A/N: I'M SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY THAT I'VE BEEN GONE SO LONG!
But school is crazy, and I barely get any time to even glance at the computer!
I'm just gonna start writing...
The small group walked through Aslan's camp. Everyone surrounding them watched them with curiosity.
"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan asked through her teeth.
Lucy looked up at her sister, grinning. "Maybe they think you look funny."
Sarah, Lucy, and Ron laughed slightly and Peter and John smiled. Susan rolled her eyes.
They reached the last tent. A centaur appeared. Peter drew his sword and held it in front of him. "We have come to see Aslan."
The centaur nodded and looked at the tent. As if on cue, a great, magnificent lion emerged from the tent. We all kneeled in respect.
"Welcome Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. And welcome Sarah, John and Ron, Guardians of Narnia." Sarah's eyes widened and she glanced at her companions. Guardians? What? Everyone else looked as confused as she was. "Welcome Beavers, you have my thanks, but where is the seventh and eighth?" Aslan asked.
"That's why we're here sir... We need your help..." Peter told him quietly.
"We've had a little trouble on the way." Susan added.
"Our brother's been captured by the white witch." Peter finished.
"And my sister." John coughed.
"Captured? How could this happen?" Aslan asked.
"They betrayed them, Your Majesty." Mr Beaver said.
"Then he has betrayed us all!" Oreius growled.
"Peace, Oreius." Aslan said calmly. "I'm sure there's an explanation."
"It's my fault, really." Peter said guiltily. "I was too hard on him."
Sarah rubbed his shoulder. "We all were."
"Sir they're our siblings!" Lucy spoke up.
"I know, dear one." Aslan responded sadly. "But that only makes the betrayal all worse. This may be harder than you think."
Sarah and John stepped forward. "Aslan, may we talk to you for a moment?"
"Of course, children. Come with me."
Sarah grabbed Ron's hand and the three children followed Aslan.
They stopped on a tall hill revealing a beautiful view... And Cair Paravel.
"Aslan, I'm confused in why you called us Guardians. The Beavers said-"
"I believe the Beavers told you four sons of Adam and four daughters of Eve shall complete the prophecy. Correct?" Aslan asked. They nodded. "The beavers left out a very important part of the prophecy. Two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve shall become kings and queens, and the other two shall be Guardians, protecting the kings and queens with their lives."
The children glanced at each other before nodding. "Thank you, sir." John said.
"Anything for you, son of Adam."
John grinned and he and his siblings walked back down the hill.
...
"Are the little prince and princess uncomfortable?" Ginnabrik teased. Sanya glared at him. "Do they want their pillows fluffed? Special treatment for the special kids! Isn't that what you wanted?"
Sanya held her glare.
...
Sarah sat on a rock, staring at the sky.
What happened back at the river? She didn't understand. Did Peter kiss her? No... Or did he? She sighed and slapped herself. 'Stop it Sarah!' She scolded herself mentally.
Just then a young cheetah came up to her. "Are you alright my lady?" It was female.
Sarah laughed. "Fine. And please don't call me 'my lady'. I strongly dislike formalities. Just call me Sarah."
"Alright, Sarah." The cheetah grinned. "My name is Tabathia."
"Pleased to meet you, Tabathia." Sarah smiled.
"Do you know where your tent is?" She asked.
Sarah looked at her, confused. "What tent?"
Tabathia laughed. "Follow me."
Sarah stood up and followed Tabathia through the camp until they reached a tent. She went inside to see Lucy and Susan have claimed the beds, so Sarah got the couch. If Sanya got back... She'd get the hammock in the far left corner.
"Thank you, Tabathia." She smiled at the cheetah.
"Any time, my l- Sarah." And she left.
Sarah walked over to the trunk beside the couch and took out a pretty red dress. It looked almost medieval. Sarah quickly put it on and strapped her belt holding her daggers around her waist before hurrying outside.
Just as she did Susan's horn blared and she quickly ran towards the sound. She met up with Aslan, Tabathia, John, and other Narnians. She drew her daggers but Aslan held her back. "Wait... This is Peter's battle."
The wolf laughed menacingly. "We've been through this before. We both know you don't have the guts!"
Then he pounced. I gasped, while Lucy and Susan screamed. John winced. I knew Peter was alright, but Susan and Lucy didn't. They ran to him. I kept my swords drawn just incase.
Peter pushed the wolf off of him. Susan and Lucy pulled him into a tight embrace. He met Sarah's gaze and she smiled at him.
"Peter, clean your sword." Aslan instructed, releasing the wolf he had pinned down. "Follow him. He will lead you to Edmund and Sanya."
John and Sarah grinned before going with the centaurs, fauns, and Tabathia off to get Edmund and Sanya. Two horses joined them and Sarah and John each hopped on one and they raced towards the Witch's camp.
...
Sanya and Edmund sat, scared, in the Witch's camp. There were ogres and other ugly creatures sharpening their swords.
Sanya managed to rip off her gag and used her teeth to get Edmund's off. "I hate this place." She said.
"No kidding." Edmund muttered.
Sanya grinned. "Believe it or not... Today's my birthday. I can't believe it was only Saturday that I boarded that train to the Professor's house."
Edmund turned to her. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Happy birthday." Just as he said it, a wolf rushed into the camp, quickly followed by centaurs, fauns, a cheetah, and two horses carrying John and Sarah. Sanya grinned.
Sarah quickly jumped off her horse and raced over to them, taking out a dagger, and cutting the ropes that tied them against the tree.
"Sarah!" Sanya gasped.
"Come on, hurry." Sarah whispered. "Edmund, go with John. Sanya, come with me."
The two nodded and quickly jumped on the horse. John gave Oreius a small nod and Aslan's followers raced off.
"What's going on?" Edmund asked.
John grinned back at him. "We're taking you to Aslan and your siblings."
"Are you two feeling alright?" Sarah asked.
"Just tired and hungry." Sanya said. Edmund nodded.
"Good. You two could've been seriously injured." Sarah said.
...
They got to the camp at dawn. Sanya and Edmund went over to talk to Aslan, and Sarah and John began walking towards their tents. Just then, Peter, Susan, Lucy, and Ron emerged from their tents.
Peter looked at them hopefully and the two smiled, pointing up to the hill in which Sanya and Edmund were talking with Aslan on.
"Edmund!" Lucy cried. Peter held her back before she could run to them. Aslan gave the two children a nod before they walked down to their siblings. As they walked down, Ron sprinted over to Sanya and ended up knocking her over, hugging her tightly. Sanya laughed.
"Sanya! Sanya! I missed you so much!"
"Ron... I... Can't... Breathe!"
"Oh, sorry." Ron rolled off.
"I never really got to say hello..." Sarah grinned before also pulling Sanya into a tight embrace. "Happy (late) thirteenth birthday!" Sarah handed her the sword.
"Oh my God! Thank you, Sarah!" Sanya gasped and Sarah laughed.
"Don't thank me, thank Father Christmas."
Sanya looked up at the sky. "Thank you Father Christmas!" She yelled. She and her siblings burst out laughing.
"You should go sleep, you look exhausted." John said.
"Yeah. See you guys." Sarah showed Sanya to her tent and John and Ron walked over to the others.
"What were you laughing about?" Peter asked.
"Sanya's funny." That was Ron's answer.
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