The Pevensies followed Mr. Beaver through the snow covered canyon to a very beautiful dam. They could see the lights on and smoke coming out of the chimney. It almost looked like a log cabin in the middle of a winter wonderland.

"Oh blimey, looks like the old girl has got the kettle on. A cup of Rosie lee." Beaver commented as he gestured to his home.

"It's lovely!" Lucy kindly told him.

"Oh it's not done yet. Still have stuff to do." Beaver told her. As they all approached it a figure came out of the house.

"Beaver is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find you've been out with Badger again I'll…" a feminine voice called out with a similar accent to Mr. Beaver. She let out a small gasp of excitement when she say the Pevensies trailing behind him.

"Oh…oh those aren't Badgers…. I never thought I'd live to see this day." She happily exclaimed with a slight clap of her hands. The siblings smiled kindly down at her.

"Look at my fur, you couldn't have given me a ten minute warning." She harshly whispered to her husband.

"I'd have given you a week if I thought it would help." He chuckled and shook his head lovingly. The Pevensies let out a slight chuckle.

"Oh dearie come outside. I think we have some familiar faces for you!" Mrs. Beaver called to someone inside the dam. The Pevensies looked toward the door in anticipation as taller figure opened up the door and cautiously looked at the group.

"Lucy!" Aleisa exclaimed. She was relieved that she had gotten away fine. Looking closer at the people with her, Aleisa's eyes widened.

"Oh...Hello again…" she politely nodded her head to the rest of the siblings. Peter looked at her for a moment. He got that funny feeling back again just from seeing her again. He stepped forward.

"Aleisa? How did you get here?" he curiously asked. She didn't go through the wardrobe with them.

"Oh….there was a secret room in my Uncle's house. Perhaps we should get inside?" she suggested. With all the recent events she was still wary about being outside of the dam where people could see them.

"Yes come inside, and we'll see if we can't get you some food. And some civilized company." Mrs. Beaver agree and directed the last part at her husband. He just chuckled and pointed his thumb at her back in a 'she's such a kidder' type of action. The Pevensies smiled and followed Aleisa inside.

"Now careful, watch your step." She warned them gently. Edmund delayed walking into the dam. He looked over again at the two mountains where the Witch's castle sat in between the two. Beaver followed his line of sight.

"Enjoying the scenery are we?" Beaver suspiciously asked him. Edmund shook his head and entered the dam.

The five of them all had to crouch down just a little when they walked into the door. Inside the dam there was a higher ceiling but the three oldest still had to bend their heads some. The beavers motioned for them to have a seat. Aleisa and Peter headed in the same direction but with the lack of space, they bumped into each other. The two of them blushed and sputtered out apologies. They tried moving the other direction and they both stepped to the same side again. They looked at each other and chuckled. Peter being the gentleman, held his hand out for Aleisa to sit down first. She gave him a smile that sent his heart into a rapid rhythm. Aleisa took the seat at the table next to Susan, and Peter pulled up a chair on the other side of her. Aleisa tried to contain a blush when he did so. She mentally shook herself out of it. This was no time to think about cute boys, they were in a very serious situation which required her full attention. They sat around the beaver's table. Aleisa sat between Peter and Susan, Edmund on the steps and Lucy on the other side of Peter.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Peter questioned once everyone had been settled and warmed up.

"Well they've taking him to the Witch's castle. And you know what they say about that place. There's few that go through them gates that come out again." Beaver gravely told them.

"Fish and chips" Mrs. Beaver butted in giving her husband a pointed look. Lucy looked down at the literal whole fish and some type of chip. She decided not to take any and looked down sadly at the news of Mr. Tumnas

"But there is hope dear." Mrs. Beaver consoled, laying a paw on her shoulder. "Lots of hope." She added, looking to her husband. He spit out his drink back into his cup.

"OH! Yea there a quite bit more than hope!…. Alsan is on the move." Mr. Beaver said animatedly before dropping to a low and serious tone. Each of the children looked at him with blank expressions, obviously it was someone important but they honestly had no idea who he was. Edmund was the one who spoke up.

"Who's Alsan?" he curiously asked from his spot behind them all. Beaver started laughing.

"Who's Alsan…..who's…oh you cheeky little blighter…" he responded through his chuckles. His wife looked around the room and saw that no one else was laughing. They really didn't know who they were talking about. She harshly nudged him as he was trying to muffle the laugh. He stopped and looked at his wife.

"What?" he asked. He looked at all the confused faces and came to a realization.

"You don't know…do ya?" he asked in shock.

"Well we haven't exactly been here very long…" Peter stated in a 'duh' tone.

"He's only the most important person in the whole Wood. The top geezer. The real king of Narnia!" Mr. Beaver explained. Edmund gave him an odd look and sat back down on the stairs from where he had walked over asking about Aslan.

"He's been away for a long while." Mrs. Beaver continued.

"But he's just got back! And he's waiting for you near the stone table!" Beaver exclaimed, still not picking up that they didn't know anything about this. Peter and Aleisa looked at each other in mix of shock and confusion.

"He's waiting for us?" Lucy questioned.

"You're bloomin joking!...They don't even know about the prophecy!" he explained to his wife while waving at them with his hands in exasperation.

"Well then, dear…" She prompted. Someone had to be the one to tell them. Beaver sighed in resolve.

"Look…. Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police. It's all happening because of you!" Beaver told them. Aleisa felt a bit offended. They hadn't even been here long.

"You're blaming us?" she quickly questioned. Mrs. Beaver swiftly waved her hands in protest.

"No, not blaming, thanking you…" she corrected with a small smile.

"There's a prophecy…

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done." Mr. Beaver told them and finished with a fist to his hand.

"That doesn't exactly rhyme." Susan pointed out, her logical side taking over.

"That's not quite the point." Aleisa told her. She couldn't help but think…Really Susan? You're in a magical land with talking animals and prophecies, yet the part you focus on is that the poem didn't rhyme. Aleisa was beginning to piece together what the Beavers were telling them. Mrs. Beaver decided to take over the explanation.

"It has long been foretold that 2 sons of Adam, and 3 daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia." Mrs. Beaver explained, and pointed at them while she did. After ending she set her hands on her husband's shoulders with a happy sigh. They had been waiting a while for this day. Now all the Pevensies finally understood.

"And you think we're the ones?" Peter nervously asked. He glanced around at his siblings and gave the Beavers an incredulous look.

"Well you'd better be, cause Alsan is already fitting out your army!" Mr. Beaver frantically exclaimed.

"Our army?!" Lucy asked. Susan nudged Peter gently. He turned to look at her.

"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." She sternly told him. Peter looked reluctant and looked back at the Beavers.

"I think you've made a mistake…..we're not heroes!" Peter protested.

"We're from Finchley." Susan told them, as if they would know what that was. The beavers looked to each other in heartbreak at what they were implying. They were going to leave them.

"Thank you for your hospitality. But we really have to go." Susan told them and stood up.

"But…you can't just leave." Beaver protested. Peter stood up too.

"He's right we have to help Mr. Tumnus." Lucy told her siblings.

"I agree, we can't just abandon them! My father always taught me to do the right thing, no matter who you are or how impossible it seems. I think this is the right thing to do." Aleisa insisted. She looked up at the older two Pevensies. Peter's face softened, but he quickly shook it off.

"It's out of our hands." Peter sternly told her. He looked back over at the beavers.

"I'm sorry but it's time the four of us be getting home." He politely told them.

"Ed?" Peter called looking back to where his brother was. Except Edmund wasn't there anymore. Peter and Susan's face dropped.

"Ed?..." he asked again. They looked around the room and saw that the door was left ajar. Peter turned towards Susan.

"I'll kill 'em." Peter all but growled. His brother never seemed to just do what he was supposed to.

"You may not have to. Has Edmund ever been in Narnia before?" Mr. Beaver gravely asked them.