Summary: What if the Pevensie children were not the first group of four children to come to Narnia as a fulfillment of the old prophecy.

A/n: This is my first fanfiction ever. I haven't even written in a long time, but if you like this, take a look at my writings at None at this time. This is according to the movie as I have not read the books since I was a child. Disclaimer: Oh, and I don't own anything accept my OC; everything else belongs to C.S.Lewis.

Prologue

I watched in petrified silence as Fenris Ulf, Captain of the Secret Police, openly challenged the terrified young boy. I somehow knew what the boy was feeling, for Fenris had always had a way about him; the slate gray wolf could make even the strongest of beings feel overwhelmed and worthless.

The wolf continued to pace forward as the boy inched backwards awkwardly with the ice uneasily shifting beneath his feet. Two girls huddled together behind him; the older one pleading with him to give in to the snarling wolves. Experience told me that if the boy dropped his weapon, the wolves would kill him. I knew I should do something, but I froze where I stood.

"Please," I hissed, "strike out at Fenris. Kill him! For he will not show you mercy."

There was hardly anymore room for the boy to move on the ice; he and his sisters were trapped between the rushing river and Fenris.

"No!" I gasped, then quickly covered my mouth as I noticed for the first time, a sleek wolf standing close to my hiding spot. Green eyes shot over in my direction, and I scowled at myself as I immediately broke out of my petrified state of mind. The wolf slowly padded towards my shrub savior, and I frantically glanced back at the children.

Fenris seemed to be ready to pounce on the boy. What in the world could I do? As if being sent a sign from God, my sight was torn to the melting waterfall on their left. It was fragile from the heat now; one crack on its thin surface would send a rick-shay throughout the entire frame of ice. The river that had been damned up for so long would come crashing down. Decision made, I silently prayed that the children could swim; at least I could give them a chance even if it was a small one.

I gripped my battle axe as tightly as I could before hurling it quickly through the air. It broke through the ice perfectly as water shot through the hole. Fenris and the boy both looked up in time to see the frozen waterfall begin to splinter away at a fast rate. The wolf who was hunting me turned and saw with surprise the dangerous situation his captain was now in and bounded off towards the bank.

The boy embedded his sword into the piece of ice underneath him and his sisters clutched onto him like vises. It was just in time, too, for not a second later the entire waterfall shattered and a flood of cold water collapse on top of them. Moments later they reappeared further down the river as they sailed down the current on their makeshift raft.

"Smart boy," I thought with surprise. My attention turned back to the wolves who were trying there hardest to rescue their drowning counterparts. Fenris had amazingly already reached the shore and was lying on the bank panting. Secretly, I hoped he was alright, but I knew that his underlings would take care of him.

It was time to make my escape; with the wolves busy I would be able to get as far away as I needed without any trouble at all. As silently as I could, which wasn't very (stealth had never been my fortay), I quickly made my way through the forest.

Those beavers I had seen would surely take those innocent children to the Stone Table; it was said that Aslan had been seen in the woods. I frowned in distaste; what did the Narnians think children could do against the power of the White Witch?

The Narnians were so starved of hope that they were willing to send these children to their deaths. It would be such a waste. Perhaps, I could persuade the children to leave this place before Aslan got to them.

With that thought, I quickened my pace.