I was a tad disappointed with the very few reviews I got on the last chapter, but hey, at least I got reviews.
But have you ever wanted to get the reviews those really good stories get. Like around 100 or 200? That's the kind I want when I finish the story, because when you have a lot of reviews, it means your story is good. Do you think that you can help me with that?
If you can make that happen, you will be the best Fanfictioners EVERRRR!
Well, enough of my rambling. ONTO THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I don't own Chronicles of Narnia, just my OC's. Everything else belongs to C.S. Lewis
THE LOST QUEEN
CHAPTER FOUR
It had finally stopped raining and the sun was shining down on the Pevensie children and Melissa as they were outside, playing a game of cricket. Well, except Lucy and Melissa. Lucy didn't play because she was still upset with her family for not believing in her, but she was mostly upset with Edmund.
And Melissa didn't play because she had never really gotten into the sport as others had. She and Lucy were sitting under a large oak tree, Lucy reading a book from the Professor's library and Melissa, pulling up the sharp blades of grass and peeling them apart.
"Peter winds up, poised to take, gets another wicket," Peter commentated as he jumped and threw the harden ball at Edmund who was busy glancing off at a window at the side of the manor. The cricket ball slammed into his leg causing a loud yell of pain to come from the eleven year old.
"Whoops!" Peter chuckled as Susan picked up the ball and tossed it to him. "Wake up 'Dolly Daydream'."
Edmund looked over at Peter for the first time since they were outside, "Why can't be play hide-and-seek again?" Melissa saw Lucy shift with discomfort as she quickly glared back down at the book.
"I thought you said it was a kids' game," Peter reminded him as he tossed the ball back-and-forth between his hands. He walked back up to a stance.
"Besides," Susan added with a large smile. "We could all use the fresh air."
"It's not like there isn't air inside," mumbled Edmund as he positioned the bat. Susan seemed hurt and looked down, finding her shoes very interesting at the moment.
"Are you ready?" Peter called, picking stray strands of grass of the dark red ball, looking very bored as he waited for the game to start again.
Edmund looked offended and his face hardened as he pounded the tip of the bat into the ground a few time, shouting back: "Are you?" Peter rolled his eyes, jumped and threw the ball. This time Edmund hit it with so much force that it sailed off toward the manor, smashing a large stain-glass window on one of the upper floors.
Lucy looked at her siblings in shocked-amusement and then quickly looked to Melissa as she hastily stood up and raced back to the house, the Pevensie's following shortly behind.
They arrived at the floor of the broken window and what lay in front of them was not a pleasant sight. One of the Professor's old armor statues was hit by the ball and had crashed onto the floor, breaking the silver statue and many other objects around it.
"Well done Ed," Peter chided as he looked down at Edmund who suddenly looked up.
"You bowled it!"
Mrs. Macready's voice sounded from somewhere downstairs. "What on earth is going on up there?"
"The Macready!" Susan and Melissa shouted simultaneously as they looked back at the hallway they had come from.
"Come on!" Peter shouted, pointing to one door and started to usher everyone out, coming out last behind Melissa. They started to down one hallway until the heard heavy footsteps in front of them.
"Back, back, back!" Edmund shouted a he pushed everyone out and started running back the way they had came. Susan was in front leading them upstairs to the doors that lead to the bedroom, but stopped when they heard the pounding footsteps again.
Susan turned and gave everyone confused looks, wondering how Mrs. Macready could catch up to them so fast. Peter pulled on Lucy's sleeve leading them downstairs and back up arriving in a two door hallway. He tried the first door, but it was locked.
Edmund ran to the second and opened the latch, letting everyone in. It was the room with the wardrobe. He quickly ran to opening, holding it out for them. "Come on!" he pleaded.
"You've got to be joking," Susan said, glaring slightly at Edmund, but upon hearing the heavy footsteps, hurried into the wardrobe behind Edmund. Peter pushed Lucy and Melissa who followed without question and slipped inside.
Peter stood waiting at the door, seeing the shadow of feet at the door. "Get back." he whispered loud enough for them all to hear as walking deeper and deeper into the wardrobe.
"Stop pushing me!"
"You stop shoving!"
"Peter! Quit standing on my toe!"
"Sorry!"
The shouts continued until they felt no back to the wardrobe and Peter fell back into...snow? Susan was sitting next to him, but quickly stood when she saw what was behind them. It was a whole different world. Snow was everywhere, from the ground below their feet to the icicles hanging off the trees.
"Impossible," Susan breathed as she saw the winter wonderland that lay in front of her.
"Don't worry," Lucy said coming out from behind them. "I'm sure it's just your imagination." A sly smile slide across her face as she looked at her siblings and Melissa's shocked faces.
Peter stuttered, "I don't suppose saying 'we're sorry' will quite cover it?"
Lucy shook her head, looking down at her snow covered shoes. "No, it wouldn't." Peter looked down slightly as she quickly pulled out something from behind her back and threw it at Peter. "But that might!" she shouted, picking up more snow.
Laughter filled the air as Melissa turned around to make a snowball. She heard a small grunt as quickly turned to see Lucy being hit in the face with a snowball. She threw what she had in her hand toward Susan and it landed on her chest, letting out a small yelp.
Their fun was cut short by the loud 'Ow' given off from Edmund who turned to them, holding his shoulder where a snowball had hit him. "Stop it!"
"You little liar!" Peter shouted, walking up to Edmund, who, terrified as he was, stood his ground.
"You didn't believe her either!"
"Apologize to Lucy," Edmund just stared at her. Peter took a threatening step towards Edmund, "Say you're sorry!"
"Alright!" Edmund looked to Lucy, "I'm sorry!"
"That's alright," Lucy said smugly, "Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending!"
"Very funny," Edmund mumbles.
Susan glanced around, rubbing her arms to warm her up a bit. "Maybe we should go back."
"Shouldn't we at least look around?" Edmund insisted. Melissa gave him a suspicious glance, wondering what he was doing, but shook it off. Peter gave Edmund a small glare and turned to Lucy with a smile.
"I think, Lucy should decide," Lucy's face lit up like a Christmas tree and a large, toothy grin came upon her features.
"I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!" She said happily.
Peter laughed, "Then Mr. Tumnus it is!" he headed back for the wardrobe.
"But we can't go hiking in the snow dressed like this!" Susan protested.
Peter came out with a bunch of fur coats and began to hand them out, "No…but I'm sure the Professor won't mind us barrowing these. Besides, if you think about it logically we won't even be taking them out of the wardrobe."
When Edmund received his coat he was less that pleased, "But that's a girl's coat!"
Peter looked at him as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I know."
This got a giggle out of the girls and a huff from Edmund.
Lucy led them all to Mr. Tumnus house, going on and on about what they would do when she looked up and saw the door knocked down.
Peter asked when he saw his sister suddenly stop, "Lu?"
"Lucy. Are you okay?" Melissa asked going up to stand by her, putting a hand on her small shoulder. Without warning, Lucy sprinted quickly to the door, Peter following behind her. As everyone reached the house, they see that everything is destroyed.
"Who would do something like this?" Lucy whispered sadly as Edmund heard something crack underneath his shoe. He looked down to see a portrait of a faun with a claw mark slashed through it.
Melissa glanced around the small room and saw a thick piece of parchment paper nailed to the far off wall. She could see the long delicate writing from where she stood. Warrant of Arrest By Order of Her Majesty. She nudged Peter shoulder and nodded in the direction of the parchment.
He walked over and pulled the parchment off the wall and started to read as Susan and Melissa stood next to him. "'The faun, Tumnus, is herby charged with high treason against her imperial majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, for comforting her enemies and fraternizing with humans. Signed: Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long Live the Queen,'" he finished quietly.
Susan took the paper, "Alright, now we really should go back."
"But what about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy whimpered.
"If he was arrested just for being with a human, I don't think that there's much that we can do," Susan replied.
"You don't understand, do you?" Lucy asked somewhat angrily, "I'm the human! She must've found out he helped me," Edmund looked away when she said this.
"Maybe we should call the police," Peter offered.
"These are the police," Melissa gestured to the paper.
"Don't worry, Lu. We'll think of something," Peter tried to reassure.
"Why…I mean he's a criminal," Edmund said a bit harshly. No one was able to respond because just outside the door they heard a faint 'Psst.'
Susan looked out to see a robin in a tree that seemed to be looking at them "Did that bird just 'psst' us?"
They went out to investigate, but the bird only flew away. As they walked further out a large rustle from the bushes ahead made them stop. The rustling grew louder and Susan and Lucy clung desperately to each other behind Peter.
Melissa was to the side of Peter and quickly grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat as the rustling grew. Her hand unconsciously slipped down to his when the rustling grew louder. She sucked in a quick breathe and waited for whatever was in the bushes to come out.
And it did come out of the bushes. The beaver that is.
Lucy broke away from Susan and stared down at it. "I-I-It's a beaver."
Peter walked from Melissa's grip and started to walk toward the beaver with his hand held out and his tongue clicking slightly. "Come on. Here boy." The beaver just looked at it.
"Well I ain't gonna smell it if that's whatcha want." It spoke, rather offended.
Everyone's face, except Lucy who was smiling, held a look of surprise. Peter looked back at everyone; a little helplessly before he responded to the beaver, "Oh…sorry," he apologized sheepishly.
Lucy laughed a little before the Beaver spoke again, "Lucy Pevensie?"
She dropped her smile and replied slowly, "Yes?" The beaver handed her a handkerchief, "Hey that's the hankie I gave to Mr.—
"Tumnus," Beaver finished for her, "He got it to me just before they took 'im."
"Is he alright?" Lucy asked worriedly.
"Further in," Beaver whispered and he turned and started to leave. Peter and Lucy started to follow when Melissa pulled them back.
"What are you doing?" she whispered harshly, gripping Peter's arm tightly.
"She's right," Edmund chimed in, "How do we know we can trust him?"
"He said he knows the faun," Peter said simply.
"He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!" Susan argued, exasperated.
"Everythin' alright?" Beaver popped his head back up from over a small hill.
"Yes," Peter insisted quickly, "we were just…talking."
Beaver glanced around, "That's better left for safer corners."
"He means the trees," Lucy said in a hushed voice. With that, they all began to follow Beaver to his small little dam.
I am soooo sorry about the long wait. My computer has been down for the past few days and I can't update from my phone because on Fanfiction mobile device, you can't write on it. So I really hope you this chapter...and what else am I forgetting?
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