*Saphira lands*
Thanks Saphira! Same time next week?
'Fine by me.'
See you then!
*Saphira takes off*
So… next chapter's here. Great!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia or the Inheritance Cycle. Those rights belong to C.S. Lewis and Christopher Paolini respectively. If I did I'd be VERY rich. Have fun!
Chapter 3
Eragon was angry.
No, scratch that, he was furious.
Not at the fact that Edmund had managed to find his own way into Narnia, albeit because he had followed Lucy (he was actually quite pleased that he had done so), but at the fact that no-one else believed Lucy at all. When Lucy had burst out of the wardrobe during their game of hide & seek, accidentally forfeiting the game (he could still see the look on Susan's face when she realised she herself had forfeited, when he had appeared immediately after she had asked Peter "Does this mean I win?") none of her siblings had believed her when she had told them. Admittedly, when they had looked, they had been expecting to find something abnormal, so all they found was normal (Susan's exact words were "Lucy, the only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe."). During that entire exchange, Eragon's eyes had been permanently slitted, and he had had to utilise all his self-control to prevent any scales from appearing on his body. After the older siblings had left, Lucy had rounded on him, and demanded to know why he hadn't said anything at all, to which he had replied "I knew what they were going to find when you told them." and left it at that, leaving Lucy looking hurt and confused. It broke his heart to see her like that, and so made many attempts to cheer her up afterwards, but always diverted the conversation whenever she asked him how he had known they wouldn't find Narnia, or what he had been doing in Narnia whilst she had been with Mr Tumnus, the faun she had run off with.
In fact, Mr Tumnus wasn't helping his anger management problem, as, when Lucy had visited him last (when Edmund had followed her), he had given her a basic education in Narnian history and legends (discounting the prophecy about the four and the White Witch), which included the few written accounts of himself, described as a man who always seemed to shadow Aslan during the Age of Conquest, with black scaled wings, like a dragon, and accompanied by a majestic being (him and Saphira, he asserted). Thankfully, Lucy hadn't put two and two together, as Tumnus had been wise to lay off the fact that the man's eyes were always described as being slitted, and the most piercing shade of cerulean.
Through the entirety of that night, he had tossed and turned, desperately keeping his draconic side in check, which wanted to do anything to release the anger which had been kindled by the older siblings' actions. As such, he retreated from the elder siblings, spending most of his time with Lucy, who was a surprisingly effective counsellor for his inner turmoil, and by the time Edmund had stumbled into Narnia, he had almost been calmer than he had been for a hundred years. But then, after Edmund had returned from Narnia with Lucy, he had denied all knowledge, instead blaming Lucy (oh how badly he had wanted to knock him out, carry him into the woods outside the house, and let him attempt to survive for that), saying something like "I shouldn't have encouraged her, but, you know what little children are like these days. They just… don't know when to stop pretending." Eragon had had to cast malthinae on himself to prevent his jumping on Edmund and shouting at him until Edmund became stone deaf. Lucy ran out of the room at Edmund's words, Susan and Peter following her, the latter pushing Edmund onto his bed. Eragon had swiftly released the incantation, stalked over to Edmund's bed, pinned him before Edmund could get up, and proceeded to lecture him until the other siblings had returned about the importance of family and truthfulness, whilst looking into Edmund's mind to see what Edmund had been doing while he was in Narnia. He watched, with equal measures of glee, horror, hatred and disgust, as Edmund met the White Witch, along with her, who had been travelling through the Lantern Wastes. She definitely had her hooks in Edmund's mind (ever the delightful temptress), and seeing how easily Jadis had wormed her way into the deepest parts of Edmund's mind horrified him, but he knew that if Edmund learned of the Witch's true nature, and survived, he would become a determined and strong ally, (He had no intention of letting Edmund die anyway) so decided to say nothing about the encounter and let Fate run its course.
/
"Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket!" The cricket ball flew from his hand, smacking into Edmund's side with a sound THWACK, eliciting a chuckle from Eragon's more draconic side, who had wanted to see Edmund get punishment for what he had done. Edmund's delayed reaction was to clutch the spot where the ball had struck, and yell "Ow!"
'Ow? Of all the possible things he could say, he used Ow? I thought kids were meant to have some imagination.' Eragon sniggered mentally to himself as he sat in the crook of a large tree, sending the draconic image in his head into a fit of giggles.
"Whoops! Wake up, dolly daydream!" Peter taunted, whilst catching the ball that Susan had thrown back at him.
'There's that imagination I was talking about!' Eragon laughed in his head, the dragon in his head rolling everywhere, draconic laughter ringing in Eragon's ears.
"Why can't we play hide & seek again?" Edmund asked, feigning nonchalance, his attempt to get the rest of his siblings into Narnia obvious to Eragon. Lucy, who had been watching the exchange, huffed in annoyance and returned to reading a book that Eragon had lent her, by J. R. R Tolkien, entitled 'The Hobbit'. Eragon's own opinion was that Smaug was not a true dragon in the sense of the ones he knew. As Saphira had said, dragons were the most beautiful beings in the land; they required no ornamentation. When Eragon had first bought the book, he had immediately wanted to get into Middle-Earth and give the wyrm a piece of his mind; it was demeaning, the way the last dragon had acted. Saphira had been in exactly the same position, and she had taken it with grace and patience, never lamenting the matter.
"I thought you said it was a kid's game?" Peter shot back, oblivious to his brother's attempt to lure them.
"Besides," Susan cut in, happy at the lovely weather and the opportunity to play outside. "We could all use the fresh air."
"It not like there isn't air inside." Edmund replied, souring Susan's expression, who returned to the wickets she was guarding.
"Are you ready?" Peter sent in challenge to Edmund, cleaning the ball for the next throw, who replied by slamming his bat into the ground repeatedly and yelling back "Are you?!" Peter bowled, sending the ball whizzing in Edmund's direction, who slogged it, sending it flying backwards into one of the windows on the top floor of the house with the sound of shattering glass, almost immediately followed by a crashing bang.
'Anddddddd… It's gone.', Eragon howled in mental laughter, sending his inner dragon into hysterics, before jumping to the ground and running towards the house, followed swiftly by the four siblings, and taking the winding staircase up to the top floor. He arrived in the room with the broken window, and took in the scene. The cricket ball had slammed right through the glass (incidentally, it shattered a coat of arms.) and collided with the suit of armour in front of the window, knocking it completely to the ground. The four Pevensies crowded round the spectacle, staring at the damage, before Peter rounded on Edmund with an irritated sigh.
"Well done, Ed." He started, the anger and irritation in his voice unmissable.
"You bowled it!" Edmund shot back, determined to shove the blame onto someone else.
"Going to have to agree with Peter on this one, Ed. You were the one that slogged it." Eragon smirked, seeing the expression on Edmund's face. 'He is very much in denial.' Eragon commented, the dragon in his head shaking his head in amusement. Edmund made to fire back a retort to his friend, but was interrupted by the caretaker's voice echoing up the stairs.
"What on Earth is going on up there?!" From the tone alone, the five knew the voice was going to give them a thorough whacking for their misbehaviour.
"The Macready!" Susan whipped round, fixing her fellow partners-in-crime with a look of horror.
"Come on!" Peter shouted, breaking the others from their trance, and fleeing the crime scene. Eragon knew he was enjoying himself too much, but he couldn't help it. It was just all so funny! They wound through corridors, stairways, and secret passages, often doubling back on themselves to avoid the housekeeper's footsteps, and before long, arrived at the set of doors, one locked, as usual (Eragon had often contemplated what the Professor was hiding in there), the other open, revealing the wardrobe. The five ran into the room, Peter shutting the door behind them, as the footsteps became slowly louder and Edmund ran to the wardrobe and opened the door, gesturing to the opening, whilst yelling at the others.
"Come on!" Edmund shouted, panicking at the rapidly approaching sound of Mrs Macready's footsteps.
"You have got to be joking." Susan spat out, before realising how close the footsteps behind here were, and running into the wardrobe, followed shortly by the rest of the escapees.
'You certainly have an odd sense of humour, Dad." Eragon chuckled to himself, just now realising how his father could have set up this entire string of events, whilst staying behind the Pevensies, who were now shoving each other as they attempted to run deeper into the wardrobe.
"My toe!"
"I'm not on your toe!"
"Move back!"
"Will you stop shoving?"
Suddenly, Susan and Peter reached the pine boughs after shuffling backwards, and fell onto their backs after tripping over a root. Feeling the cold melting snow running down their necks, they turned and moved the branches out of the way, uncovering the white wilderness that was Narnia.
"Impossible." Susan whispered, the wonder evident in the word.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it's just your imagination." The two elder siblings turned to see Lucy grinning, and Eragon standing next to her, his hand in front of his mouth to stave off the laughter that was inevitably coming.
"I-I don't suppose… saying we're sorry… would quite cover it?" Peter asked hopefully, staring plaintively at Lucy, not noticing that Eragon had his free hand behind his back, copying Lucy.
"No, it wouldn't." Peter's expression became dejected, before he got a mouthful of snow from the snowballs Eragon and Lucy threw at him.
"But that might!" Lucy cried out in delight, as Eragon doubled over in laughter at the eldest brother's expression changed from sadness to surprise, before Peter realised what Lucy had just initiated, and bent down to gather snow, quickly followed by Susan. The air was thick with snowballs flying left, right and centre, and the surprised, yet happy cries of the children engaged in their battle. Peter managed to get a lucky shot off on Lucy, before promptly becoming the target of a barrage by Eragon, who was managing to fire off snowballs at an inhumanly fast rate. However, he had forgotten about Susan, who had snuck up behind Eragon, and threw a well-aimed snowball at the back of his head. Eragon gasped from the cold chill in his hair, before swinging around and pelting snowballs at Susan, who ran to find cover from the unending torrent of spherical white missiles. Edmund, who had been standing off to the side, uninterested in the little game the others were playing, was hit in the shoulder by a stray snowball of Susan's, which had been aimed at Eragon's face.
"Ow!" Edmund blurted out, as Peter spun round to face him, the implications of where they were dawning on the eldest. "Stop it!"
"You little liar!" He shouted at Edmund, all restraint vanishing like mist in the sun.
"You didn't believe her either!" Edmund retorted.
"Umm… guys, I think you should see this…" Susan's voice wandered over to the brothers, surprise etched into her tone, but was ignored. If they had bothered to look, they wouldn't have believed what they were seeing.
"Apologise to Lucy! Say you're sorry!" Peter advanced on his younger sibling, looking for all the world that he might actually hit Edmund.
"Err… Peter… You seriously might want to see this…" Susan's voice drifted across to the duo, but was lost among the emotions raging in Peter's head.
"All right!… I'm sorry." Edmund admitted, averting his gaze to Lucy.
"That's all right. Some children just don't know when to stop pretending." Lucy acknowledged the apology, but the joy of proving her brother a liar very much evident in her tone.
"Oh, very funny…" Edmund muttered under his breath, sending dirty looks at his brother and sister.
"If you're quite finished with your shouting match, you are going to want to see this." Susan's voice finally broke through their thick ears, laced with awe, fear, and surprise. They turned towards her, and gaped. Lying where Eragon had been was a dragon, 200 feet from nose to tail, tall ivory white spines adorning his back, claws longer than longswords, fangs sharper than stiletto daggers, a wingspan slightly smaller than his length, and scales, blacker than the finest lacquer, but with a metallic hint. Slowly, the dragon's eyelid rose, the transparent third eyelid snicking back, and a sapphire eye fixed its gaze upon the four humans, as a familiar voice sounded in their heads simultaneously.
'I know… I know.'
The four siblings jumped out of they skins, and Lucy looked around, but kept the dragon firmly in her sight, lest it turn hostile
"Caspar… Where are you?"
'You're looking at me.' Indeed, Lucy was looking directly at the dragon when he said this, and she stared at him in disbelief.
"Caspar… are you telling me that you are… are…" Susan stared at him blankly, still overwhelmed by the 'talking' dragon that was currently lounging on the ground in front of them.
'…The dragon?' Eragon supplied, growling deep in his throat in amusement. 'Yes, I am, and I have been one for quite some time now.' Peter blinked, blinked again, and opened his mouth to speak, but could not find any words to say, he was so gobsmacked.
'Susan, please close your brother's mouth for him. I fear he cannot do so himself at the moment.' Eragon instructed, the coughing growl that was his laughter issuing from his throat. Susan, shaken from her reverie, reached over and gently pushed Peter's jaw up to close his mouth, which just flapped down again as soon as she removed her hand.
'Now, I'm going to change back, and please, do not be surprised if my appearance is different. The face you saw was merely a mask, as was the name I gave you. Also, try not to distract me when I'm changing back. It's a delicate process.' The Pevensies were bursting with questions at that statement, but were patient enough to hold their tongues until the massive dragon had changed back to his normal form, his hair glistening in the reflected light, and the points of his ears clearly showing.
"Alright Caspar… or whatever your true name is. I think we've waited long enough for answers." Peter asked, the distrust evident in his voice. "First off: what is your real name? And second: How can you be a dragon!" Eragon simply looked at him, giving him the 'do you even have to ask that' stare and stated, "As to your first question, I go by many names. Some call me Shadeslayer, others Kingkiller. To others still, I am Flamesword, Shur'tugal, Argetlam and a member of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum, and if you wish to find my true name, you will be looking until your dying day. But the name you are looking for… is Eragon. And as to your second question, I am going to say one word: magic." All four siblings went slack-jawed at that, the implications of his statement sinking in.
"Then… everything your book said…" Lucy, finally working the courage to ask the question, but was unable to complete it.
"…Is true. I believe you could call it a biography of sorts. I had that manuscript made in the 1500s, and I ordered Paolini to hand-write that book I was reading in the Professor's house. It's wrapped in dragon-hide. My own dragon-hide, incidentally. " Eragon confirmed, amazed at how quickly Lucy and her siblings had worked out all the puzzle pieces.
"But, if you're telling us the truth…then, where's your dragon?" Edmund asked, remembering the summary of the story Eragon had told them, and therefore not surprised by the revelation of Eragon's age, having glanced at the sections which had specifically called out the elve's immortality against old age, as well as the details of the Agaetí Blödhren. Eragon locked him in a piercing gaze and replied, "What did you say?". 'That just had to be the one detail Edmund picked up on, didn't it'?
"I said, where's your dragon? From what you told us, we've figured out you're a Dragon Rider, so where's your dragon?" Edmund repeated, picking up a detail that Eragon had purposefully left out. Eragon simply gave Edmund a strange look and said, "You ask too many questions." before turning around and walking into the woods.
"Wait!" Peter shouted after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find my brother, and see where he has set up camp for…" He nearly said "the war", but cut himself off, and instead finished with "you. He very much wants to meet you.", before letting his wings grow out of his body, and bent his legs, wings flared, preparing to fly. Remarkably, it was Lucy who snapped out of her shock of seeing those wings first, and ran over, wrapping her tiny arms around his frame, fastening him to the ground.
"Please…" she pleaded, "Stay with us, and take us to see him. Don't leave us." Hearing that tone in her voice… he knew that if he left now, she would never forgive him, even if an eternity passed and sun, sky and the ground faded into the darkness. He sighed, and folded his wings neatly around him, like a coat. "Fine, but if I'm going to stay with you, you four can wander around all you like."
"But… shouldn't we go back?" Susan suggested, trying to be the voice of reason.
'And run back to get punished by Mrs Macready? When did you, Susan Pevensie, turn into a coward?' He projected directly into her mind, which promptly shut her up.
"We could always look around for a bit, and then come back." Edmund added, wanting to get an opportunity to visit the White Witch.
"I think… Lucy should decide." Peter concluded, who turned to face his younger sister. Lucy gasped in delight at this before answering, "I'd like you all to meet Mr Tumnus!"
"Well, then Mr Tumnus it is!" Peter announced, before diving through the branches covering the entrance to the wardrobe.
"But we can't go hiking through the snow, dressed like this." Susan complained, worried about catching hypothermia, or any number of other illnesses.
"No," Peter replied, returning with five coats clutched to his chest, "but I'm the Professor wouldn't mind us using these." whilst handing the coats to his family members. "Anyway, if you think about it, logically," he emphasised as he passed Susan her coat, who gave him an irritated glare, "We aren't even taking them out of the wardrobe." before promptly shoving a girl's coat in Edmund's direction, and offering Eragon another one.
"No thanks." He replied, which resulted in a confused look from Peter, and explained further, "Dragons have an inner fire, which warms them and protects them from freezing elements like snow and frost. Because I am, in essence, a dragon, that carries over to my hybrid form, which is most of the time, anyway." He chuckled. "Besides, I don't think those coats were designed with me in mind." Peter simply shrugged, and returned the fifth coat to the wardrobe, before following Lucy, who had already begun walking to Mr. Tumnus' house, already talking about how there would be tea, toast and such delights, waiting for them when they got there.
'Really, Dad? Did you have to make my life immeasurably more difficult?' Eragon thought to himself, before it dawned on him that this must have been his punishment for all those letters, and groaned, rubbing his eyes and massaging his temples, attempting to clear the oncoming headache.
'Meddlers, the whole lot of you. You're worse than my biological father.' He thought jokingly, images of his father and brother appearing in his mind.
/
True to Eragon's word, the group had been wandering through the Lantern Wastes, gradually making their journey northwards, led by Lucy, towards Mr. Tumnus' house, rolling in the snow and having more fun than they had had before the war started. Things were going so well, Eragon mused, that something just had to happen sooner or later.
And of course it did.
"…Lots and lots of lovely food, and we'll have lots…and lots… of…" Lucy had been regaling her siblings with tales of the wonderful joys and comforts they would find when they had finally spotted Mr. Tumnus' front door hanging sadly from its hinges, and began running towards the opening. Smelling the wolf-scent wafting outside from within the house, Eragon took off and landed in the doorway, blocking the doorway before Lucy or any of her siblings could enter. Expanding his mind like during his training, Eragon confirmed that there were none of the White Witch's servants hiding in the shadowy corners of Mr. Tumnus' house, before cautiously stepping inside, being careful to avoid stepping on any of the debris left on the floor from the struggle. Identifying where the wolves' scent was strongest, he strode over to the stone pillar in the middle of the room and ripped the piece of parchment, signed with a paw-mark and held on the rock by an iron dart, from its place, swiftly read it, anger blazing behind his eyes, before handing the missive silently to Peter and Susan, who proceeded to read it aloud.
"The Faun Tumnus is hereby charged with High Treason," Susan and Peter shared a look at this, "against Her lmperial Majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, for comforting her enemies and fraternizing with humans.
Signed, Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police.
Long Live the Queen." Peter finished, before the parchment was ripped from his hand and burned to ashes by Eragon with a quiet brisingr.
"All right," Susan, who had seen all she needed to, "Now we really should go back."
"But what about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy complained, shocked at her sister's indifference.
"If he was arrested just for being with a human, I don't think there's much we can do." Susan replied, missing the point entirely.
"You don't understand, do you?" Lucy, whom realization had just dawned on, shot back. "I'm the human. She must have found out he helped me!" she exclaimed, trying to understand who would do such a thing.
"Maybe we could call the police." Peter interjected unhelpfully, forgetting that they were in Narnia.
"These are the police." Susan shot his suggestion down immediately. Peter knelt and looked at Lucy at her eye-level "Don't worry, Lu, we'll think of something." He comforted, knowing he couldn't deliver on that promise.
"Why?" Edmund, who had been quiet during this exchange, suddenly cut in, "I mean, he's a criminal."
'You have yet to learn that right and wrong are skewed for those who look at them, it seems, Edmund.' Eragon once again directed solely into his mind, shutting down all arguments the 10-year-old had. It was rather hard to argue with a being several millennia his senior, after all, though Edmund did not know the exact amount, and was not even going to try guessing. Suddenly, the five siblings heard a 'psst' float through the open door, and turned round to see a bird sitting on of the trees outside the house, before flying off.
"Did that bird just… psst… us?" Susan asked the others in the house, confused, and headed outside.
'I forgot to tell them that the animals in Narnia talk!' Eragon laughed inside his mind, his draconic self laughing as well, following the others outside. Once outside, the Pevensies spun round at the noise of a twig cracking to their right, followed by scurrying, before a beaver appeared from behind a snow drift.
"It-It's a beaver." Lucy stated confusedly, as Peter moved his hand out towards the beaver, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together and clicking his tongue.
"I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want." The beaver called to Peter in an annoyed tone, causing Peter and Susan's eyes to widen, and Eragon and Lucy to chuckle at their responses.
"Lucy Pevensie?" the beaver gestured towards the youngest sibling, whose face turned from amusement to surprise, and answered "Yes?" Seeing her handkerchief being held in the beaver's hand, she slowly walked over and took it from him.
"Hey, that's the hankie I gave to Mr. Tum…" Lucy began, but was cut off by the beaver, who finished with "Tumnus. He got it to me just before they took him."
"Is he alright?" Lucy inquired, wanting to know whether her friend was okay.
"Given where they probably took him, it's uncertain." Eragon supplied, who had been standing further back, hidden from Beaver's view, but had now walked over to Lucy's left.
"Five humans? But the prophecy only… said…" Beaver trailed off, realising what he had mistaken for a coat actually was.
"Eragon?" Beaver gaped, his long front teeth clearly showing, before remembering who was standing in front of him and knelt, nearly keeling over, but was caught by Eragon.
"Atra esterní ono thelduin, Beaver." Eragon offered the traditional Elvin greeting that he had learned all those years ago.
"Eragon… It is you! Where is…" He-Beaver exclaimed in awe, but being interrupted by a voice in his mind.
'Do not mention my relation with Aslan to the siblings. I would prefer to keep as many secrets about my life as possible, especially since we have a possible traitor in our midst, but do not make it look like you suspect him.' Eragon finished in his thoughts, supplying an image of Edmund, before answering back out loud, "How should I know where my brother is? Last he told me, he was rallying the Narnians for Aslan." Eragon lied through his teeth. Beaver noticed the deception, but did not comment. He-Beaver looked over his shoulder, and returned with, "Further in." Before scampering off into the woods. Eragon immediately followed the beaver, hearing the siblings' whispered argument about whether they should follow Beaver, before deciding to follow, because Eragon considered him trustworthy enough.
/
"Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on. Nice cup o' Rosy Lee!" He-Beaver shouted happily as his dam-house came into view, smoke rising from the chimney.
'Should you really have a fire going in a house made of sticks, Beaver?' Eragon thought amusedly to himself, whilst his draconic self started breathing fire everywhere to mark the point.
"It's lovely." Lucy complimented, taking in the entire structure.
"Ah, it's merely a trifle. Still plenty to do, ain't quite finished it yet." He-Beaver replied, chuffed at the compliment to his handiwork." It'll look the business when it is, though."
"Beaver, last time I was here, this wasn't here, full stop. If this doesn't constitute 'finished', I don't know what will." Eragon sent in He-Beaver's general direction, and got a chuckle in response.
"Yes, well, some of us have millennia to get everything right, and others only have a normal span of years. Guess which category I fall into." He-Beaver joked, sparking Eragon's playful competitiveness with words.
"You've got the life span of one and the ambition of the other." Eragon rebounded, enjoying the verbal sparring, before turning himself invisible as he spotted movement from the front door.
"Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick!" a female voice floated to them from the door as they rounded the corner, "If I find you've been out with Badger again, I..." her voice died in her throat as she beheld her visitors."Oh!… Well those aren't badgers."
"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day!" the other beaver cried out joyfully, before turning to her (presumably) husband and complained, "Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?" She demanded, wanting to make a good first impression on the future royalty of Narnia.
"I'd have given a week if I thought it would've helped." He replied snarkily, ('Definitely husband and wife' Eragon laughed to himself), before continuing "Though, if you knew who else was here, you'd be asking for a year."
"Beaver… what are you talking a…" Her voice once again dying as Eragon dropped his invisibility, wings flared, teeth sharp and draconic, eyes slitted and cerulean, and promptly fainted.
"Too much?" Eragon asked innocently, as the conscious beaver gave him a dirty look, and Edmund broke down in giggles.
"It seems the years haven't tempered your penchant for dramatics, Eragon." He-Beaver sighed, rolling his eyes, knowing what would happen when his wife woke up.
"Come on, you're talking to a millennia-old dragon rider with the ability to become a dragon. It gets boring after a while." Eragon chortled, hands clutching his sides.
" Yes, well, let's get you out of the snow, and see about getting some food." He-Beaver huffed, annoyed at Eragon's behaviour, while dragging his wife through the doorway.
/
Eragon sat on the floor of the beaver's house, opposite from the fire, occasionally manipulating the flames to practice his magic (whilst being careful not to burn the house down), listening to the siblings and beavers arguing back and forth about Mr. Tumnus and what they should do to help him. They had turned to him almost immediately, but he had stopped them there, replying "I know, I know. I can turn into a 200-foot dragon, but that doesn't help. The Witch's main weapon isn't her forces or her secret police. It's her trickery and her arsenal." shutting down their main line of thought. He watched as the Beavers educated the Pevensies in the prophecy and Aslan ("You're missing a few crucial details there, Beaver.") before Eragon took up the mantle and educated them further. After much conversation, just after He-Beaver had revealed the war and the army Aslan was gathering for them, the eldest siblings announced that they wanted to return to Britain, much to the Beaver's dismay, and Lucy attempted to persuade them otherwise, to no avail, before Peter finalised their decision, before calling to Edmund, who (Eragon had known all along) was missing.
"I'm gonna kill him." Peter stated, the anger already creeping into his voice.
"You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?" He-Beaver asked.
Cliffy! I'm SO evil! (insert maniacal laughter)
Again, thoughts?
Good? Bad? Meh?
Confrontation next chapter! Let's see how Maugrim fares!
Ta-Ta!
