Hey, I'm really sorry for not updating this story, but school has been taking up most of my time. So here's a new chapter and I hope you guys like it.
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A Few Weeks Later…
Many weeks had passed since the Pevensies and Blues had been sent to the countryside. The two families weren't on the best terms with each other since Rose slapped Peter across the face, except for Lucy who remains close to the Blues and not with her own siblings. Currently, both families were outside watching as Peter and Edmund played crochet.
"Hey, how about we play tag?" Lucy suggested cheerfully. "Spiky's it!" Lucy called as we all ran away from Spiky who was chasing me. I ran as fast as could and I heard Spiky barking a few ways off, so I looked over my shoulder only to be tackled onto the ground by Spiky. I laughed as we rolled down the hill with Spiky and I accidently knocked Peter onto the ground with us.
"Sorry!" I exclaimed and wiggled out from underneath Spiky's big hairy body. Spiky ran up the hill and I extended my hand out for him to take and helped him to his feet.
"Who's it?" Jackie asked from at the top of the hill and I grinned.
"I am!" I shouted through cupped hands and dashed up the hill to chase him not noticing three people watching me.
Peter's P.O.V.
I watched as Rosella ran up the hill as the sun shined through her red and blonde hair making it look as if it were on fire.
"Peter. Earth to Peter!" a hand shook my shoulder and I turned around to see Susan with a smirk on her face.
"If we didn't know any better Pete, it looked like you were daydreaming about something," Susan replied with a mischievous face.
"What are you implying, Su?" I asked annoyed as I picked the crochet ball off the ground. Susan and Edmund snickered and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What?"
"Oh, Peter. You are so clueless," Susan exclaimed with a knowing smile. "You like her, Peter." My cheeks reddened.
"I do not like her in the way you're implying, Su," I protested glaring at her in embarrassment. Susan and Edmund shared a look.
"Sure you don't Pete, but your cheeks don't agree with you in the slightest bit," Edmund exclaimed with a snort and my blush deepened.
"Admit it, Pete. You love Rosella!" Susan exclaimed in singsong and my blush deepened. None of them noticed the seven figures watching them in curiosity.
"For your information, Su, I don't love her because she's hot headed, annoying, childish, rude and a loud mouth. Most importantly, she's IMPULSIVE!" I shouted angrily and I heard a loud gasp behind me. I froze and slowly turned around to see Rosella, Lucy, William, Jack and Aqua staring at me in astonishment.
"Don't worry Peter because guess what? I don't like you either; in fact, I just don't like you in general. At first, I actually thought you were different from all the other boys I've met, but you're actually worse than them." Rosella replied with a calm face as she turned around on her heel walking away from everyone back into the house.
Rosella's P.O.V.
I stomped upstairs to my bedroom and it was like I didn't have any control over my body. I just grabbed my guitar and journal, stomped over to the wardrobe and climbed inside without looking back relishing in how it continued to get colder and colder the deeper I ventured into the wardrobe. Then, I stepped in the cold pure white snow and looked around in amazement at the bitter cold snow covered land in front of me. Jack was right, Jadis has really taken over Narnia and everything's in a bitter cold winter. What are we going to do?I thought in despair as I trudged through the ankle deep snow to find shelter or at least some Narnians who aren't allied with the White Witch. The sound of feet padding lightly through the snow made me freeze in place as I listened carefully and then a bush covered in snow shook. I took on a defensive position with my guitar in hand and my guitar hidden inside the overcoat that I managed to snag out of the wardrobe waiting for whoever was hiding behind the bushes only for a large male brown beaver to come out. I eyed the beaver suspiciously and he just stared at me in confusion and apprehension.
"Easy now, I'm not going to hurt ya just put down the weapon," the beaver spoke and I cautiously put the guitar across my back again. I already knew that a lot of animals and other beasts could talk here in Narnia, so I wasn't the least bit surprised when the beaver spoke.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously and he visibly relaxed after I put my guitar back on my back.
"Mr. Beaver at your service ma'am," Mr. Beaver introduced himself and I giggled at his behavior.
"Why thank you my good sir," I said in a prim voice and he laughed at my attempt at humor.
"You're funny. Now what brings you to this forest at this time of mid-afternoon?" Mr. Beaver asked curiously and I followed him through the forest towards a small dam-like cottage. I shrugged nonchalantly as we walked closer to the cottage.
"Not much just trying to ignore a boy who was getting on my nerves," I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. He chuckled in amusement as he held the small wooden door open for me and immediately I was overcome with a tidal wave of warmth.
"Sounds to me like that wee lad has fallen head over heels for ya, lil lady," Mr. Beaver teased amusedly and I snorted in response.
"I highly doubt calling someone hot headed, annoying, childish, rude, loud mouth and impulsive means that they've fallen head over heels for you, Mr. Beaver," I retorted grimly and a female brown beaver stared at me in astonishment for a moment.
"Hello, young lady, my name is Mrs. Beaver and I couldn't help listening in with your conversation with Mr. Beaver to tell you that men just don't know how to fully express themselves to a girl at your age. They're too proud and too squeamish to express their feelings." Mrs. Beaver advised. I rolled my indigo blue eyes in annoyance and Mrs. Beaver put a plate of fish and chips for me on the table, but I wasn't very hungry so I only took a few small bites of the food trying not to be rude.
"Well, I'll be right back. I have to go grab some more fire wood, but I'll be back in a jiffy." Mr. Beaver reassured us as he left the wooden beaver dam cottage. Mrs. Beaver sighed heavily with a worried frown upon her furry face and I looked at her with confusion.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Beaver?" I asked with concern and she just shook her small head as she took a seat on one of the small wooden chairs next to me.
"No, ever since the White Witch took over Narnia things have gone horribly wrong these past one hundred years of winter," Mrs. Beaver said sadly as she buried her face in her arms. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder with a soft smile. "sometimes I wonder if Aslan is even with us anymore or even cares about us." Mrs. Beaver added sadly and she sounded almost as if she was going to give up. I frowned deeply.
"Mrs. Beaver, I haven't been in Narnia since I was a young girl, but I can honestly tell you that things will get better and that Aslan does care about you and all of Narnia. He might seem so far away, but he'll never abandon his duties to Narnia. There's a reason for all this to happen and something amazing is going to happen in these next couple of days, but you just need to have faith to get through it all. I promise that a new era is going to begin and the White Witch will be defeated. No more winter unless it comes naturally." I reassured her with a bright smile and she nodded her head in fierce determination.
"Thank you, my dear. You truly are just like your mother and father. Always giving people hope when they need it most and courage to do what's right just like your father. They would've been very proud of you, Rosella," Mrs. Beaver told me and I grinned once I knew that she had finally recognized me. Everyone in Narnia can recognize me by my hair and my striking resemblance to my mother, Mother Nature.
I hope you guys liked this chapter b/c I worked pretty hard on this one and it took me awhile to get it done. Plz comment and review this story and I'm sorry if I take a very long time to update this again. Ciao!