"I Hate Prophecies"
Just to let everyone know, the story takes place in 2005 when The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe came out. Please enjoy and review!
Lucy was holding onto Davey's hand, making sure the older girl didn't suddenlly disappear like she did last time they were in Narnia.
When she had woken up and asked Tumnus where the girl had gone, the faun had told her that He made sure she was somewhere safe so that the White Witch wouldn't harm her.
Lucy was still confused about who He was, but didn't question it since Tumnus was rushing her back to the wardrobe to return to her family so she could be safe from the evil woman.
As they walked along ahead of the group, talking about random subjects as they got to know each other better, the two girls were unware of the suspicious look Peter was sending Davey's way.
Ever since she had confessed her heritage to the group, he was wary of her and didn't seem to want to trust her, despite the fact that the rest of his siblings seemed to have no issues with her.
Noticing the way her brother was glaring at the younger girl, Susan stepped up to Peter's side and slapped his arm, startling him out of his own thoughts.
"Would you stop that? Honestly, I don't understand what your problem is with Davey. She's very nice." Susan scolded.
And Lucy seemed to adore her, though Susan was unsure why.
"I can't help it. She's Japanese. You know that they have an alliance with the Germans. Who's to say she can be trusted?" Peter whispered to her heatedly.
Edmund, who had overheard what his brother said, rolled his eyes in disbelief.
Ever since the war had started, Peter had become a bit paranoid and invested himself into knowing everything he could about it, including the people the Germans had an alliance with.
He could understand his brother being distrustful of an adult Japanese man, but Davey was a girl who looked to be Edmund's age and didn't seem to look anything like an Asian person.
If anything, she looked to be a mixture of American and a different culture with her beautiful caramel colored skin.
Still, her ethnicity was no reason for Peter to be cold towards the girl.
"You've gone bonkers, Peter." Edmund scoffed.
Peter sent an aggravated look back at his younger brother who simply turned up his nose at him and glanced away.
"Ed's right. Davey is younger than you are. Besides, she's half American. Who's to say that she even lives in Japan?" Susan said as she continued to sway Peter away from doing something that would upset their sister and her new friend.
It had been difficult for Susan to believe the girl was Japanese since she didn't have the usual appearance of an Asian and she barely had an accent.
She had to study the younger girl's face closely to find the slight Asian features she had around her eyes.
"What do you want me to do? Ask her where she lives or where she was born?" Peter scoffed.
"Why not?" Susan questioned.
Clearing her throat, Susan then called out to Davey before Peter could stop her, not wanting to make the raspberry haired teen upset.
"Davey!" Susan called.
Looking over her shoulder at the brunette English girl, Davey gave her a questioning expression.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I was just wondering about something. Where were you born?" Susan asked her.
Blinking in confusion at the sudden question, Davey decided to humour her, thinking Susan was simply trying to make conversation and get to know her better.
"Me and my sister were born in Massachusetts, but we moved to Japan when I was 8." Davey informed.
The Motomiya family lived in Boston in a beautiful Victorian house that had been built in the 1700's and they had a large backyard that the sisters played in for hours when they were living there.
Sadly, they had to move away when their father's younger sister was in a terrible car accident and needed someone to watch over her.
Being the overprotective person he was, Raiden Motomiya had moved his family down to Odaiba to help his sister until she was well enough to move and continue working.
Honestly, Davey loved her aunt Kitsune (being named that because of her fiery orange hair) and was happy that she was better now, but she and Jun were both greatly upset when they were unable to continue living in their beautiful home in Boston and had to adjust to living in Odaiba.
It got even worst when, a few weeks before her 8th birthday, Myotismon had arrived and sent out his minions to kidnap families so he could devour them to become more powerful.
Needless to say, that was the worst birthday Davey had ever experienced and had tried to supress it for years until she had seen the Dracula Wannabe once again.
"Really?" Susan mused as she then sent Peter a smug expression which he rolled his eyes at.
"What about you guys? Where were you born?" Davey asked them.
It only seemed fair that she would ask them the same question they had asked her.
"We were all born in England and live in a town called Finchley." Susan explained.
"I see. Hey, is it true that it rains a lot in England? 'Cause I heard people say that it's one of the rainiest places on Earth." Davey said with innocent curiosity.
"It doesn't rain that much." Edmund scoffed.
"Though, to be honest, England has less rain than most of the United Kingdom does." Susan said.
Nodding at that, Davey then turned her attention back to Lucy who was swinging their hands back and forth.
Satisfied with the short talk they had, Susan then turned to look at Peter who seemed to be making calculations in his head.
If what Davey had said was true and he guessed her age correctly, then it meant that her family would have moved to Japan two years after Germany made an alliance with the country.
"Now will you try and give her a chance?" Susan questioned her older brother with a reprimanding stare.
"Yes, Mum, I'll try." Peter sassed.
Frowning at him, Susan resisted the urge to hit Peter and continued hiking through the snow, trying to ignore her distaste of her feet being cold and wet.
Looking up front, Peter watched as Davey smiled fondly down at Lucy as the little girl went on about her happiness of being in Narnia with everyone.
Based on the way she was looking down at Lucy and steadying her when the child almost slipped on the ice, Peter concluded that Davey wasn't a threat and was genuine in her kindness.
"I'm so excited that everyone will finally get to meet Mr. Tumnus, it will be so much fun! We'll all sit by the fire and sip tea and have lots and lot of..." Lucy trailed off.
Confused when Lucy stopped talking and her happy expression seemed to drop from her face, Davey looked forward and saw that they had arrived at Tumnus' house, but something was off.
Tumnus' door was wide open and an ominus feeling began to form in the pit of Davey's stomache as she stared at the door.
Peter, Susan and Edmund all walked up to stand behind the two girls, curious as to why they had stopped walking and seemed frozen in place.
"Lucy, Davey, what's wrong?" Susan asked when she spotted the wide open door.
Not thinking, Lucy let go of Davey's hand and rushed forward, making the four older people cry out her name and quickly chase after her.
Catching up to the youngest member of the group, Davey grabbed her hand and pulled her back, stopping her from entering the house.
"Lucy, wait. Stay behind me, okay? Let me check the place out first." Davey told the girl and gently pushed her over to Susan.
Nodding, but still looking upset, Lucy watched as Davey slowly walked into the house with Peter right behind her, the blond boy and raspberry haired girl both searching the home to see if anyone was inside.
When there seemed to be no one inside the house to jump out and attack them, Susan led Lucy and Edmund in after Peter and Davey.
What they found inside was toppled over furniture and shattered glass on the floor.
"Looks like some kind of struggle." Davey noted.
"Who would do something like this?" Lucy asked sadly.
Spotting a note that was hung on the wall by a dagger, Peter removed it and began to read what was written on it while everyone else gathered around him.
"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. Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long live the Queen." Peter read.
A feeling of dread fell over the group and Susan became serious as her eyes filled with fear while Edmund seemed very conflicted.
"All right, now we really should go back." Susan insisted.
"But what about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked.
"If he was arrested for just being with a human, I don't think there's much we can do." Susan told her.
"Susan, Lucy and I were those humans. Tumnus found us and helped us. But how did she find out about it and-and why arrest him for it? It doesn't make any sense." Davey shook her head.
Why was it such a problem for anyone in Narnia to be around humans and why would the witch have someone arrested for it?
"Maybe we can call the police." Peter suggested.
"These are the police." Susan stated as she gestured to the note.
"Don't worry, we'll think of something." Peter assured Lucy and Davey who knew Tumnus personally and were worried over the timid faun.
"Why? I mean, he's a criminal." Edmund shrugged in an unsure way.
Just then, their discussion was interupted by someone whispering 'Psst!' to them.
Confused, the group turned to look out a window and found a small bird perched on a tree branch and it repeated the 'Psst!' noise to them.
"Did that bird just 'Psst!' us?" Susan asked skeptically.
"At least its not talking." Davey joked.
Walking outside, the group watched as the bird flew off much to their confusion and they shared unsure expressions as they wondered why the bird led them out of the house, only to leave.
A tree branch snapping made everyone jump as they glanced around in worry and then the sound of leaves rustling was heard.
Peter and Davey stood in front of Lucy, Susan and Edmund, keeping them safe from whatever could be heading their way.
What they saw walk out of the brush made everyone stare in surprise, but also relaxed.
"It's a beaver." Lucy stated.
Staring at the group of humans curiously, the beaver then slowly started to walk towards them and Peter leaned towards the animal, holding his hand out and clicking his tongue.
"Here, boy. Here, boy." Peter said as he clicked his tongue.
Standing up on its hind legs, the beaver looked over Peter's fingers and did something that made the blond jump back, while Susan's and Edmund's jaws dropped and Lucy and Davey both giggled.
"I ain't gonna smell them if that's what you want." The beaver said.
"Uh, sorry." Peter said as he awkwardly backed away.
No one had been expecting the animal to talk, but Lucy and Davey seemed more amused by this while everyone else was stunned.
"Lucy Pevensie and Davinia Motomiya?" Mr. Beaver asked as he turned his attention onto the two smiling girls.
"How do you know our names?" Davey asked as she stared down at the animal.
Walking forward, Mr. Beaver then pulled a piece of cloth out and held it up for the two girls to see and Lucy's eyes lit up in recognition.
"That's the hankie I gave to Mr.-"
"Tumnus, yes. He gave it to me just before they took him." Mr. Beaver said as he handed the handkerchief to the girl.
"Is he all right?" Lucy asked him.
Glancing around, Mr. Beaver then turned back to the humans.
"Further in." He said as he began to walk off.
Taking a step forward, Peter made to follow after him, but was stopped by Susan who grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing?" Susan demanded.
"She's right. How do you know we can trust him?" Edmund backed up his older sister.
"He says he knows the faun." Peter said.
"He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything!" Susan exclaimed.
"We don't have much of a choice, though. We either follow him to find cover or stay here out in the open where we could be attack by something or freeze to death." Davey reasoned.
Susan kept silent, but pouted slightly when she realized the younger girl had a very good point.
"Everything all right?" Mr. Beaver called back when he noticed the humans weren't following him like he expected.
"Yes, we were just talking." Peter informed.
"That's better left for safer quarters." Mr. Beaver said in a low voice before he continued walking.
"He means the trees." Lucy whispered before following.
The four older children gained looks of confusion on their faces before Davey then remembered something that happened in one of her dreams.
A woman made of up flower petals had come out of a tree and waved at her once.
Could that be what Lucy and Mr. Beaver meant?
"We should get going." Peter told the others before they all started walking off after the animal.
"Come on. Don't want to be caught out here after nightfall." Mr. Beaver called over his shoulder.
Hours seemed to pass by as the sun began to set in the sky, casting darkness around them as they continued to walk on and on until they finally arrived at a large dam that was covered in snow.
"Oh, blimey! Looks like the old girl has got the kettle on. Nice cup o' rosey-lee!" Mr. Beaver grinned when he saw the steam coming from the chimney.
"It's lovely." Lucy exclaimed.
"Ah, well, there's still plenty to do. Haven't quite finished it. Here we are, then. We best get inside before it gets dark." Beaver said.
Just then, the door was opened by a female beaver who was wiping her paws off on a dish towel and wasn't looking at them as she spoke.
"Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick! If I found out you've been out with Badger again..."
Lifting her head and seeing the group of humans, Mrs. Beaver gasped and her eyes grew wide in shocked awe.
"Oh, those aren't badgers! I never thought I would live to see this day." Mrs. Beaver exclaimed.
Mr. Beaver then walked up to his wife's side and Mrs. Beaver began to fuss with her fur, trying to fix her appearance better for the company they had.
"Look at my fur! You couldn't give me ten minute's warning?" She whispered to her husband.
"I'd give you a week if I thought it would've helped." Mr. Beaver grinned at her.
She frowned at him before turning her attention back on the amused children and smiled politely at them.
"Come inside and we'll see if we can't get you some food. And some civilized company." Mrs. Beaver directed that last part at her husband.
Mr. Beaver simply laughed as his wife walked back into the dam and the humans all walked over, being led down inside.
"Now, careful. Watch your step." Mr. Beaver instructed.
Edmund was the last one to enter and he paused at the doorway, a conflicted expression on his face.
Looking behind him, he stared off into the distance where he could see a castle.
"Enjoying the scenery, are we?" Mr. Beaver questioned.
Shaking his head, Edmund then joined the rest of his siblings and their new friend inside the dam.
Once they were inside the warm and cozy dam, Mrs. Beaver took their coats and hung them up before she started preparing the tea for everyone.
Edmund stood at the back of the room, looking worried and deep in thought over something while his siblings sat down with Davey at the table.
"Is there anything we can do to help Mr. Tumnus?" Peter asked.
"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." Mr. Beaver said without any tact that had his wife scowling at him.
Seeing the distressed expression on Lucy's face, Mrs. Beaver walked over with a plate that had fish and wood chips on it and placed it on the table.
"Fish and chips, dear?" She offered.
The humans didn't move to touch the plate, but did give her polite grins.
"But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope." Mrs. Beaver said and it seemed to remind Mr. Beaver of something as he set down his drink.
"Oh, yeah, there's a bit more than hope. Aslan is on the move." Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
For some odd reason, when the name Aslan was spoken, the humans all smiled and felt a strange warm, comforting feeling surge to life inside of them.
"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked in confusion, breaking everyone out of the transe they were in.
Mr. Beaver started laughing, thinking the brown haired boy was joking and Mrs. Beaver grew serious when she saw the confused looks on the rest of the childrens' faces.
"Who's Aslan? You cheeky little blighter!" Mr. Beaver laughed.
Being nudged in the side by Mrs. Beaver and seeing the look she was giving him, it was then that Mr. Beaver realized that Edmund had been serious in his questioning.
"What? You don't know, do ya?" Mr. Beaver asked in surprise.
"Well, we haven't exactly been here for very long." Peter said sheepishly.
"Well, he's only the King of the whole wood! He's the real King of Narnia!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed loudly.
"He's been away for a very long time." Mrs. Beaver explained.
"But he just got back. And he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!" Mr. Beaver added.
"He's waiting for us?" Lucy questioned.
"You're bloomin' joking! Davinia, surely you know something about this. Out of all of the humans, you have the greatest connection to Aslan!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
That made Peter, Susan, Edmund and Luct all stare at Davey who's eyes had grown wide and her jaw dropped, looking shocked and confused by what the male beaver had told her.
"I do?!" Davey asked looking stunned.
"Are you seri-! They don't even know about the prophecy!" Mr. Beaver yelled in disbelief.
Groaning loudly at the mention of a prophecy, Davey resisted the urge to curse and complain about it.
"Well, then tell them." Mrs. Beaver urged her husband who was in shock from the humans' lack of knowledge.
"Look. Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police; it's all happening because of you!" Mr. Beaver pointed at the humans.
"You're blaming us?" Susan frowned.
"No, not blaming. Thanking you." Mrs. Beaver corrected.
"There's a prophecy. When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done." Mr. Beaver recited.
"You know, that doesn't really ryhme." Susan commented.
"I know it don't! You're kinda missing the point." Mr. Beaver responded.
"It has been long foretold that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia." Mrs. Beaver said as she pointed at the siblings.
"Then why is Davey here?" Peter asked.
"Peter!" Susan scolded.
"No, no. I'm with blondie. Why am I here? I mean, what's the pont of me being here?" Davey asked the beavers feeling greatly confused.
She also ignored the look Peter sent her when she had called him 'blondie'.
Obviously, he wasn't used to hearing someone call him that or by any name other than his own.
"It's another part of the prophecy. It says that a third Daughter of Eve from a different time will be chosen by Aslan to come to Narnia with the siblings and help them defeat the White Witch. Her destiny is to protect them." Mr. Beaver explained.
"Okay, hold up! Different time? What do you mean by that?" Davey asked with a small glare when his words registered properly in her mind.
Gaining a serious expression, the male beaver then leaned forward and stared straight at the girl who looked to be growing aggravated with the news she was receiving.
"What year were you born, love?" Mr. Beaver asked her.
"1991. Why?" Davey narrowed her eyes.
"What?!" Susan and Peter exclaimed loudly while Lucy looked at the girl in shock.
"What? What's with the yelling?" Davey questioned as she saw the looks of horror and disbelief on the siblings' faces.
"There is no way you were born in 1991! It's only 1940 back home!" Peter exclaimed.
Hearing that, Davey's jaw and she remembered exactly what that date meant, realizing now why Peter had been wary around her when she told him she was Japanese.
"What?! There's no way! You guys are from, like, 60 years in the past! Oh, man, you guys are living during World War 2? That sucks!" Davey yelled in shock and disbelief.
Emotions were running high between the three older teenagers who were unable to believe what they were hearing or have learnt about each other.
"I don't believe this! You're from the future? How can that be?" Susan gasped.
Whining, Davey buried her fingers in her hair, feeling shocked by everything that was thrust upon her and the other children.
"Wait a moment. If you're from the future then...does the war end?" Peter asked with a hopeful look in his bue eyes.
This was something important that he needed to learn, something that would give him hope that his family would be safe and be brought back together one day soon.
"Yes. Don't remember when, though." Davey sighed as she rubbed at her throbbing head.
"Everyone calm down. I know this is a lot to deal with, but you must remain calm. Here, drink your tea, dear." Mrs. Beaver comforted as she pushed the cup over to the distressed teen.
"Back onto the subject, you lot need to prepare yourselves because Aslan's already fitted out your army." Mr. Beaver informed.
"And the hits just keep coming." Davey muttered in annoyance as she gulped down the scalding tea, ignoring the burn it left in her throat.
"Our army?!" Lucy questioned in shock.
"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war!" Susan said to Peter.
Although she was still in disbelief about Davey being from the future, Susan was happy to hear that the war their father was fighting in would eventually end.
"I think you made a mistake. We're not heroes." Peter told the beavers.
"We're from Finchley!" Susan exclaimed.
"And Odaiba." Davey muttered.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have to go." Susan said as she stood.
"You can't just leave." Mr. Beaver protested.
"He's right. We have to help Mr. Tumnus." Lucy interjected.
"It's out of our hands. I'm sorry. But it's time we better be getting home." Peter said sadly.
Davey then turned her attention back onto the distressed little girl and took her hand in her own, trying to provide comfort to Lucy who then gripped her hand back.
"Ed-" Peter turned to look at his brother and froze.
The door was open and Edmund was gone, which made the group all turn to stare in surprise as they wondered how he had left without anyone noticing.
"I'm gonna kill him." Peter growled.
"You might not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?" Mr. Beaver asked making everyone look at him.
"Please don't tell me you think the witch found him and brain washed him." Davey said as she felt sick.
She prayed that Edmund wouldn't be turned into someone cruel and evil by the witch like what MaloMyotismon did to Ken.
"That's exactly what I think." Mr. Beaver said.
Growling loudly at this, Davey quickly stood up and grabbed her coat on the way out the door while Peter was on her heels, following after her to stop Edmund from making a huge mistake.
To be continued...