"I think you've made a mistake.

We're not heroes,"


Chapter Four

Stuffing tobacco leaves into his pipe, Diggory Kirke thought about the situation before him. Taking in a deep breath, he savored the taste of cheap nicotine, before blowing out, watching as the smoke escaped his mouth.

"You seen to have upset the internal balance of my housekeeper," His voice was rough, weathered with age.

Almost immediately Peter felt bad. This man had taken him and his family in while the war was going on, and they had made a complete ruckus since arriving.

"We are very sorry sir, it won't happen again," Grabbing Susan's elbow, he tried to steer her and himself towards the door. Instead, Susan pulled her arm back, giving Peter a pointed look, before turning back towards the Professor.

"It's our sister sir," She said hesitantly. "Lucy."

"The weeping girl?"

"Yes, sir. She's upset," Susan began to explain.

"Hence the weeping," Diggory replied instantly, a sharp eyebrow rose.

"It's nothing," Peter interrupted. "We can handle it," Once again, he grabbed Susan's sleeve in an attempt to leave without any further confrontations.

"Oh, I can see that," came the sarcastic voice of Diggory. He inhaled from his pipe once again, peering up at the two siblings with mild interest.

"She thinks she's found a magical land…" Susan said, exasperated.

A small quirk was lifting at the corner of Diggory's mouth, a soft chuckle escaping him.

"… In the upstairs wardrobe," She finished.

A sinking feeling dropped in the pit of Diggory's stomach. Almost instantly, he stood up, a bewildered expression on his face. Gripping his pipe tightly between his fingers, he stared ahead in astonishment and excitement.

"What did you say?"

"The wardrobe. Upstairs," Peter's confused voice said. "Lucy thinks she's found a forest inside,"

Gesturing for Peter and Susan to sit on the couch, Diggory sat opposite them, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Susan added, "She won't stop going on about it,"

"What was it like?" Diggory said, entwining his fingers together impatiently.

"Like talking to a lunatic!"

"No, no. Not her- the forest!" Diggory exclaimed looking confused between Susan and Peter's confused and astonished glance at each other.

"Your not saying you believe her?" Peter said disbelieving.

"You don't?"

"Well of course not! I mean, logically, it's impossible," Susan stated, staring at the Professor with uncertainty.

"What do they teach in schools these days?" Diggory muttered to himself.

Peter felt the need to stop the foolishness that the Professor was trying to tell them. "Edmund said they were just pretending,"

"And he's usually the more truthful one, is he?"

"No," Peter said, looking down at his lap like a little boy who had just been scolded at. "This would be the first time."

"So, if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically…" He said, looking pointedly at Susan. "… We must assume that she's telling the truth,"

"Your saying we should just believe her?" Peter asked, incredulous and dubious.

"She's your sister isn't she? You're a family," Diggory breathed out a large puff of smoke. "You might just try acting like one,"


*TWD*

Groaning, Evie peeled her crusted eyelids open. Wincing at the bright candle that was burning above her designated bedroom at the Beavers house, she yawned loudly. A constant throbbing was pounding against her skull, causing her to flinch at the pain.

"Good morning, Miss Evie!" Mrs. Beaver said, storming into Evie's room. Smiling at the young girl, she placed a tray of breakfast on her lap, smiling motherly at her.

"Hurry up and eat Miss Evie, Beavers out again so we have the house to ourselves!"

Mrs. Beaver's enthusiasm made Evie smile slightly, but it just made her wince even more as the headache became more prominent.

"Are you okay, Miss. Evie?" Mrs. Badger's voice was full of concern, and at an instant she was by Evie's side, rubbing soothing shapes into her wrist.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded her head. "I'm fine,"

Mrs. Beaver placed her furry claws on her hips, "You've been working yourself out too much, Evelyn."

"I haven't. Honest," Evie replied, crossing her fingers behind her back. Mrs. Beaver looked at her skeptically, before leaving outside, not without a fleeting glance of worry though.

In truth, Evie hadn't slept all night. Her mind was plagued with remorse and guilt towards Tumnus. She couldn't think straight, let alone sleep. Her brain had gone into over-mode, where she would keep herself worrying all night.

Taking small bites of the toast and Mrs. Beaver's homemade jam, Evie twisted her blonde hair back into a ponytail. Finishing what she could of her breakfast, mind you- she didn't eat that much; her stomach was already full with guilt, she grabbed the dark cloak that Mrs. Beaver had made for her and wadded out of her room. The headache was gone know, probably only was there as to Evie's lack of sleep.

Mrs. Beaver was stood in the living room, tending to the fireplace. She smiled warmly at Evelyn, before placing a cup of tea in front of her.

"Beaver should be back soon," She said, sitting opposite Evie.

"Where's he gone anyways?"

"Off somewhere, he said he made a promise, and he intends to keep it," Mrs. Beaver said fondly. Evie sighed softly, smiling at her.

"When can I leave here?"

Ever since that day when Tumnus had been arrested, Evelyn had been confined to the Beavers Dam. Although the dam was a beautiful house, it was far too small for Evelyn's tall stature, albeit she was fairly comfortable there.

"Soon, Evie. In fact, can you go down to Robin's? I'm running out of some ingredients for supper," Robin was the small bird that ran the marketplace for the Narnians, under the nose of the Witch's side.

"Sure, I'll be back soon," Evie said, pulling her dark cloak around her and grabbing the Narnian money Mrs. Beaver handed her.

Her bow and arrows were strapped on her back, hidden by the cloak, and her two twin swords were placed on the chain that crossed across her chest. Mrs. Beaver supplied Evelyn with a shopping list and a woven basket, and then busied herself with cleaning up her and Beaver's home.

"Bye dear," She said, and in response Evie waved her hand in a farewell gesture.

Pulling the hood over her face, her feet crunched against the powdery snow, causing her to flinch slightly as it brought back memories of Jadis and Tumnus.


*WD*

"Come on!" Edmund yelled, pushing the door to the wardrobe wide open.

"You've got to be joking," Susan shook her head, crossing her arms over her grey cardigan.

Whipping her head back towards the door, Mrs. Macready's footsteps were becoming louder.

"Go!" Peter yelled, shoving Susan in, in front of him. Lucy pilled in behind Edmund, poking him the back to move faster.

Peeping through the small crack of the wardrobe, he was pulled back by Susan sharply.

"Move back! Oi, stop shoving!" He yelled as quietly as he could.

"Ow, you're on my toe,"

"I'm not on your toe!"

"Don't push!"

"Watch out! Stop it!"

Grabbing Peter's shirtsleeve, Susan felt the world topple beneath her. Falling on her rear-end, she landed, expecting the smooth, hard surface of the wardrobe, but was met with icy, soft ground, making her pale face more cold.

Sharing a fleeting glance with Peter, they both turned around, air trapped in their lungs and refusing to come out. Gasping, they were met with a most unbelievable sight.

Miles and miles of leave-less trees and snow covered ground, with snowflakes falling softly from the grey sky.

"Impossible," She whispered, standing up and staring at the falling snow in wonder.

"Don't worry," Lucy said, smirking at Susan. "It's probably just your imagination,"

Looking over astonished, Peter smiled apprehensively down at Lucy. "I don't suppose saying 'we're sorry,' would quiet cover it?"

"No," Lucy said, placing her arms behind her back was a ball of snow was curled inside her palm. "But this might!"

Throwing with all her might, the snowball cut through the air, hitting Peter Square in the face. Taking a few seconds to recover about what had exactly happened, a smirk tugged against the corners of his mouth. Pretending to be intimidating, he grabbed some snow, and threw it back. Susan, having a bubbly feeling in the pit of her stomach, joined in, shoving handfuls of snow down her brother's back. Although, back in London, this would have been seen as highly inappropriate behavior for a 'young lady' like Susan.

Edmund hadn't even realized that a full-on snowball war had occurred right behind him. His eyes were fixated on the two large mountains and the ice-castle that was lying between them.

Turning towards Edmund, Susan pelted a small snowball half-heartedly at him, hitting him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" He yelled, sulking. Rubbing his arm, he glared at Susan, "Stop it!"

"You little liar!" Peter yelled, stalking towards him with a scowl on his face.

Edmund countered, "You didn't believe her either!"

"Apologies to Lucy," Edmund looked at her, scowling.

"Say your sorry," Peter's voice was rising, and Edmund knew that although Peter wasn't tactful, he was bigger and could easily pin him down.

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry,"

"That's alright," Lucy said, pinning her arms behind her. "Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending," She finished with a smirk.

"Very funny," He muttered, sneering at her.

Rubbing her arm, Susan turned towards Peter. "Maybe we should go back,"

"Shouldn't we at least look around first," Peter looked at Edmund with mild suspicion, before turning towards Lucy, with a 'thinking' look on his face.

"I think… Lucy should decide," He finished, smiling down at his younger sibling. Almost immediately, her face lit up in the most beautiful smile.

"I'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!"

"Well, Mr. Tumnus it is!" Peter said, happy that he could make Lucy trust them again. Turning around, he went back towards the Wardrobe.

"But we can't go hiking in the snow…" She started, turning around to face Peter. "…Dressed like this!"

"No…" Peter said, pulling out some winter, fur coats. "But I'm sure that the Professor wouldn't mind us using these," He handed Lucy a small brown coat, and she took it eagerly, her nose already a bright red from the cold.

"And if you think about it logically," He said, handing Susan a black coat, earning a sarcastic smile from his younger sister. "We're not even taking them out of the wardrobe," He finished, handing Edmund the last coat that was left in his hand.

Almost immediately, Edmund skidded back in disgust. "But that's a girl's coat!"

Peter looked at him innocently, "I know,"


*WD*

Stepping cautiously but fast, Evelyn stormed through the forest, making her way towards an old, abandoned hutch that was hidden behind snow and bare trees.

It was huge, looming over Evie. With bricks falling apart and a slanted, loose roof on top, the place looked as if it hadn't been in anyone's care for years. There was a dull-red door that was hanging of its hinges, and the windows were broken, small fragments of glass on the ground.

Walking towards the door, it creaked open, allowing Evelyn the sight of the busy marketplace.

There were all sorts of stalls, selling an array of different household necessities. They were covered in scarlet robes and the golden sign of Aslan, stating where their true intentions and loyalties lie.

Smiling softly, she walked towards Robin's stall, waving at the occasional Narnian who she knew.

"Hello, Miss. Evie! How have you been lately?" Robin chirped, resting himself on Evelyn's shoulder.

"I've been better," Evelyn shrugged, before turning towards Robin's stall.

"Mrs. Beaver is making her famous 'Fish and Chip' supper tonight, so I've been sent on grocery shopping,"

Robin smirked, before tittering away, fluttering his small dark brown wings. The red spot on his large chest was turned towards Evelyn, and she smiled as Robin pointed his beak towards the largest fish Evelyn had ever seen.

"There you go, lass. Make sure to season it well and take out all the bones," Robin said, as he watched Evelyn wrap the fish in the plastic sheet he had provided with her, and place the fish into her basket. She handed him five Narnian gold coins to pay for it.

"Mrs. Badger should have some of her home-grown spuds down there," Robin indicated towards the end of the marketplace. Evie nodded, before tugging at the hood of her cloak and walking towards Mrs. Badger's Vegetable Stall.

"Hello, Evelyn. The usual I presume?" She said softly.

Evie nodded, and watched as Mrs. Badger used her furry claws to pick out the best potatoes to make Mrs. Beaver's well-known fish and chips. She packed the spuds into her basket, lifting it higher slightly as the basket got heavier with each item she placed into it.

"So, what's new in Narnia?"

"Oh the usual," Mrs. Badger started. "Squirrel's given birth, she'll definitely be having her hands full with those two, twin boys, ha!"

Evie stayed a while and just chatted with Mrs. Badger, getting up-to-date on the gossip surrounding the Narnians. It was a very slow day at the Market, news about Tumnus' arrest had spread like wildfire, and Narnians were scared to leave there home, but the sparkling hope of what Tumnus got arrested for was enough for Narnians to start to get prepared. For what, Evelyn did not know.

"There you go, love. Make sure not to let Badger know, he'll be over at your place quicker than when he and Beaver are running away from Bath day!"

Evie chuckled hesitantly, before handing Mrs. Badger two Narnian coins, and walking out of the marketplace. Although Mrs. Badger was a sweet Narnian, she did not know of Evelyn's heritage. In fact, there were very few who knew of her existence or the fact that she was Jadis' daughter, Tumnus, Badger, Beaver and Mrs. Beaver being a few of them. However, the only people who did know that she existed, where the Narnians on Jadis' side.

Making her way back slowly, Evelyn savored the cold wind that whipped against her cheeks. It was getting darker now; Evie did not know she had spent so long talking to Mrs. Badger.

Rushing slightly, Evelyn stumbled past the huge piles of snow and ice that was reaching her mid-shin. Heavy-snow was plummeting down, showing Jadis' rage and betrayal as she made the sky shower Narnia in darkness and ice once again.

"I'm back! I'm back," Evelyn shouted, running through the door the Beaver's Dam. She forgot to bend down when she reached the door, so she smacked her head on the top of the door. Flying to the ground, she groaned out loud which alerted Mrs. Beaver.

"Oh, Evelyn, do be careful. This dam was built for beavers, not other Narnians," Mrs. Beaver said, helping Evelyn up.

Brushing herself down, she crouched down to enter the Dam. Handing Mrs. Beaver the shopping basket, she sat at one of the tables in the center of the room.

The Beaver's Dam was slightly cramped, made completely out of old sticks and fallen logs. The Beavers had made it in a meticulous method, placing the sticks in a circular shape. Inside, the fire logs that were almost constantly set alight, as well as the occasional lanterns that were flittered across the place, lighted up the whole room. There was a table at the center; with different arrays of utensils, and opposite was the small counter that Mrs. Beaver prepared the food, close to the fire where it was cooked, but also close to the table so she wouldn't have to run to place the piping food down.

Opposite the entrance door, there was another one, made of darkened wood, which would lead Evie to the room she had occupied for the last week. Beaver had proclaimed that he hoped to make a second-floor and had already finished the staircase that spiraled upwards.

"It's getting late, where do you suppose Beaver is?"

"I'm not sure," Mrs. Beaver, said jittery slightly. "You don't think-"

"Don't worry, Jadis doesn't know about you. She couldn't have gotten him," Although Evelyn sounded firm and confident, in reality, she was having an inner panic attack.

"Your right, I've got nothing to be worried about," She continued to dice the potatoes into chunky strips. "We've got nothing to worry about,"

"Yeah," Evelyn sighed, looking out of the window. Gazing down at the two mountains, she shivered at the thoughts of what Jadis might be doing to Tumnus. Was she torturing him for information on Aslan, or had she already turned him into stone?

The thoughts made Evelyn feel queasy, especially when she saw Mrs. Beaver hacking at the potatoes in frustration.

Hours had passed, leaving Evelyn bored to such extent that she actually asked Mrs. Beaver if she needed any help. That was a long shot though; Mrs. Beaver still could not fathom how Evelyn had managed to burn water, literally.

"Why don't you go draw something, we've got some pencils in the cupboard down there," Mrs. Beaver gestured towards the pinewood cupboard.

Standing up, Evelyn fled to her room, pencil and her leather-bound sketchpad in hand. Although Evelyn hadn't brought anything from the castle in her quick flee to escape, she was glad that she had decided to bring her sketchpad with her on that ride with Jadis.

Looking outside, Evelyn was granted with the sight of a dark, midnight blue sky. The colour reminded her of Lucy's innocent, wide-eyed gaze. Before she knew what she was doing, her fingers curled across the pencil, and she had already outlined her slightly round, sweetheart shaped face. Shading in the shadow of her nose, and adding in all the imperfections she could remember from the brief encounter with her, Evelyn tried to do justice to Lucy's eyes.

With doe-like, almond shaped eyes and the colour of a cerulean sea, they complimented Lucy's young face. But there was one thing Evie couldn't embody perfectly on the piece of paper. She couldn't put the sparkle that was always in the young girl's eyes without it looking tacky. But the picture didn't seem right without the sparkle.

Evelyn spent hours, erasing and re-designing the picture, trying to smooth out any imperfections. Everything she was drawing about Lucy was from memory, and she hoped that she did do her justice.

Once she was done, Evelyn flipped through her book, and was met with the sight of thousands of drawings of Narnian scenery, frosty forests, rough-edged cliffs, and of course the Lamppost. But as she neared the end, she found that she had drawn a picture of Tumnus, sitting in his small house, another one of the Beavers who were holding hands, and the last one was of Lucy, gripping the Lamppost tightly.

They did not agree with the concept of the other pictures in Evie's book. Gripping the last three pages, she tore them out carefully. Feeling the need to keep them safe, Evelyn folded them precisely, before placing them inside her cloak pocket, so they would always be close to her.


* WD *

Lucy was babbling, her face alights with excitement and happiness. She wrapped the fur coat she had on tighter around her small frame, bursting with excitement when she realized that she would be taking her family to meet her dear friend.

"And he's got buckets full of sardines, and we'll have lots of, lots of…" Lucy trailed off, stumbling on her feet.

"Lu?"

Not hearing her eldest brother calling her name, she ran forward, urged by the horrid feeling twisting in her stomach.

"Lucy!" He yelled, rushing after her. Susan grabbed the hem of her coat, running after them, with Edmund hot on her heels.

Walking inside, they saw that the door to Tumnus' house was ripped of its hinges; books were strewn on the floor, pages ripped out of them. The whole house was destroyed nothing had been spared.

"Who would do something like this?" Lucy whimpered. Susan placed her hands on Lucy's shoulder, rubbing them soothingly.

Edmund made his way to follow his siblings. Stepping closer, he stepped on a cracked photo. Looking down, it was torn at the sides, but the frame had been clawed, with three scratches running down. The picture itself didn't seem all that important, just an old faun with two horns popping out of his head. But something about that picture reminded Edmund of the one he had saved of his father, his father who had gone away to war.

Looking up, Peter noticed a thin, coffee-coloured paper hanging by a wooden nail. Ripping it of, he observed the curvy penmanship.

"The faun Tumnus is hereby charged with high treason against her imperial majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia. For comforting her enemies and fraternizing with humans," Peter's voice was slowly becoming higher at the end of reading. Continuing, "Signed: Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police,"

Turning to Susan, he ended "Long Live the Queen,"

"Okay, now we really should be getting back," She said, looking pleadingly at Peter.

Almost immediately, Lucy protested. "But what about Mr. Tumnus?"

"If he was arrested just for being with a human, I don't think there's much we can do." Susan reasoned, looking down at Lucy's, for once, unreadable face.

"You don't understand," She whispered. "I'm the human! She must have found out he helped me. Oh no! What about Evie, what if she's taken her as well?"

Edmund looked away, guilt slowly eating his insides.

"Maybe we could call the police," Peter said, trying to be reasonable.

Susan countered, "These are the police,"

"Don't worry Lu," He said, resting a hand on Lucy's shoulder. "We'll figure out something,"

"Why?" Edmund said sharply. "I mean, he's a criminal."

"Psst…"

Turning around, Susan whipped her head towards Peter. "Did that bird just 'psst' us?"


*WD*

"Beaver, is that you?" Mrs. Beaver's voice broke into hysterics. Rushing outside, she stumbled in the snow, before shaking the fallen snowflakes off her brown fur. Swiftly, Evie threw her sketchpad onto her bed, and rushed to meet Beaver outside.

"I've been worried sick! If I find out you've been out with Badger again…" She started. "Oh, those aren't Badgers," She said, her voice coming out whimsical in the end.

Her black eyes had widened, and a large, cheery grin was plastered across her face as she saw four humans, two Sons of Adams and two Daughters of Eve, right behind Beaver.

Mrs. Beaver walked towards them, as if in a trance. Clasping her hands together, she said, "Oh, I never thought I would live to see this day!"

Turning sharply to Beaver, she narrowed her eyes at her husband. "Look at my fur. You couldn't have given me ten minutes warning,"

"I would've given you a week if I thought it would've helped," He teased, smiling at Lucy who giggled.

"Mrs. Beaver! What happened, are you okay?" A voice shouted out from the Dam. Walking out, Evelyn was met with a sight that made her heart leap in both fear and joy.

There, stood behind Beaver were four humans, each of different heights and ages. One was Lucy, the young girl that Evelyn had helped escape. She grinned upon seeing Evie, her smile stretching over her face. A crown of dark curls and innocent blue eyes, she was just as Evelyn had remembered.

Standing protectively next to her was another young girl, perhaps a young lady. The resemblance between she and Lucy was almost immediate. Although Lucy had sea-like blue eyes, her sister seemed to have those of the colour of ice, much like Evelyn's own. Her hair was a shade darker than Lucy's, almost a deep, inky black. Her piercing eyes reminded Evelyn that of a wolf, but a good kind. It made Evelyn more alert, however her warm smile made Evelyn know that this girl was much more warmer than her exterior said she was.

Next to the young girl was Edmund, who looked as spiteful as the day Evelyn had saw him. His ruffle of dark hair was messy, and his pale cheeks were red from standing in the cold for too long. The coat he was wearing was large and fluffy, and it made him look like a giant version of Jadis, as if it was some sort of horrid parody.

But there was one person who stood out to Evelyn. He stood protectively over his family, his tall stature looming over them. With windswept blond hair and the exact same shade of blue as Lucy's eye colour, he looked like an innocent child rather than a king. Although the sheer determination and loyalty to his family in his eyes showed Evelyn that there was more than what meets the eye to this one. He'd be a fine king if he were older.

"It's alright dear, I'm fine," Mrs. Beaver said. She didn't see the fleeting glance Lucy gave Evelyn, or the fact that Edmund seemed slightly relieved that Evie was all right and hadn't been captured like Tumnus.

"Who are you?" The eldest said rudely, raising his eyebrow at Evelyn who looked very human to him. Peter thought that there were no humans in Narnia, yet here was one right in front of him.

"I should be asking you the same question," Evelyn said just as coldly.

He seemed to realize the error of his ways, as he held out his hand, "I'm Peter,"

Looking at his hand in confusion, she raised both her eyebrows up, shrugging her shoulders.

"Peter, they don't know what a handshake is," Lucy explained, giggling.

"Oh, so I just shake his hand do I?" Evelyn said jokingly, grinned down at Lucy. She smiled back, glad that Evelyn was okay.

Holding Peter's hand, Evelyn could feel the blush that was burning across her neck and peeping up at her cheeks. In all of Evelyn's sixteen years, she had never met another person who looked like she did, and never have the opposing gender either.

"Evelyn," She muttered, keeping her head low.

"Oh, so you're the girl who left such an impression on my younger sister?" He said, crossing his arms over mockingly.

Turning to walk back into the Beavers Dam, Evelyn looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "Depends on who's asking,"

"Come inside and we'll see if we can get you some food," Mrs. Beaver said, gesturing for everyone to come in. Quickly moving back inside, Evelyn backed up against the wall away from everyone. "And some civilized company,"

"Now careful, watch your step,"

They followed Mrs. Beaver inside, with Peter giving Evelyn a strange look before sitting down at the table.

Before entering, Edmund looked back at the two mountains, realizing that he was farther away from getting where he wanted- no needed to be. If he were to become Prince of Narnia, he'd have to bring his family to Jadis soon. This was simply a detour that they were taking.

"Enjoying the scenery, are we?" Mr. Beaver said, looking at Edmund with suspicion.

Turning away from him, Edmund entered the Beavers Dam, enjoying the rush of warm air on his bare, cold face.


*WD*

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?"

"They'll have taken him to the Witch's house. And you know what they say: there's few who go through them gates that come out again," Lucy's face fell, her eyes welling in tears.

In an instant, Evelyn was up from her place at the opposite end of the Pevensies, and was next to Lucy, rubbing her shoulders soothingly.

"Fish and chips?" Mrs. Beaver said, throwing the plate down to take attention away from Beaver. She threw her husband a 'look' that one can only describe as 'loving' but 'annoyed' as well. "But there is hope dear. Lots of hope,"

Choking, Beaver spat back into his cup, causing Susan to scrunch her nose up. "Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope!"

Leaning forward, he lowered his voice. "Aslan is on the move,"

Warmth fled through Evelyn at the sound of just hearing his name. But a thought came to her mind, more like a face really. The face a smiling Jadis, contradicting all the evil she did. It made Evelyn's head hurt, the fact that she could act like two completely different people.

Edmund stood up from where he was situated on the staircase. "Who's Aslan?"

"Who's Aslan?" Beaver laughed, thinking Edmund was joking. "You cheeky little blighter!"

When no one joined in with him, Mrs. Beaver nudged him slightly, causing him to look at everyone who was currently had matching confused expressions on.

"You don't know, do you?" Beaver said, dazed.

"Well, we haven't exactly been here very long," Peter, countered.

"Come on, Evie! You at least must know about Aslan!"

"I've only read about him in books," Evelyn pointed out. "And besides, they were always so vague,"

"He's only the king of the whole wood, the top geezer… the real King of Narnia!"

"He's been away for a long while,"

"Yeah, like a 100 years," Evelyn muttered under her breath bitterly.

"But he just got back!" Beaver pretended that Evelyn hadn't spoken at all. "And he's waiting for you at the Stone Table,"

Even the name made Evelyn wince. After all, she is a traitor; it was Old Narnian Law that any traitor would be killed on the Stone Table.

"He's waiting for us?" Lucy asked, bewildered.

"You're blooming joking!" Beaver exploded. Whirling to Mrs. Beaver, he said, "They don't even know about the prophecy!"

"Wait, there's a prophecy?" Evelyn said, raising her eyebrows.

"Well, then…" Mrs. Beaver prompted.

"Look…" Beaver looked at everyone in their home. Susan, Peter and Lucy were all sitting at the table, Evelyn backed up against the wall and Edmund on the staircase. "Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police… It's all happening because of you!"

"You're blaming us?" Susan said, confused and outraged.

" No, not blaming," Mrs. Beaver, said. "Thanking you,"

"There's… a prophecy: 'When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, sits at Cair Paravel in throne, evil's time will be over and done,'"

"You know that doesn't really rhyme,"

"I know it doesn't, but you're kind of missing the point!"

"It has long been foretold," Mrs. Beaver pointed at Edmund and Peter, than Susan and Lucy. "That two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the White witch and restore peace to Narnia,"

The Pevensies looked at each other, disbelief and astonishment marred across their faces. Knowing that this would be his only time to leave, seeing as how his siblings will probably follow the Beavers, he slipped out of the door; the other's too absorbed in the compacted atmosphere that was circling them.

Evelyn saw a flicker of dark rush across the room. Turning towards the door, she found that it was exactly how they had left it. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to the Beavers, but still a nagging feeling in her chest made her uncomfortable and not able to concentrate.

"And you think we're the ones?" Peter said, dubious.

Beaver, getting slightly annoyed by how long it was taking them to explain everything, said "Well you'd better be, because Aslan's already fitting out your army!"

"Our army?" Lucy said fearfully, her doe-eyes widening.

"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war," Susan said lowly to Peter, trepidation pinning inside her stomach.

Turning towards the Beavers, Peter shook his head, his voice coming out squeaky. "I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!"

"We're from Finchley!"

Looking between themselves confused, the Beavers turned towards Evelyn, raising an eyebrow at her, in which she returned with a shrug.

"And another thing, what about Evelyn, isn't she a 'daughter of Eve'? She looks human to me," Peter said, pointing his finger at Evie.

"I'm a hundred years old,"

A pin could be heard dropping in the Beavers dam, as the Pevensies looked at Evelyn wide eyed.

"Well, technically I'm not, because I've been frozen at sixteen for eighty-four years," Evelyn said, tugging at the collar of her cloak.

Blinking rapidly, Susan stood up turning towards the Beavers. "Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have to go,"

"You can't just leave!"

"He's right!" Lucy yelled, looking up at her siblings. "We have to help Mr. Tumnus!"

The nagging feeling was back. Looking around, Evelyn turned towards the staircase where Edmund was. Or perhaps, was suppose to be.

"Erm, Peter?" She turned towards him, clenching her fists.

"It's out of our hands," He cut her off. "I'm sorry, but it's time the four of us were getting home,"

"Peter! There aren't four of you! Where is Edmund?" Evelyn grounded out, waving her hands frantically around.

"Ed?" Peter felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if his heart had just dropped into it.

Turning towards Evelyn, he gritted his teeth, shaking his head. "I'm going to kill him,"

"You may not have to… Has Edmund ever been in Narnia before?"