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A/N: I want to apologize for updating this late, I've been really busy and didn't have much time to post (and in that time frame I saw Narnia 3!). I do hope you like this chapter, since things do take a turn, which I do hope you will enjoy. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and added this to their favorites/story alerts! Here we learn a lot more about Charlotte's life and inner turmoil, and we just might begin to understand why she believes Lucy...enjoy :)

Impossible

Peter's outburst the other day had been an evident blow to me, but the letter from my mum seemed to make up for its pain. I'd set the letter down on the nightstand in my room, and read it every night, pursing the locket into my soul, and settling the words of my mother in my heart. I had pieces of my family with me wherever I went, never to be torn away, but to be treasured, until life itself would end.

A warm, Sunday evening found me lying against the old oak tree in the Professor's backyard. The tree was masculine and sturdy, and was experienced in the things of the past. I was fascinated at the secrets in held, the treasures it had been told of; I wanted to pour my feelings out, right then and there, but something told me in was best to keep it to myself. But I had to tell someone… Who?

I had taken the opportunity to ponder on Peter's heart, yet I wondered how I would get through all the barriers, since it seemed everything was shut and locked so Peter himself couldn't understand. I went back to the time before the war started. Peter was a selfless, playful boy, in heart and in appearance, and it seemed nothing would get in the way of his ambitions, or his happiness. I'd remembered when I'd looked over the hedge some years past and see him and his father build model airplanes, or explore how things were made. Once the war started and his father left, he was forced to mature very quickly, and peeking over hedge several times later I'd see him squabbling with his siblings, or looking up at the sky, examining the familiar shape of smoke, that once was a plane; maybe he'd wished he could've gone down with it, but no, he wouldn't dare. He seemed to have mixed emotions, one minute he was gay and triumphant, the next he was brooding and pensive. It took great courage to get through to his real, true soul, and it was a heartbreaking sight to see that he was corrupting himself.

But another thing crossed my mind. Why the sudden uncertainty of staying home, or fighting in the war? It was something I didn't want to think about, but I had to, all the same. The regulations of his family, his relationship with me, and fear of disappointment from his parents. His father left for the war for justification of his country, but he would leave…for vengeance. He was tied between the promise he'd made to protect his family, and the burning passion to rid the world of injustice. It was a hard decision. But he was standing his ground.

Peter, Susan and I had tried to be the best family Edmund and Lucy had ever had, but sometimes it was difficult. Edmund had been in a worse mood than he was before going to Narnia and it was evident to us all. His constant squabbling with Lucy and his sudden outbursts at the rest of us wasn't something to take lightly, yet we didn't know what to do.

We'd been getting some very good weather for the past few days, and an early Tuesday morning found me walking the professor's grounds, finally stopping at near the front gate. I saw a shadowy figure leaning against it, and I walked towards it, realizing it was Peter. I took great pains as I walked towards him, and rested my arms against the dark, iron gate. He didn't turn to look at me; it seemed as though he was lost in his own little world.

"You're lucky, you know," he whispered, and I saw tears in his eyes.

"How?" I asked, turning to him.

"You're an only child, you can do nearly whatever you want to do, and you don't have the pressure of taking care of your family, if one member dies."

I pondered on his words for a moment. "It's not like that at all," I whispered, looking down, his eyes finally moved to me. "My mum had six miscarriages, and I was the fourth child she'd conceived, but the only child who lived. She wanted children, she wanted a big family, but it wasn't possible. When dad went missing in action she decided to find him, and if she didn't, she'd kill herself trying. She really wants to die. Her life was nothing she'd imagined it to be. Her heart was breaking, and though she tried to stay strong, the enemy prevailed over her. I don't know what to do, if my dad dies, and she dies…I'd have to live alone." My emerald eyes welled with tears but I blinked them back, standing my ground.

"You have a family, people who love you!" I continued, turning to him, the tears re-surfacing again and spilling over my lids. "If you really look at it, I have no one. My mum is killing herself, in who knows what ways, and a letter just might be on the way, reporting my father's death! Don't throw away what kept you alive, what, kept you strong, Peter. You deserve to live a life full of love, not hatred, not copying what other people are doing. Don't let go of your life." I turned away and ran, and I ignored him calling my name.

The next few days for the both of us were spent in solitude, and I wondered if even our friendship itself was coming to an end. I didn't want to lose him to something that was guaranteed to kill, and I didn't want to lose him to that something which was in vain. Bloody… I thought. Was there not a cause?

Susan, apart from the rest of us, had had quite enough of this drama, and proposed to play a game of cricket. Peter and I couldn't have cared less, but if it enlightened the younger Pevensie's spirits there was no harm in trying. We set up in the professor's backyard, careful of tampering with Mrs. Macready's well being, and began to play. We'd tried to coax Lucy to join in, but she was in such a mood that we could've mistaken her to be Edmund! She settled herself down by the creek and let herself drown in a book that she'd brought, and we nearly gave up all hope of getting through to her.

Edmund, however, was in one of his persuasive moods, and tried to get us to play anything but cricket.

"What's gotten into him?" Susan peered at me. I shrugged, not knowing what to think.

"Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket!" Peter said dramatically, bowling the ball towards the three stock still wickets, but he hit Edmund's leg, instead.

"Ow!" His sassy, sulky nature rose again.

"Whoops," Peter said sarcastically, "wake up dolly daydream!" he reached his hands out to catch the ball.

It had rolled ever behind Susan, and I went to retrieve it. Peter's expression was unnaturally grave when I caught the ball.

He didn't even look at me! I realized in shock. Maybe our friendship was coming to an end. Maybe I was just being selfish. I ended it at that.

"Why can't we play hide and seek again?" Edmund asked. I saw Lucy's head peek out from around the far side of the tree.

"I thought you said it was a kid's game." Peter reasoned.

"Besides," Susan countered, "we could all use the fresh air!"

"It's not like there isn't air inside." Ed whispered.

Susan eyes took on an ominous glare. Edmund shrugged it off.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked, becoming his old, competitive self again.

"Are you?" Edmund countered, holding up the bat.

Peter cantered up, wound his hand, and let the ball fly. Edmund hit it with all his might and it flew to the side...the wrong side. We heard an ear-splitting crash, and suddenly realized…We ran into the house and up the several winding flights of stairs into the library near our rooms, and found an armored knight collapsed on the floor, with several sheets of thin glass adorning it.

Peter glared at his younger brother. "Well done, Ed!"

"You bowled it!" Edmund retorted.

"What in the world is going on up there!" Mrs. Macready's voice sounded.

Peter's eyes took on a look of remorse. "Run!" was all he said.

We ran frantically, trying to find a hiding place. Yet, no matter where we ran, we always heard swift steps coming towards us.

"She's faster than she looks, come on!" I said, running the other direction, up the several never ending flights of stairs. We tried several doors that were locked, and finally, entered the room with the wardrobe.

Edmund ran to it and opened the door. "Well, come on!" he persuaded.

"Oh, you've got to be joking!" Susan's glare deepened. The footsteps suddenly became nearer, and I suddenly found myself rushing inside the immense closet.

The footsteps stopped, and the handle began to turn. Peter's lighting blue eyes grew wide. He shut the door.

"Get back!" he whispered heatedly. We all began to move back, as fast as we could. There were several shouts of, "Ouch! Get off me!" and we finally all fell back, onto…something crusty, and wet. I knew immediately.

"Charlotte," Peter whispered. We stood up, in Narnia. Narnia! I was right to believe. It was a wood, a forest, all covered in snow. Mounds of white snow.

"Impossible," Susan breathed.

"I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quite cover it?" Peter asked Lucy hopefully.

"No," the younger girl began, then beaned a snowball at Peter. "But that might!"

An intense snowball fight began. Edmund had stepped off to the side, and Susan and I turned to hit him.

"Ow!" he winced, moving back. "Stop it!"

"You little liar!" Peter said.

"You didn't believe her!" he said defensively.

"Apologize to Lucy," he nodded to her. Ed hesitated. "Say you're sorry!" Peter's eyes took on a look of rage.

"Alright, I'm sorry!"

"That's alright," Lucy's expression was mischievous, "some little children just don't know when to stop pretending."

Edmund shot a menacing glare at her. "Shouldn't we take a look around?" he coaxed, turning to twin mountains that seemed very far away. I peered at him.

"Lucy should decide," I saw her face light up.

"Let's all meet Mr. Tumnus!" she said excitedly.

"Well then, Mr. Tumnus it is!" Peter said, going back into the wardrobe and returning with five fur coats. He handed one of them to each of us.

"Good, we won't freeze to death!" Susan rolled her eyes.

"When you think about it, logically," Peter said primly, "we're not even taking them out of the wardrobe." He handed one to Edmund.

"That's a girl's coat!" he said, moving back.

"I know," Peter seethed, shoving the coat into him.

I laughed, and for a second Peter's eyes met mine. We'd begun walking, and I wondered why Peter hadn't apologized to me. I'd believed Lucy too, so wasn't that some reason to say sorry? Maybe I was just being selfish. I set it aside for now.

We walked through the cold forest, taking in all our surroundings. It seemed a bit surreal, being in your own world one minute, and being in a magical, unknown land, the next. Lucy stopped at the lamppost, and began to tell us about her adventure with Mr. Tumnus.

We had been walking for quite a long time, stopping to play in the snow, or make snow angels, when Lucy's eyes took on a look of terror.

"No!" she ran into what appeared to be a small house, and we ran in after her.

A sharp pang of fear rose within my soul, and I winced. The home itself was greatly disheveled, and several shards of broken glass were everywhere. There was a note tacked against the wall, and I stepped towards it. Peter came over to me and ripped it down, looking at me with frightened eyes.

"The faun Tumnus, is hereby charged with high treason against her imperial majesty, Jadis, queen of Narnia, for comforting their enemies, and fraternizing with humans. Signed, Maugrim, captain of the chief of police, long live the queen." Peter handed to note to me. I read it again, realizing this wasn't a trifling matter.

"Now we really need to go back home!" Susan said.

"But Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy began.

"He was arrested just for being with a human, there's not much we can do," she began.

"But I'm the human!" Lucy said, swallowing hard. "She must've found out he helped me."

"Don't worry, Lu," Peter assured her, "we'll think of something."

"Why?" Edmund asked, "He's a criminal!"

Suddenly we heard a whisper, and turned to see a cardinal.

"Did that bird just, 'psst' us?" Susan asked, appalled.

We ran outside. Suddenly we heard a twig snap. We heard whispering again. I crept up behind Peter, grasping his coat.

A beaver emerged from a large rock, and peered at us with keen brown eyes.

"It's a beaver!" I whispered in shock.

"Here boy, here boy," Peter coaxed.

"Well, I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want!" the beaver said very matter-of-factly.

"S-sorry," Peter stammered.

"It can talk," I said under my breath.

"Lucy Pevensie?" the beaver said, becoming grave. Lucy's eyes were wide with shock. She stepped forward slowly. The creature reached out his paw and gave her what seemed to be a handkerchief.

"I gave this to Mr. Tumnus—"

"Tumnus. He got it to me just before they took him."

"How is he? Is he alright?" Lucy asked, taking in a sharp breath.

The beaver looked around, whispering, "Further in," then bounded off, quickly, yet cautiously.

"What are you doing?" Edmund asked. "How do we know we can trust him?"

"He said he knows the faun!" I said, I felt Peter's soft eyes on me. I shivered.

"He's a beaver!" Susan said primly, "he shouldn't be 'saying' anything."

"C'mon now," the beaver appeared again. "Talking's better left at safer quarters." He vanished again.

"He means the trees," Lucy said, looking around her. I felt a chill move up my spine. Was I right to believe?

With Peter leading us we began to follow the beaver. I ran up to him, and took this as an opportunity to find out his true feelings. I linked my arm in his and smiled as though there was nothing wrong. His eyes looked into mine with a sort of anxiety and defeat.

"Peter," I whispered. He looked ahead at the beaver, as if he'd never looked at me at all. I let go, standing stock still for a moment. Lucy took my hand and smiled hopefully.

"You'll always be my little sister," I said, hugging her tightly. Even if we're never blood related.

We walked in hollow caves of mountains and steep cliffs, being careful not to leave many tracks. The sky began to darken and a light snow began to fall. We finally reached a tall mound, and below was a pool, covered in thick ice, and a snow covered dam was built on top.

"Look like the ole' girl's got the kettle up!" the beaver chortled, motioning for us to follow him down. "And, here we are, then! Best get inside before dark."

Another voice startled me. "Beaver, is that you? If I find you've been out with Badger again, I'll—" the voice stopped, and we saw a different beaver, small, yet plump, with smoky brown eyes and a shrill voice. "Those aren't badgers! I never thought I'd live to see this day! But who are you?" she turned to me.

"Um…a friend of the Pevensies…Peter's beau," I gestured to Peter, who looked off in the other direction. I was dumbstruck.

"That's not in the prophecy…Oh, well, come inside. I'll see if we can get you some food." The lady beaver said, smoothing her fur frantically.

We followed her inside, being careful of the low ceilings, and sat down at a small, round table. Edmund, however, seated himself in the corner, with a scowl adorning his face. I poured Susan, Peter and Lucy some warm tea, and Mrs. Beaver came to the table with a small tray.

"Fish and chips!" she exclaimed. I looked down at what seemed to be fish, with small, blackened chips to the side. "There's hope for Tumnus, hope!" she turned to Lucy.

"Yeah, there's a lot of hope!" Mr. Beaver said, "they say Aslan is on the move."

I felt a chill tingle up my spine. Yet the word seemed comforting to me. Like I'd known the word before, or…like I'd known this Aslan for all my life.

"Who's Aslan?" Edmund broke me out of my reverie.

"Who's Aslan?" the beaver laughed. "You don't know?"

"Well, we haven't exactly been here very long," Peter reasoned. I jabbed at his elbow.

"He's the leader of the wood, the real king of Narnia! But he's been away for a long while, but just got back, and he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!" Mr. Beaver said excitedly.

"He's…waiting for us?" Lucy asked.

"You're blooming joking! They don't even know about the prophecy!"

"Then tell them!" Mrs. Beaver whispered heatedly.

"Look: Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the Secret Police, it's all happening because of you!"

"You're blaming us!" Susan asked.

"No, we're not blaming, we're thanking you!" Mrs. Beaver assured her.

"There's a prophecy," the beaver's tone was serious, "When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."

"What?" Susan asked, "You know that doesn't really rhyme."

Mrs. Beaver sighed. "It has long been foretold, that when two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve came to Narnia, they'd restore peace and defeat the White Witch."

My brow arched. "What about me, then? I'm a third 'daughter of Eve', I just believed Lucy surely this can't have anything to do with me?"

"Well, if you're here then Aslan has a purpose for you," the beavers said together, "you don't come into this world by chance, you're here for a reason, and that reason must be fulfilled."

"You think that he's talking about us?" Peter asked.

"He better be, because he's already picked out your army!"

"Army?" Lucy asked.

"Look, thank you for your hospitality," Susan said matter-of-factly, "but we really have to go!"

"You can't just leave!" Mr. Beaver said.

"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war!" Susan sighed. "We're not heroes, we're from Finchley!"

The beavers looked confused.

"It's time the five of us were getting home," Peter stood up with Susan following.

"But we have to help the faun!" Lucy said, her eyes pleading.

"It's out of our hands!" Peter's tone was exasperated. I swallowed deeply. "Ed?" We looked around, to see Edmund…gone and the front door opened. "Ed! I'm going to kill him."

"Oh no," I whispered.

"You may not have to kill him," the beaver's voice was monotone. "Has Edmund every been in Narnia before?"

Peter, Susan, Lucy, the beavers and I all raced out of the dam, and up a large hill with Mr. Beaver in front. We stopped short in our tracks, reaching the top of the cliff, seeing a small figure entering a tall palace, entirely sculpted of ice.

"Edmund!" Lucy screamed.

"No! They'll hear you!" the beaver whispered quickly. Peter began to run, Mr. Beaver caught him. "Don't! You're playing into her hands."

"But he's out brother, we can't just let him go!" Susan said.

"But he's the bait! The witch wants all five of you!"

"Why?" I asked.

"To stop the prophecy from coming true, to kill you!"

We froze, looking ahead of us. A tall iron gate closed. I let out a deep sigh and looked at Peter. His face was pale, and his eyes saddened. I took his hand in mine and clung to him.

So it had all come to this…

A/N: Please review, since I've been getting so many reviews saying it's good that I don't rush the Pevensies and Charlotte into Narnia. Well, they're in Narnia, so please tell me what you think about that! :)