More Than it Seems
By NarnianAslan
Chapter Two
Authoress' Note: I'm having Ideas like mad! So it may be a while before I actually post this… I had gotten the idea from beepingmop's I Was Once Looking From This Window, and a couple of dreams I've had. Okay well just to note- the girl's name is pronounced ih-sawld. I also got the title from Kutless' song More Than it Seems on the music inspired by the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe soundtrack. So, I suppose I should start the story now. I decided to make this book based, and skip the Turkish Delight Scene. I'll start after they all go into the wardrobe.
Your Authoress,
Pippa Johansen
All of the children stood in broad daylight in the middle of a snowy wood.
"Lucy was telling the truth!" Susan exclaimed.
"I'm sorry we didn't believe you, Lu. I apologize," Peter said to Lucy.
"Edmund, what are you looking at?" Isolde asked him, for Edmund was staring at two hills. "Edmund, you can't go there."
"And why not?" Edmund asked.
"Because she's evil!"
"So you were spying on me then?" Edmund asked angrily.
"I wouldn't exactly call it spying. More like I followed Lucy in here and only saw you. Then I saw you meet the witch and I knew she was evil. You do anything, and I'll tell Peter."
"What will Peter do?"
"Peter!" Isolde exclaimed. "Edmund's met the witch and he ate some of her enchanted food!" She grabbed Edmund's hand and ran over to the rest of the group. "Lucy, that's what he was doing when you visited Mr. Tumnus! I saw him."
"You snuck in?" Lucy asked.
"I wanted to prove you right. I knew you couldn't be lying."
"She believed me," Lucy told Susan.
"Ed ate enchanted food? How do you know it's enchanted?"
"Because a creepy seven foot tall woman with paper white skin and a cold, cruel voice gave it to him. Plus, look at his eyes."
Peter did so, and found Isolde was right. "What do we do then?"
"I opt to see Mr. Tumnus. Lucy said he had many books, so he might know how to cure him," Isolde said.
"I agree with Isolde," Lucy said. Peter looked at Susan.
"I suppose it's the only chance we've got."
So the five children headed off to Mr. Tumnus' cave. They had put coats on (of course), and when they got there, they saw the door was off its hinges.
Lucy ran in, Peter and Susan following. Isolde walked in, because she didn't know what might be in there.
When she arrived in with Edmund, she saw that Peter and Susan were discussing what to do.
"Mr. Tumnus has been arrested," Lucy told her.
"Well then, you know what we must do," Isolde said, ending Peter and Susan's argument.
"What?"
"Fight," said Isolde simply.
"You must be kidding," Susan started.
"I'm not. We need to find the good side, and fight with them. Otherwise, he could be killed."
"I somehow agree with Isolde," Peter said, Susan glared at him. "What? Who knows what that witch could do to Mr. Tumnus?"
"Let's go then, somewhere, maybe some other Faun will help us," Isolde said.
So they went outside, and what did they find? A beaver looking straight at them.
It walked over to them and said, "Lucy Pevensie?" he was holding a handkerchief in his hand. Lucy jumped a little and Susan's eyes grew wide.
"Y-yes. Why that's the handkerchief I gave to Mr…"
"Tumnus. Yes, I know. Follow me," the beaver said then it set off. Everyone followed.
When at last it stopped, they had reached a dam. There was another beaver outside.
"Mr. Beaver? Is that you? Oh! You've brought them." The beaver automatically looked very serious.
"'Ello Mrs. Beaver," Mr. Beaver said, and he kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Do come in," Mrs. Beaver said.
So, they followed the Beavers into a rather small house in the dam.
They treated the human children to dinner, and called them Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam.
Lucy asked what had happened to Mr. Tumnus and Mr. Beaver explained.
Isolde really wasn't listening, she was paying more attention to Edmund, making sure he didn't run off.
Isolde was brought back to reality when Mr. Beaver started to talk of Aslan.
"Aslan?" Mr. Beaver was saying, "Why don't you know? He's the King. He's the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you understand. Never in my time, nor my father's time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He's in Narnia at this moment. He'll settle the White Queen all right. It is he, not you, who will save Mr. Tumnus."
"Will we be able to fight with him? There's got to be a battle. She won't give up without a fight," Isolde spoke up.
"'Course there will be a fight, but why do you want to join in, Daughter of Eve?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"Because, I've seen her and I know I have to."
"You've seen her?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"She was driving a sledge. She was all things evil and cruel. She didn't see me; I hid behind a snow drift."
"If she'd have seen you, she'd have killed you."
Isolde looked scared about the fact that she'd nearly missed being caught and killed by the Witch.
"So where is Aslan?" Peter asked.
"At the Stone Table. He's already fitted out your army!"
"He has?" Peter asked.
Susan looked at Peter worriedly. "Mother sent us away so we wouldn't be caught up in a war."
"I know Su, but," Peter looked over at the Beavers, and then at Lucy, "they need us."
"Besides," Mr. Beaver started. "There's a prophesy;
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of His roar, sorrows will be no more,
When He bares His teeth, winter meets its death,
And when He shakes His mane, we shall have spring again.
You'll understand when you see Him."
"When he shakes his mane?" Isolde asked, "Is he a lion?"
"Not a lion, the Lion. The great Lion."
"Oh!" said Susan, "I'd thought he was a man. Is he safe? I shall feel nervous about meeting a lion."
"That you will dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver; "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, their either braver than most or else just silly."
"We're to meet Him tomorrow," Mr. Beaver said.
"I say, where's Edmund?" asked Lucy, for Edmund was nowhere in sight.
"Has he ever been into Narnia before?" Mr. Beaver asked.
"Y-yes. And he ate some of the witch's food. I knew he was enchanted. I just thought I could handle it on my own," Isolde said.
"Then we must head to Aslan tonight. If he left when I think he did, then he's already halfway to her ice castle," Mr. Beaver said.
Immediately, the children began putting on their coats, and Mrs. Beaver starting taking out sacks, and filling them with food.
Then they set off.
Authoress' Note: Okay well I'm just skimming over what was described in the book, so the next chapter will be Aslan's camp.
Pippa
