a/n: if you recognize it, it's not mine. Gabriel, however, is.
It was the first time that I had ever laid eyes on the great cat, Aslan. Oreius and I had arrived at the soon-to-be camp, for there were hardly any tents sat up yet, and were met face to face with the king of the whole wood.
When I saw him, a great feeling rose from the pit of my stomach. It was like the feeling that a child gets on Christmas morning when he saw how many presents that he had to open. In his eyes, I saw more wisdom that I could comprehend. I saw more love than I had ever known in my entire life.
When he spoke, it was as though a song filled my ears, not words.
"Welcome, Oreius, and Gabriel, daughter of Eve." He spoke. I followed Oreius' example and bowed low to the ground. He laughed at my pitiful attempt to be proper.
"You have traveled far, and you must be tired. There are proper places for you to rest if you desire. Gabriel, I took the opportunity to see that your tent is placed near to the soon to arrive humans. I thought that someone of your own race may comfort you in the midst of this dark occasion."
"But it is not to be a dark occasion for long. We will soon defeat the white witch and claim Narnia for our own!" Oreius spoke with fervor. I could tell that he was eager to start planning the battle out in detail with Aslan. I, however, thought that a nice long sleep sounded rather good… so that's exactly where I headed to—to get some sleep.
We had been at the camp for three days. I was sitting up in the tree next to my tent when I heard the trumpet's call. I didn't even need to get out of my tree to realize that the four had arrived. I watched as every centaur, dwarf, faun, and creature alike ran from their tents and gathered along the beaten path that served as our road to Aslan's grand tent.
I jumped from my tree, cracking my head in the process. When I landed on the ground, my hand shot to my forehead, and I felt a small trickle of sticky liquid pouring from my fresh wound. "Oh lovely, now when I meet the only other humans in Narnia, they're going to think I'm a klutz." I though, scurrying to my tent to grab a piece of cloth and clean the blood from my forehead.
Upon satisfaction, I left my tent and walked to the side of the road where the crowd had gathered, trying to push my way through. Upon reaching the front of the crowd, I noticed three children, and two beavers standing before the great cat, Aslan.
The youngest child was a girl with shoulder length black hair. She looked to be about seven or eight years old. Next to her was another girl, though she looked to be about thirteen or so. She had dark chestnut hair, and was standing beside of who looked like the oldest child. He had sandy brown hair, and looked to be around the same age as myself.
I suddenly noticed… the prophecy said that there were to be four children, but I only saw three. The eldest boy answered my unasked question.
"Our brothers been captured by the white witch." He said remorsefully.
"Captured? How could this happen?" Aslan said, lowering his eyes to the ground. The next to speak was one of the beavers, who were standing with the youngest girl.
"He… betrayed them, sire." He said.
"Then he has betrayed us all!" Oreius said angrily. I took this opportunity to stow away, and head back to my tent. All hope was lost. The fourth child had chosen to side with the enemy. I sighed, and ran a hand through my unruly hair.
"Great," I whispered to no one, as I walked inside of my tent, "just great."
I walked out of my tent later, to find three down trodden children sitting beside of a fire right beside of my tent. I walked over casually. I had never really been a people person, one of those things that I can blame on my father.
The youngest began whispering to her siblings upon seeing me. I continued to walk at a leisurely pace as the three of them stood. The youngest was the first to greet me, extending her hand.
"I'm Lucy Pevensie. You must be the other human that Aslan was talking about earlier." I nodded my head.
"I guess that I am. I'm Gabriel." The other girl extended her hand.
"Susan. Nice to meet you." She said. I nodded my head.
"Nice to meet you too." The boy extended his hand and shook mine briskly, then dropped it to his side.
"Peter." Was all that he said, before resuming his stance on the ground. I sat down around the fire with the three of them. The two girls returned to their former positions. Not a word was spoken. I decided to break the silence.
"Oreius vowed to find your brother. He doesn't go back on his word." I said. Lucy gave me an encouraging smile.
"Plus you have Aslan on your side." Peter looked at me for the first time since our awkward handshake.
"How did you get here?" He asked. His tone was dead and uncaring. I told me story to the Pevensie children, leaving out the details about my dad. That wasn't information that you shared with just anyone.
"I could ask the same question of you." I replied. Lucy was the one the told the story to me.
"I was hiding the in the wardrobe, in the spare room….."
By the time that I retired to my tent later that night, I hadn't had more than ten words with Peter Pevensie. I slipped out of my dress and into a dressing gown and lay down upon my bed.
"That will change tomorrow. I'm going to get a smile out of that boy, if it kills me." I said to myself as I closed my eyes for a night of rest.
A/N: well, sorry if that was a bit dry and boring, but it had to happen, you know? I suck at introducing characters for the first time, so it should pick up in the next couple of chapters. And oh yes, sorry that it has been so long. To say that I was busy is a complete understatement. I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thanks for understanding! Oh, and to all that have reviewed, thank you!