(Diamond's P.O.V)

I changed. Since we left the Western Wood, I had changed for the better, both in my looks and character. My hair, which was previously dark gold with lines of platinum blond, was now white blond with undertones of dark gold. I brushed my curls into soft waves. My dual colored eyes still retained their green- brown hue, but now when one was very close to me, they could see flecks of ice blue. Aslan said this was a sign of my powers getting stronger.

It was another week after we left the Wood. We had finally made it to the edge of The Great Valley. When we came to the top of a cliff, my eyes widened at the sight that lay before me. There were over a hundred tents nestled throughout the Valley, which was covered in snow, and there was a big one right below us, at the base of a smaller cliff. I assumed that that was mine and Aslan's tent until the battle was over. My eyes soon fell on a white mass on the horizon, glinting in the dark of night. "That is Cair Paravel," said Aslan. "Home of the five thrones. The middle one you will sit, Diamond. As High Queen." I looked away. "You doubt the prophecy?" I shook my head, causing the butterflies still atop my head to flap their wings.

"No. That's just it," I said. "Aslan, I don't know if I can do this."

"Diamond, listen to me," Aslan said. " I will do everything I can to help you in this war, but I need you to believe in yourself. Can you do that?"

"I'll try," I said, nodding my head.

"Good," Aslan smiled. "You know what you need to do."

It was my turn to nod as I strode to the end of the cliff. I looked to the camp. "Narnians!" I called. They all turned to look at me. "Hear me! I have come out of the 17-year shadow that I have been raised in to take my rightful place in our kingdom."

"Who are you?" one creature asked.

"I am Diamond." I said. "Princess of Narnia. And daughter of the White Witch."

"Then you are no Princess to us!" another creature shouted. A roar sounded from the Valley. "She means to kill us!" one shouted.

"She's full of lies!" said another. I looked back to Aslan for support. He let out a thunderous roar that shook the whole Valley, causing the Narnians below to immediately stop what they were doing and look up.

"She represents not lies, but truth and hope," he said. "Because I..." He stepped to stand beside me. "...raised her." The whole Army gasped and the all either fell to their knees or bowed.

"Hail Aslan! The real King of Narnia! Son of the Emperor-Over-The-Sea!" came the chant. I then used my powers to make a set of ice stairs for Aslan and I to climb down. When we did, I whisked them away.

"Brave Narnians, listen to me," Aslan said. "I give you Princess Diamond of Narnia. She IS the daughter of he White Witch, but she brings us hope and light. She is the one that will restore peace to our beloved land. Treat her as you have me." The Narnians hit their knees and bowed instantly.

"Hail Princess Diamond of Narnia!" came the chant. I smiled. As the Narnians stood, a centaur approached me.

"Your Highness," he said. He had black hair placed in a ponytail and armor was laid across his chest. He bowed before me and held out a shiny object between his fingers. "Every princess needs a royal ring in my opinion. So using my blacksmithing skills, I have fashioned my most proud work. Originally for me, but now for you, My Lady." I walked forward and took the ring from him and examined it. On one side, was engraved, a lion. It was standing up with its claws out and roaring. On the other side were five tiny figures, all wearing robes and crowns. There was a female at the top, a male in the right corner, and another female in the lower left corner. There were two other figures, a male and female that were facing each other and holding hands. Peter and myself. I blushed at that. Finally, in the center of the ring was a big, shining, beautiful aquamarine diamond. I looked on the inside. I waved my finger and made my name appear in an ice engraving. I slipped the ring on my ring finger on my right hand and addressed the centaur.

"What is your name centaur?" I asked.

"Oreius, at your service, Your Majesties," he said as he bowed.

"Oreius," I smiled. "I sense inside you a brave, pure, and courageous heart. I would feel most privileged and honored if you would become my second-in-command of mine and Aslan's army in this war."

"It is I who would be honored Your Highness," said the centaur. "I humbly accept. Your life is in my hands, My Lady."

"Thank you for your gift to the Princess and your acceptance," said Aslan. "You may rest now, Army. We have a long fight ahead of us. You must be prepared." The army bowed and all went to their tents to rest. I let out a deep breath and shivered from the cold. "You did well, my child," Aslan smiled. "I'm proud of you. You acted like a true Queen today." He turned towards our tent. "Come, dear one. You need your sleep." I looked at my royal ring, watching it gleam in the moonlight. I looked back to the castle and turned to walk to the tent, my footsteps melting the snow, revealing green grass and little flowers, whose stems were intertwined...all in groups of five.

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(Third Person P.O.V)

Lucy and Mr. Tumnus arrived at his cave after a pleasant walk through the snow. "Well here we are," said the faun. "Come along." Lucy smiled and walked to the door of the cave.

"Let me help you with that." she said as she opened the door.

"Thank you very much," replied the faun. Lucy stepped inside and wiped the snow off her shoes. Mr. Tumnus followed and stamped his hooves before shaking off of his umbrella. He cam inside the cave, which did indeed have a roaring fire, making it warm. The faun locked the door and turned around to see Lucy looking at a picture. 'Ah, now that is my father." he said. Lucy picked the painting up.

"He has a nice face," she complimented. "He looks a lot like you." Mr. Tumnus stopped.

"No, no I'm not very much like him at all really."

"My father's fighting in the war," said Lucy solemnly as she put the picture back.

"My father went away to war, too," said Mr. Tumnus. "But that was a long, long time ago. Before this dreadful winter."

"Winter's not all bad," Lucy disagreed as looked at some books. "There's ice-skating, snowball fights, and Christmas!" she gasped.

"Not here," said the faun as he brought the tea in. "No, we haven't had a Christmas in 17 years."

"What?!" Lucy exclaimed as she sat down next to the fire. "No presents for 17 years?"

"Always winter, never Christmas. It's been a long winter," Mr. Tumnus said. "But you would've loved Narnia in summer. We fauns would dance at the drags all night and we never got tired." Lucy held up her hand to signal Mr. Tumnus to stop pouring. "And music, such music." Lucy smiled and took a sip of her tea. "Would you like to hear some now?"

"Oh, yes please." smiled Lucy, taking another sip. The faun got a box down from the shelf and produced an odd-looking flute from it.

"Now are you familiar with any Narnian lullabies?" he asked.

"Sorry, no," said Lucy with another smile.

"Well that's good," Mr. Tumnus said. "Because this probably won't sound anything like one." he cleared his throat and began to play. He began to play a lullaby on the flute. Lucy looked into the fire and gasped as she thought she saw a figure jump out of it. She gasped and looked at Mr. Tumnus who smiled. Lucy gazed back into flames as more figures appeared. They were more fauns dancing around the fire, just as Mr. Tumnus had said. Lucy smiled and felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy and shut. She struggled to keep herself awake. She gave in and dropped her cup, breaking it. Mr. Tumnus played the last few chords of the song before his eyes caught the fire. This time, a roaring lion appeared and a blast of cold wind blew throughout the cave.

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Several hours had passed before Lucy awoke. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes and looked up to see it was dark. "Oh, I should go." she whispered.

"It's too late for that now," said Mr. Tumnus from a corner where he was crying. "I'm such a terrible faun/"

"Oh no," said Lucy. "You're the nicest faun I've ever met."

"Then I'm afraid you've had a very poor assembly."

"You couldn't have done anything that bad." Lucy gave him her hanky.

"It's not something I have done, Lucy Pevensie. It's something I'm doing."

"What're you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you." Mr. Tumnus whispered. Lucy eyes widened in shock. "For the White Witch. She's the one who makes it always winter, always cold. She gave orders that if we were to find a human wandering the woods we're supposed to turn it over to her."

"But Mr. Tumnus you wouldn't," Lucy said, earning a sniff from the faun. "I thought you were my friend." He looked at her with tears in eyes. Then, quick as a flash he grabbed his scarf and Lucy. and ran out the door and into the cold.

"Now, she may already know you're here," said Mr. Tumnus as he pulled Lucy along through the snow. "The woods are full of her spies and even some of the trees are on her side!" They ran until they reached the lamppost, which was casting a circle of yellow light. "Can you find your way back from here?"

"I think so," said Lucy.

"Alright."

"Will you be alright?" Lucy asked, causing Mr. Tumnus to sniffle. "Hey, hey," she said comfortingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he said. "Here." He started to give her her hankie.

"Keep it," she said. "You need it more than I do."

"No matter what happens, Lucy Pevensie, I am glad to have met you. You've made me feel warmer than I have in 17 years." The friends smiled at each other. "Now go. Go!" Lucy nodded and ran away from the lamppost through the wood, through the fur coats and tumbling out the door of the wardrobe.