A/N: My mission is to write a decent Peter/OC fic in the style of Lewis. I have seen very very few OC's that work in this fandom, so I am writing this tale as a means of testing to see whether or not it can even be done. I am also looking for a beta reader, so if you would like the task, leave a review. I would prefer a beta reader who has some writing talent themselves, so if you have any work to show me on that would be preferable.

The Hunter's Niece

Chapter One:

Something Unexpected

Once there was a boy named Edmund Pevensie who was a King of Narnia. Exactly how he came to be a King while he was still a boy I will not tell you, because that is all explained in another book called The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. But he and his brother and two sisters had found a doorway from our world into the magical land of Narnia, where they had all sorts of exciting adventures and got rid of the horrid White Witch. Now Edmund and his brother Peter were Kings of Narnia and their sisters Susan and Lucy were Queens (Peter was the High King of course, because after all he was the oldest).

That had all happened a year ago, and now the Pevensie children were working very hard at getting rid of the remnants of the Witch's army so that the ordinary good folk of Narnia – the Nyads and the Dryads and the Dwarfs and the Talking Beasts and all the rest – could go about their business in peace. For you see, occasionally there were reports of some nastiness happening in one part of the land or another, and as the Kings and Queens were very good Kings and Queens, they wanted to sort it out as quickly as they could.

One day a Centaur arrived at Cair Paravel and told them that there had been a few werewolves seen in the mountains in the South-west of Narnia; in a little corner down there where, if you went South, you would soon be in Archenland, and if you went West, you would shortly be in Telmar. It was a quiet little place, filled with peaceful Dryads and Dwarfs, but thick with woods that Nasty People could easily hide in.

"I ought to go and investigate this myself" said Peter (as there were many good folk in his army and quite often matters like this could be sorted out by somebody else). "After all, it was only last month that somebody saw a werewolf as far up as the Dancing Lawn. If they really are there, there's no telling how many there might be, hiding up in the hills".

"Oh, do be careful" said young Queen Lucy. "Werewolves are horrible creatures".

"Don't worry, Sister" answered Peter with a laugh, who was nearly-but-not-quite grownup, but talked more like a grownup since he'd become High King. "I won't go anywhere it's not safe. And I shan't be away long; I will be back before you and Susan and Edmund know it".

"Look here" Edmund said. "I would very much like to go. I am Duke of Lantern Waste after all, and this is very close by it. I would much rather go and help you".

Peter thought about it for a few moments, the way that older brothers tend to do, before he made up his mind.

"Very well, Ed" he replied. "It will cheer the folk down that way to see you, I suppose. We should go tomorrow at dawn".

And so the boys and their army left Cair Paravel the next day. They looked very fine, as they always did, in their kingly riding clothes, and each one had a sword by his side, and they waved to their sisters who watched them from the window. And with them went a good deal of their friends who had fought alongside them against the Witch; good-hearted Dwarves and a few Centaurs and a leopard and a few of the Talking Dogs.

Now, it does take a while to get from one end of Narnia to another, so it was a few days before the company found themselves into the woods far past the Dancing Lawn. Then they spent a jolly good time scouting around and looking out for anybody who looked suspicious. They had a good chat to the families of Dwarves and Nyads and Dryads and even a good Giant who lived there, and found out where all these werewolves had been seen, and after that they had a thorough look round for them. But as often happens, the thing you're looking for never shows up until you're not looking for it anymore, and then it suddenly appears.

It all happened one afternoon when Edmund had allowed himself to get separated from the others. Now, just like shutting oneself inside a wardrobe, getting separated from others whilst hunting something as dangerous as a werewolf is a very silly thing to do. Edmund had been taught better than that since he had become a King of Narnia, but let's remember that he was still a boy, and even grownups and almost grownups like Peter sometimes make mistakes.

Their company was trekking over some high, rolling hills with thick woods and deep valleys, and at first Edmund had only spread out a little to cover some wider ground. But before he knew what was happening, he was all alone.

"This won't do" he said to himself, looking through the trees to where he had last seen one of the Dogs. Then there was a sudden snap of a twig behind him, and Edmund whirled round.

"Hullo! Who's there?" he called out, but nobody answered. And of course it is just the type of people who don't answer when they're called for that you should beware of the most.

Edmund was now feeling quite foolish and not at all like a King should feel. But he stood up straight and tall and readied his sword, and said in a loud voice, "I am King Edmund of Narnia, brother of High King Peter, and I order you to show yourself".

This time there was another sound from behind him, and Edmund whirled around again, only to see a large wolf dart out from the bushes. Then a lot of things happened very quickly. The wolf, snarling, leapt straight for him, Edmund raised his sword in preparation to fight, there was the sound of something flying through the air, and then the wolf fell at Edmund's feet. It made a few choking, gagging noises and then lay still, the fletch of an arrow poking out between its front paws.

Edmund saw at once that it was not a Narnian arrow that had shot the wolf, nor was it of Archenland. He turned around slowly, and was greeted by the sight of a large man in what looked like a bear skin cloak, carrying a large bow and wearing a quiver of arrows on his back.

"These woods are too dangerous for a lad your age" the man said. "Too dangerous".