The Narnia's Elf Princess

Chapter five

"Gwen, can I have a word with you?" Peter spoke to me in the halls after breakfast. I was just on my way to get my sketch book and utensil, before going outside. It's such a lovely day today.

"Of course Peter." I replied.

Peter looked nervous, rubbing the back on his head. Then snapped into focused. "I want to thank you for what you've done for Lucy . . . you know believing in Narnia."

"Thanks," I think, where was this leading too, not liking his expression?

"However it needs to stop." Peter said his attention to the ground. "It isn't healthy for her. She's at age to start thinking logic. Narnia isn't real, it's all imagination."

Red, all was red in view. Deciding its best not to cause a scene, by storming off, not a damn where I was going. Just away from him. How dare him to use me as a tool. Such caring brother Bah! Caring brother. Lucy needs his support. If Narnia is endanger what Lucy has told me, I'm in.

A hand stops me, force to turn to face Peter.

"What's your problem?" Peter asked.

"My problem is you" shoving him off me.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me Mr. Pevensie, You, thinking all logic your only fifth teen enjoy being a kid while it last. While Lucy stills a child, young pure of innocent, don't take that away from her. Its barbaric, even . . . even I believe in Narnia"

Peter stood Flabbergasted, the laughed "Absolutely hilarious, Gwen quite funny."

"It's true, Narnia is real!" I bellowed.

"Cut it out Gwen, this is starting to get ridicules." Peter scolded.

Growling, I turned on my heals walking off. Until a strange pull tug me towards the spare room.

"Tis time Tarren"

Narnia calls.

. . . . .

I've changed into something more travelable for the journey that lies ahead. I change into a pair of trousers then a skirt. My daggers holster on. I left goodbye letters to my friends and father. A promise to see him in the other life.

"So we meet again." Standing in front of the carved apple wood wardrobe in the spare room. Awing at how Devine it was, elusive to describe, for many stories are carved into it. Including a strange pull, like it was calling to me.

Touching the wardrobe getting a full excited sensation feeling adrenaline rush through my veins, heavy breathing.

'It is time to return Princess' Echo Aslan voice. Never to return I wish I could give a proper departure toward the Pevensies. Lucy would understand, including the music box I left on her nightstand.

'And Peter?'The voice replied

"He just infatuated me, a small crush nothing more." I thought aloud about to open the door when a loud crashed startle me. What in the world! Ready to in investigate, however the wardrobe opens, releasing a cold breeze.

Sighing, not my problem anymore. Climbing into the shutting door while pushing and shoving through fur coats. Then trip over some boots until I felt wet bark. Looking down to see a small pine branch, a pine cone on it. Smiling giddy continued to walk more until greeted by winter wonderland.

I looked incredulously around my surrounding, turning around to see the fur coats. Stepping aside to see more of a dense forest.

Impossible!

Bending Down scooping up a handful of snow, cold soft fluff of ice snow. Shivering some. hugging myself rubbing my arms, cold, it's surely is cold. Then I thought of the coats. Staring at the white fur trench coat. Shuddering again some more, decided to put it on. It's not like I'm taking it out of the wardrobe or anything? I chuckle at that thought fastening the Zipper and button, lifting the hood up, Time to explore.

I walked past a few trees until finding the lamppost. Lamppost? About, Could it be the one father told the one Jadis broke off from London many years ago. Spotting the manufacturer insignia. Yep that's the one.

"From the Lamppost to Car Paravell in throne" I whisper, grazing the cold iron, engross in thought.

Flash Back.

"Now Gwengwyvar, if lost know that the lamppost is west, and Cair Paravell is east." The man from my dream dreams said as he petted the post. "Land Marks are excellent clues to explore Narnia."

. . .

So I went west. Walking onto of powdery snow easily in pace not seeping in. Odd it must be an elf thing? Silence fell over the woods as I see snow cover forest. It was defiantly gloomy sensing the tree's atmosphere being quiet or scared. Some cover in ices, others snow glittering their branches upon this hour. I walked about an hour till hearing a twig snapped.

Drawing my daggers instances took in armed and ready to attack my opponent all attack and defenses.

Silence.

Plan Silence.

"Now where did that Berry bush go?" Said a female voice

Cauestly walking toward the shrub, looking over to see . . . A Beaver, what is a doing in these's part of the woods? A river must be nearby. Sighing I putted my dagger away in its sheath.

"Hey there Little Fella,"

"OH Aslan!" It screamed, falling backwards "Don't Hurt Me!"

"You can talk!" Tripping over a root, hitting snow with a thump, hood fell down.

"Oh my, are you alright sweaty?" opening my eyes to see the beaver hover over my head. "That was one nasty fall. How many fingers am I holding?"

"I must have hit my head hard." Rising up to rub my head to sooth it. "I'm sure you just talked"

"I did Talked, "She spooked crossing her arms "Though I would understand an Elf hasn't been scene for over a hundred years."

I groaned, this can't be happening I'm talking to a castro. Sighing "Forgive me Ms, Beaver and pardon my manor, my name is Gwen."

Offering my left hand, she gasped when she saw my ring, grabbing it thoroughly examining it. "Are you Gwengwyvar?"

I shrugged "I don't know, my memories were erased long ago, but Aslan told me I was an Elf princess who must returned."

Mrs. Beaver squealed, clapping her paws, applauding. "Oh, I never thought you never returned." She paused then grabbed my hand, "Come now, it's not safe here."

Understanding what she means, not liking this atmosphere realizing the trees were leaning closer.

An hour later we reached a frozen pond, where a beaver dam cover in snow rested on. Once down the hill towards the shore to see the sun started to set as the cold wind moan breathing crisp flakes upon my rosy cheeks.

"Come now, let's get you warmed up." Mrs. Beaver said as we enter. bending down into a warm furnished burrow. Just like a cabin inside.

"What a lovely home." I stated, removing my fur coat.

"Why thank you Gwen." She replied setting a kettle over the open fire. "Have a seat. Tea?"

"Yes please." As I took a seat, however crouched a bit guessing I'm a bit big for this room. I must look silly. Mrs. Beaver sat next to me offering nuts and berries, accepting them in manor.

"So where have you been all this time?"

" Chuckled and answer her question. "I didn't know much about my past life that I explain just a few days ago Aslan discuss I was from Narnia. I've been living in the land of human, and pasted through the wardrobe in the spare room where of my Adopted Father Professor Digory Kirkes the first son of Adam took me in to restart my life after Jadis Spell. And For Memories there was a problem. The white witch spell expels my memories. Only Aslant, told me who I was and flash backs of battles"

I sighed the kettle whistle to signal the water was ready Helping out serving tea. Mrs., Beaver was pleased.

"I'm sorry for your lost dear." As she handed me the tea.

"Hannon le" (Thank you)

"See you still have your native tongue"

We chuckle drinking our herbal tea. During our conversation I learned what happen after the battle of Monomenta (cross gates), JAdis winter reign for over a hundred years. Always winter never Christmas. It hurt hearing what my comrades been through. But learning that there are no more elves in Narnia, no one knows why but some believe they returned to their own country after the battle. IN other word I was the last elf in Narnia. y heart skipped a beat, last Narnia elf. How am I going to survive?

A paw was placed over my hand, I stared at Mrs. Beaver who held a reassuring smile, "It's alright Gwen, and we'll help you, I and Narnia. Later we shall go to Aslan and help with the kings and queens Army."

An Army! Shock, of course. Narnia must have an army but "Who are the Kings and Queens?"

"Why the two sons of Adam and the Two daughters of Eve" She answer "The ones from your Prophecy."

"Prophecy?"

"Yes Before you vanished you created a prophecy that brought hope to all of us over the years."

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight

"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done" I whisper dazing at the window. Till spotted four figures approached. Standing up grasping my daggers. "Somebody outside."

"Oh it must be Mr. Beaver?" Mrs. Beaver announced as she sound livid muttering threats on her husband. Sighing I sat back down and waited for company.

Never have I inspected to see familure faces.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"