The bird flew away by the time I made it outside.
"Where has the bird gone?" I asked Susan looking up into the tree.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Anywhere, by now."
"Did you hear that?" Edmund asked us looking towards the pathway we came in from.
"Hear what Ed?"
We all stayed quiet and still trying to hear what Edmund was hearing.
"What are you all up to?" Peter asked walking towards the group of us.
"Shh!"
"That! Right there!" Edmund exclaimed.
Susan moved closer to me holding onto my arm, I could feel Lucy back up into me and Peter holding onto her, Edmund, was in back of us still listening for the sound. Now the sound was loud and everyone could here it. I felt Susan's frightened grip on my arm. I could hear the sound shuffling around and suddenly a brown object came from behind a rock.
"Oh, it was just a beaver," Susan's voice was relieved.
Peter put his hand out trying to motion for the beaver to come closer to us.
"I'm not going to smell it if that's what you want."
My eyes widened, and from what I was guessing so did the Pevensies.
"Um…sorry." Peter's voice sounded embarrassed.
"Lucy Pevensie?" The beaver asked, giving Lucy a hanky. How did he know Lucy's name? Did he know everyone else's as well?
"This is the hanky I gave Mr. Tumnus."
"He gave it to me…just before they took him." The beavers face was sad.
"Is he alright?" Lucy voice sounded as if there was hope.
"Further in, follow me." The Beaver turned around and started towards some high cliffs. Peter and Lucy started to follow him.
"What are you doing?" Susan pulled on Peter's shoulder.
"She's right, how do we know we can trust him?" I was surprise by Edmund. Even though he was the one who wanted to look around, I agreed with him completely. It's wasn't smart to go with a stranger, even if it is a talking beaver
"He says he knows the faun." Peter is probably the most naive person I have met.
"He's a beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything." Susan exclaimed. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the beaver.
"Is everything alright?" The beaver said popping his head from over a rock.
"Yes, we where just talking." Peter glanced at Susan and then continued to walk with the beaver.
"Well we better take it to somewhere safer." The beaver was looking around the forest. I was starting to become frightened, I started to imagine the scariest creature jump out, and attack us in the woods.
"He means the trees, they can hear us." Lucy muttered. What? First you get arrested for being with a bloody human, and now the tree's can hear your conversation. I'm starting to agree with Susan. Maybe we should go back.
No one said anything after that. Peter just sighed and turned around to follow the beaver. I looked over to Susan in protest.
"Come on." She muttered under her breath. I took a deep breath and walked next to her. The walk was long and cold. Even though the scenery was breath taking, I was still afraid of might be ahead of us. We where now walking through a trail of huge cliffs on both sides of us. Finally we walked through the tunnel and walked out to a clearing. I looked out to see a small lake and a fairly large dam sitting atop of it. I heard Mr. Beaver
"Well here we are," Mr. Beaver said stopping and admiring his home, "It's a beauty isn't it?"
"It's lovely." Lucy said with enthusiasm.
We walked down the steep hill towards the dam. The more we advanced towards the dam, the bigger it became. Once I noticed a chimney connected to the dam I become more willing to go inside, craving the warmness.
"And here we are." Mr. Beaver said leading us around the dam and towards the entrance of the door. The outside of the dam was skillfully crafted, and I wouldn't be surprised to find out that Mr. Beaver built it. The windows had a homely look and I could smell something cooking inside.
"Beaver is that you?" A woman's voice said, "I've been worried sick, if I find out that you've been out with Badger again I'll-."
A beaver waddled around the dam and stopped talking right when she noticed us walking behind her husband. She let out a friendly laugh. I watched as she waddled towards us.
"Well isn't this a surprise, I never thought I would live to see this day." I looked over at Susan smirking, I couldn't help it. She shrugged her arms and looked back at the female beaver. We watched as her and her husband fuddled around with there words discussing something.
"Well come on in, so we can get you some food." I waited until Peter, Lucy and Susan were in the house before I climbed in. Once I did jump in I immediately looked around. The inside of the house was extraordinary. Everything was smaller then I was used to but I thought it was cute. It was kind of like the play house and little girl would want. The house was warm and homey; it had a very comfortable feeling about it.
"Come sit down." Mrs. Beaver patted on a small chair. I and everyone else walked over towards the table. Peter sat on the ground, Lucy sat on a low stool, and I followed Susan, to where Mrs. Beaver was standing in what seemed to be a kitchen.
"Here you girls go." Mrs. Beaver handed Susan a cup, "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
Susan walked past me and sat down with her siblings at the table. Mrs. Beaver filled four more mugs and handed me to.
"Could you please give these to the remaining children my dear?"
"Yes," I smiled taking the two cups from her hands and walking to the table, sitting the first cup in front of Peter.
"Thanks," Peter Muttered. I didn't bother to answer back. I sat the last cup in front of Lucy.
"Thank you Emily," She said picking up the cup and taking a long sip.
"Your welcome," I said walking into the kitchen, and picking up the lat two mugs. I walked over to Edmund, who was sitting alone in the corner.
"Thanks Emily," Edmund smiled.
"Why are you alone?" I asked him, "Come with us to the table."
"No, no," He said, "I'm fine right here."
"Alright…" I smiled.
I walked over to the table and took a seat on the ground between Susan and Lucy.
"Is there anything we can do to help Mr. Tumnus?" Peter asked Mr. Beaver.
"The only way is to go through the White Witches gates; and you know what they say, those who go through them, usually don't come back out." He looked over to his wife, who nodded in agreement.
"But can't we do something, can't we bail him out?" Peter asked.
"Bail him out!?" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"Well hopefully, he will be released," I said trying to keep the tears from developing in Lucy's eyes.
Mr. Beaver spit his drink back into his mug.
"There's a right bit more then hope." He sounded upset and annoyed. I was having a hard time understanding him because of his slang. Mr. Beaver leaned into the table and whispered, "Aslan is on the move."
There was silence at the table as everyone took in Mr. Beaver's words.
"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked walking towards the table, I was thankful he asked, because my mind was whirling with confusion. Mr. Beaver laughed at Edmunds question.
"Who's Aslan?" He laughed even harder. Mrs. Beaver nudged her husband on the side to stop him from laughing. I looked around the table and noticed that I was not the only one confused, "you really don't know do ya."
"Well we haven't exactly been here for very long." Peter said a bit irritated.
"Well, he's only the king of the whole wood, the top geezer, the real king of Narnia," Mr. Beaver said matter of factly.
"He's been away for a long while." Mrs. Beaver mentioned cupping her hands together.
"But, he's just gone back, and he's waiting for you at the stone table!" Mr. Beaver said excited.
"Stone table?"
"He's looking for us?" I could hear fear in Lucy's voice.
"You're blooming joking!" Mr. Beaver slammed his hands against the wooden table, "They don't even know about the prophecy."
"Well then…" Mrs. Beaver motioned towards us.
Mr. Beaver took a deep breath. "Look, Aslan's return, Tumnus arrest, the secret police, it's all happening because of you."
"You're blaming us?" Susan asked.
"No not blaming, thanking you." Mrs. Beaver said stroking Susan's hand.
"There is a prophecy, when Adams' flesh and Adams' bone sits on the throne of Cair Paravel, the evil time will be over and done." Mr. Beaver was using his hands while he talked. I looked up at Edmund to see him looking out the door, I watched as he climbed out not looking back. I figured he was just going out for a fresh breath of air.
"You know, that doesn't really rhyme." I looked over to Susan and rolled my eyes. It didn't much bother me, before when she would make smart comments to her sibling, especially Peter. But now she was really starting to get under my skin. I looked over at Mrs. Beaver who must have seen me roll my eyes, because she gave me an unpleased look. I looked down, feeling my black eye.
"You're kind of missing the point." Mr. Beaver was starting to get impatient.
Mrs. Beaver stroked her husbands shoulder again.
"Two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defend the white witch, and restore peace to Narnia."
I looked at everyone's face. We couldn't be the ones to restore Narnia because we obviously don't have the right amount of people.
"And you think we're the ones?" I looked over to Peter. His facial expression looked scared.
"You better be, because Aslan's already out figuring out your army." Mr. Beaver stood up from his seat again.
"Our Army?" Lucy asked.
Susan turned to Peter.
"Mum sent us away, so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." Susan was desperate now to leave and never return. Peter turned to the beavers.
"I think you've made a mistake," Peter's voice was shaky, "Where not heroes."
"We're from Finchly," Susan got up from her seat, "Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have to go."
I stood up next to Susan.
"You can't just leave." Mr. Beaver raised his voice.
"He's right; we have to help Mr. Tumnus." Lucy sat in her spot and looked at us with a desperate face.
"Lucy, it's out of our hands." Peter said, raising his voice just an ounce. "It's time for the five of us to be getting home...Ed?"
Peter repeated his younger brother's name two more times. He looked over towards Susan, "I'm gonna kill him."
"You may not have to." We all looked over to the male Beaver surprised by his comment, "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?"
We where all quiet. From what I know, he did.
"What if he has been?" Lucy stood up from the small stool.
"Did he ever mention something about interacting with anyone?" Mr. Beaver whispered his words but his voice was frightening.
"No." Peter's answer was uncertain and I could see in his eyes he was afraid. I felt Susan's nails digging deeper into my arm.
"What is it that we need to do to get to our brother?" Peter was walking towards the small door.
"The only thing we can hope for now is that we can find, maybe some of his footsteps in the snow."
Peter was already out the door. His actions where frightening now. I felt the hands that were wrapped around my arms release, and Susan followed Peter out the door. The Beavers, Lucy, and I were the only ones still inside the house.
"Come on." I tried to make my voice as gentle as possible. I grabbed her small hand and led her out the door. I looked back to see Mr. and Mrs. Beaver closing the door behind us. They walked quickly ahead of us trying to catch up with Peter and Susan. Nighttime was falling over the land which made the sky a dark shade of blue. The temperature had also dropped a tremendous amount of degrees. I hugged my coat closer to my body, as I held Lucy's hand with my other hand. Lucy and I hiked as quickly as possible behind the Beavers. After about seven minutes of hiking we reached a clearing in the forest.
Mr. and Mrs. Beaver stopped and looked out into the clearing. I looked up from the snow to see the most extraordinary sight yet. A huge castle was in front of us rising tall to the sky. But the only thing about this castle was that it was made from ice. It was lit up immensely and the colors were so beautiful, my favorite color.
I looked closely at the large castle gates and noticed a small black dot walking into the large doors.
"Edmund!" Lucy yelled, letting go of my hand. Mr. Beaver shushed her.
Suddenly, Peter dashed towards the castle.
"No!" Mr. Beaver shouted grabbing onto the ends of Peter's Jacket and pulling him back
"Get off of me!" Peter was still struggling to get towards the castle.
"You're falling into the witches trap." I looked over to Mr. Beaver confused. "What trap?" Susan yelled running towards Peter and holding him back, "What does she want with us?"
"He's the bait." Mr. Beaver referred to Edmund.
"What?" he asked.
"To stop the prophecy" Mr. Beaver yelled, "To kill you."
