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Authoresses Note: Enjoy the peace while you can. *sighs sadly*
Christopher The Lost
Chapter 5. Of Cricket and a Beaver
"Peter winds up, poised to take yet another wicket!" Peter said, lobbing the ball at Edmund, who was starring in oblivian.
"OW!" Edmund exclaimed when the ball hit him in the thigh.
"Whoops." Peter said trying not to laugh "Wake up Dolly Daydream."
Edmund sighed. "Why can't we play hide and seek again?" he asked. Lucy glanced up.
"I thought it was supposed to be a kids game." Peter said.
"We are kids, Peter." Edmund said.
Peter rolled his eyes making Lucy smirk.
"Besides, we could all use the fresh air." Susan said, coming to Peter's aid.
"There's air inside isn't there?" Edmund said.
"I mean fresh air." Susan said.
"Yes, nothing like the smell of a dying animal to clear your mind. Or is that a skunk?" Edmund said wrinkling his nose.
"Skunk, it smells like." Peter replied.
Susan rolled her eyes. "Oh come on guy's. Peter, just throw the ball." she said.
"Yes mum." Peter replied "Are you ready?" he asked Edmund.
"Are you?" Edmund replied, planting his feet firmly on the ground. Peter threw the ball, and Edmund hit it hard, and it ended up sailing right throw a window. Edmund and Peter's eyes went wide while Susan groaned. "Great! Just what we need!" she grumbled.
Lucy came up, and stood beside Edmund. "Maybe it's not as bad as it looks." she said reassuringly.
"Only one way to find out." Peter said walking into the house. When they got to the room it was in, they knew they were in for it.
"Who's gonna take the blame?" Susan asked.
"I bawled it, I'll take it." Peter replied.
"I'm the one who hit it." Edmund said.
"Yeah but..."
"What on earth are you children doing?!" Mrs. MacReady exclaimed.
"The MacReady!" Susan exclaimed.
Peter grabbed Edmund's arm. "Come on!" he exclaimed pulling him out, but Susan and Lucy followed. After running through the hall's for a while, they finally came to the spare room. Edmund threw the wardrobe door open.
"Come on!" he exclaimed, motinong to them all. Lucy quickly climbed in.
"You've got to be joking." Susan said. Edmund rolled his eyes and climbed in after Lucy. But after Susan and Peter heard the MacReady coming, so they ran in after them. Peter left the door open a bit.
"Move back." he said.
"Get off my feet!" Susan exclaimed.
"I'm not on your toes!" Edmund replied. And after much pushing and shoving, and many stomped toes, they all came tumbling out into the snow.
"Ed, get off!" Peter exclaimed.
"That's not me." Edmund said standing up.
"Sorry Pete." Susan said standing up. Peter glanced up from where his face had been in the snow and his mouth fell open.
"This doesn't exaclty look like the back of the wardrobe." he said.
Lucy giggled. "Because it's not." she said. When Peter looked at Lucy Edmund gathered a handful of snow.
"I don't suppose saying we're sorry would quit cover it?" he asked standing up.
"No, it wouldn't." she replied. She glanced over at Edmund who had his snowball ready and they threw them at Peter at the same time.
"But that might!" Edmund piped up.
They then started a snowball fight, but everyone stopped when they started panting.
"Maybe we should go back." Susan said.
"I think Lucy should decide that." Edmund said leaning against a tree.
"I agree." Peter said.
"I'd like you to meet Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy said.
"Then Mr. Tumnus it is." Peter replied grabbing four coat's. He handed one to each of them and pulled his own on, and they started out on their adventure.
When they got to Mr. Tumnus's house, Lucy had started going on and on about how nice he was and what they would do when they got to his house. But when they got there, Lucy and Edmund were starring wide-eyed, and wide-mouthed at what was before them. Edmund backed up a bit. But when Lucy ran forward, he ran after her.
"Lucy! Stop!" he called, but by the time he did, it was too late and they were standing in the busted in doorway. They glanced around at what had been Mr. Tumnus's home.
"Who would do something like this?" Lucy asked.
"The witch, no doubt." Edmund growled, picking up a picture of the nice faun's father.
Lucy nodded sadly and looked around at the wreckage. Peter found a note, and started reading from it...
Faun Tumnus, is hereby arrested for high treason, against her Imperial Majesty, Queen Jadis, for comforting her enemy's and fratanising with humans. Long Live the Queen!
Edmund glarred at the note but said nothing. Susan took it and then looked up at Peter. "Now I really think we should go back." she said.
"But what about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked.
"He was arrested for just being with a human, I don't think there's much we can do." Susan replied.
"We can call the police." Peter said.
"These are the police." Susan said making a motion to the note.
"Don't worry Lu, we'll think of something." Peter said.
"I'm thinking try and save him." Edmund said.
"No way! It's too dangerous!" Susan said.
"And yet he saved Lucy, despite the danger it put him in." Edmund said.
Susan looked down. A psst from outside broke the silence. Peter walked out first, and the other's followed close behind. Lucy clutched Edmund's hand tight, and stood close to Susan. They all huddled together, ready to face whatever was watching them. After a moment a beaver stepped out from behidn a snow bank.
"It... it's a beaver." Lucy stuttered, lossening her grip on Edmund's hand. Peter bent down and started clicking his tongue, reaching his hand out to the beaver.
"Here boy." he called quietly.
The beaver stood up on his hind legs and looked between Peter and his hand. "I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want." he finally said.
Edmund's mouth fell open, Susan's eyes went wide, and Lucy started giggling. Peter stood up and pulled his hand back.
"Lucy Pevensie?" the beaver asked, making Lucy stop giggling.
"Yes?" she asked, stepping forward. The beaver held out a hankerchief.
"Hey, that's the hanky I gave to Mr."
"Tumnus." the beaver finished for her "He got in on the jist just before the took him."
"Is he alright?" she asked.
The beaver looked around. "Further in." he said, walking back behind the snowbank. Peter and Lucy started walking, but Susan and Edmund were more hesitant.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked.
"She's right, can we trust him? He might be working for the witch." Edmund said.
"He said he know's the faun." Peter said.
"He's a beaver! He shouldn't be saying anything!" Susan exclaimed.
Edmund rolled his. "Way to notice the real issue, Su." he said. She glarred at him.
"Is everything alright?" the beaver asked looking at them.
"Yes, we were just talking." Peter replied.
"It's better left for inside." the beaver said.
"He means the tree's." Lucy said looking up.
Edmund sighed. "Well, too late to turn back now." he said, starting to walk, the other's close beside him.