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I saw staring at the tallest tree I had ever seen. I can't climb that. It's just way too high. The Beavers, Susan and Lucy were already half way up and here I am frozen as a rock. Peter turned around to see that I wasn't moving.
"Come on Katie."
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I mean, I've climbed trees before but never ones that high," I explained.
"Would you rather be here with the wolves," said the fox who was pushing me with his nose.
I looked at Peter and said, "Out of my way. I'm going up."
I ran up the tree with Peter right behind me. I grabbed one of the braches when it suddenly broke. I would have slipped if it wasn't for Susan who grab my hand right away. When Peter and I were finally on the branch next to the others, the barrel that was blocking the tunnel flew right off. The wolves ran out of the tunnel to see the fox. Fox used his tail to sweep away our footprints in the snow. The wolves started to circle around Fox as if he is their prey.
"Greetings, gents." said Fox politely. "Lost something have we?" he asks.
"Don't patronize me!" snaps one of the wolves. By the way the sounded, he must be the leader Maugrim. "I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans."
Fox laughs at him. "Humans? Here in Narnia?" he said in disbelief. "That's a valuable bit of information, don't you think?"
One of the wolves behind Fox pounces and clamps his mouth on his back biting him. Fox yelps in pain and has been lifted off the ground. Lucy lets out a gasp and Peter places his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. Mrs. Beaver has the done the same to Mr. Beaver. My eyes were wide in fear.
"Your reward is your life." said Maugrim. "It's not much, but still. Where are the fugitives?" he asks menacingly.
Fox whimpers in pain. He seems to be thinking it over. He looks up and stared right at me. I shook my head trying to tell him please don't tell. He looked back at Maugrim. I closed my eyes waiting for his response.
"North. They ran north." he said in defeat.
I opened my eyes in shock. He lied to protect us.
"Smell them out." Maugrim orders.
The wolf holding Fox release him by throwing him in air skidding a few feet in the snow. He yelps in pain lifting his head before falling again and losing conscious.I was the first one to climb down the tree. When my feet landed on the snow again, I ran to the fox to see if he wasn't dead. When I saw his chest was moving, I was relieved. I touched his head as he turned and looked at me.
"You ok," I asked.
"I'm fine Protector. Don't worry about me," he said.
My mind caught something he said. Did he call me Protector? Mr. Beaver has gathered some pieces of wood to create a fire while Mrs. Beaver was attending to Fox. When we were all settle down, Lucy asked what happened to the animals who were turned to stone.
"They were helping Tumnus. The Witch got here before I did." He moaned and yelped in pain as Mrs. Beaver touched a sensitive spot while cleaning the wound.
"Are you all right?" Lucy said with concern for Fox.
"Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite." he said with bitterness. "Ow!" he cried.
"Oh stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day." she said to Fox.
"Worst day of the year." said Mr. Beaver whispering to us. Lucy and I giggled when he said that.
Fox moved himself away from Mrs. Beaver. "Thank you for your kindness," he stood up. "But I'm afraid that's all the cure I have time for."
"You're leaving?" said Lucy looking at him.
He gives a bow. "It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honor, but time is short and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops." he said.
"You've seen Aslan?" Mr. Beaver asks with amazement.
Mrs. Beaver gasps and smiled. "What's he like?"
Fox looks down with a smile. "Like everything we've ever heard." he said, and then he looks at us. "You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch." he said.
I looked at Peter to see what he would say. His mind was somewhere else.
Susan was the one who spoke. "But we're not planning on fighting any witch."
Fox looked confused when he heard Susan. He turned to Peter hoping he would say something different.
"But surely, King Peter, the prophecy!" he said.
"We can't go to war without you." said Mr. Beaver looking at Peter too.
Peter thinks for a while and knows that Susan will not back out. He throws a twig into the fire.
"We just want our brother back." he said sadly.
The fox looks at me with hope. "Protector, you'll help us."
I was startled when he called me Protector again. I looked around me to make sure he was referring to someone else.
"I'm sorry but what did you call me," I asked.
Fox looked confused. His eyes widened as he turned to the Beavers. "You haven't told her yet?"
Now I was confused more than ever. "Told me what?"
Mr. Beaver looked at Fox with guilt. "We didn't have time to tell her."
Susan was getting more annoyed than ever.
"Sorry to interrupt, but can you please explain to us what you're not telling us," she said.
Mr. Beaver sighed and looked at me. "There was another prophecy we didn't tell you yet. Along with the two Kings and Queens will be another Daughter of Eve. That Daughter of Eve will be the Protector of Narnia who will protect the Kings and Queens from the Witch. We figured you were the one because the last Protector of Narnia's last name was Laken. He protected the last Queen until Aslan sent him to the other world. We wanted to tell you soon."
My eyes widen when I heard Mr. Beaver's story. A thought came to my head and I knew I had to ask.
"What was the last Protector's first name," I asked.
"Harold Laken," said Fox.
My whole body became cold. I felt a few tears about to fall out of my eyes. Peter saw my face and became worried.
"Katie, what's wrong," he said me.
I looked up into his eyes. My eyes suddenly got teary as I said to them, "Harold Laken was my dad."
Lucy gasped as Susan grew concerned. Peter put his arms around me to comfort me. I took a deep breath and looked back at Fox.
"I'll do whatever I can," I said to him.
Fox smiled and bows at the four of us before leaving in the trees vanishing from sight.
"Tomorrow is going to be a long day." says Mrs. Beaver. "You are going to need your strength. I think it's time for you to get some sleep."
I laid on the snow to try to get some sleep. My dad was the Protector of Narnia? Why didn't he tell me? Maybe because I wouldn't believe him. I smiled at the thought of my dad and closed my eyes. I felt someone pushing me to wake me up.
"Five more minutes Mom," I said.
"Wake up Katie. It's time to go." I opened my eyes, trying to blink the sleep away from them. In front of me stood Peter. He smiled at me. "Did you actually think I was your Mom?"
I smiled back at him and said, "Well you do sound like her." Peter's smile dropped into a frown. I laughed and said, "I'm kidding Peter. You sound fine."
He helped me up and we started our journey. It felt like hours when we stopped on a hill. My mouth dropped when I saw a huge area of Narnia. It was so beautiful.
"Now," said Mr. Beaver. "Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river." He points forward in some direction.
Peter and I were both shook out of our daydream.
"River?" Peter said.
"The river's been frozen solid for a hundred years." said Mrs. Beaver reassuring.
Peter looks back staring. "It's so far."
"It's the world, dear." pointed out Mrs. Beaver. "Did you expect it to be small?"
Susan looks at Peter. "Smaller." I sighed and followed Susan down the hill.
We continue walking until the trees have vanished completely. Now we walk on a flat barren field that is easy to spot us within hundreds of miles. It was so white that when you look at it, you can get blind because of the reflection from the sun. My feet were getting tired from the walking. I felt a hand grabbed my hand. I looked down and saw Lucy smiling at me.
"What do you think of Narnia Katie," she said.
"It's amazing. If we weren't running form a Witch I might enjoy it better," I said.
I looked up and saw Peter smiling at me. My face was blushing again. Lucy looked at me to Peter and she knew what was going on.
"So, Peter's a great guy right," she asked.
I looked startled.
"What? Oh yeah, he nice for a friend," I said.
"Oh come on Katie. I know you liked him," Susan said as she walked slower so we can catch up to her.
"And he likes you," Lucy whispered to me.
I rolled my eyes at them.
"Ok, you two are obsessed," I said.
Lucy and Susan laughed.
"Come on, Humans!" shouts Mr. Beaver for the hundredth time. "While we're still young."
"If he tells us to hurry one more time," said Peter, playfully. He goes on his knee to let Lucy climb up his back. "I'm gonna turn him to into a big fluffy hat."
He gets back up holding Lucy steady. Lucy and I giggled.
"Hurry up! Come on!" shouted a very annoying voice.
"He is getting a little bossy." said Lucy speaking for everyone.
"No!" Mrs. Beaver yells looking frantic. "Behind you! It's her!"She screams.
As one we turn around to see something moving toward us fast. It's a sleigh being pulled by reindeers.
''Run!" yells Mr. Beaver.
Peter puts Lucy down grabs her hand and starts to run. Susan and I got a head start on running. I looked back to see if she was closer or far. She was defiantly catching up to us.
"Inside!" said Mr. Beaver finding a small like cave to hide us. "Dive!"
We all dived in the cave and huddled ourselves together. Lucy grabbed my hand while we all were hoping that the Witch won't see us. A large black shadow looms over us in the distance standing there. My heart dropped as the shadow stood still. The shadow turned and walked away.
"Maybe she's gone." suggest Lucy.
"I suppose I'll go look," Peter said. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Are you crazy? She'll kill you if you go up. I'll do it," I said.
"No! Both of you worth nothing to Narnia dead." he tells Peter.
"Well, neither are you, Beaver." says Mrs. Beaver taking his hand.
"Thanks, sweetheart." he says fondly.
Mr. Beaver left the cave leaving us to wait. A few minutes went by and he hasn't come back. What if she killed him? What is she turned him into stone? Suddenly Mr. Beaver head popped up and looked right at us. Lucy screamed as I grabbed Peter's arm.
"Come out! I hope you've all been good 'cause there's someone here to see you," said Mr. Beaver all excited.
I looked at Peter and let go of him arm. As we all got out of the cave, my mouth dropped wide open. There stood a man with a full white beard and a brown coat. He laughed when he saw me stare in awe.
Lucy smiled and ran up to him. "Merry Christmas, sir."
He smiled at Lucy. "It certainly is, Lucy since you have arrived."
We were all in awe except Susan of course. "Look, I've put with a lot since I got here, but this..."
"We thought you were the Witch." Peter said turning to face Father Christmas. I knew he didn't want Susan say something mean to Father Christmas.
Father Christmas looks a little guilty. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that, but, uh, in my defense, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch." he explains.
Susan walks forward. "I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia."
"No, not for a long time.' he explains."But the hope that you brought, your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken the Witch's power. Still, I dare say you could do with these." He reaches into the sleigh and pulls out a huge bag in front of us.
"Presents!" cries Lucy running forward.
Father Christmas pulls out from his bag a bottle filling with red liquid. He turned to Lucy and smiled. "The juice of the fire-flower. One drop will cure any injury." He hands her the bottle and he also pulled a small dagger. "And though I hope you never have to use it."
Lucy takes the dagger and looks at it. "Thank you, sir." She looks at him. "But I think I could be brave enough."
His smile fades and appears dismal. "I'm sure you could but battles are ugly affairs." Lucy nods her head and steps back to the others looking at her new 'gifts'.
"Susan." She steps forward. Father Christmas pulls out a beautiful bow and arrows with red feathers at the end. "Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss." He hands her the bow and arrows.
Susan was hesitant as she grabbed her 'gifts.' She looked at Father Christmas with concern. "What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'?"
Father Christmas laughs at her. "Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard." He reached into his bag and pulled out a horn. "Blow on this and wherever you are. Help will come." He hands her the horn. Susan nodded and walked back.
"Katie." I was startled when he called me name. Lucy had to push me forward to walk to Father Christmas. I was nervous as he reached into his back. He pulled out a sword and the end of the sword is golden lion's head. "Since you're the Protector of Narnia, use this sword for yours and others protection. If you ever feel scared, remember to trust yourself and your sword. Your bravery is you." He reached into the bag again and pulled out a golden locket. "Your Father gave this to me when he was the Protector. He told me to give it to you when I see you here in Narnia."
I asked him if he could help me with my locket. He smiled and agreed. I turned around as he helped my put my necklace around me. My finger touches the locket and I felt like my dad was right beside me. I turned back to Father Christmas and thanked him. I placed my sword in its shield and I walked back to the others.
"Peter." He is the last one to receive his. "The time to use these may be near at hand." He hands Peter a silver shield and a sword. Peter takes out the sword and the metal shines like the sun. I knew Peter loved the sword.
"Thank you, sir." he said.
"These are tools," Father Christmas said in a serious voice. "Not toys. Bear them well and wisely. Now, I must be off. Winter is almost over and things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years." He picks up the bag and lays it back in the sleigh. Then he sits in his sleigh and looks at us. "Long live Aslan! And Merry Christmas!" Father Christmas shakes the reins and the reindeer heads off.
We waved goodbye to him and saying. "Merry Christmas." "Nice seeing you." "Happy New Year."
Lucy looks at Susan and. "Told you he was real." I smiled as Susan rolled her eyes.
"He said winter was almost over." he says slowly. "You know what that means."
My eyes widen as I realize where he was going at.
"No more ice," I said.
And there you have it! Another chapter done! AND THE BIG RIVER SCENE IS NEXT! Please Review!
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