filled both myself and Mr. Beaver, it was he who stepped forward threatening. "You take one more step traitor-"
The source of speech was a fox who was now chuckling to himself. "Relax. I'm one of the good guys!"
"Well yer look an awfully lot like one of the bad ones."
Good point.
"An unfortunate family resemblance." The fox sighed seeming to hate the fact that he resembled those foul wolves. Speaking of which, their barks and howls were growing stronger meaning they would emerge from the tunnel soon. "But we can argue breeding later, we've got bigger problems."
Without any hesitation Peter said, "What did you have in mind?"
I nodded my head, "Whatever your plan is, it better happen in the next fifteen seconds or else we're toast. Then we'll be needing that jelly Susan left behind."