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Authoresses Note: The peace ends here. *sighs* And it's also where the T rating starts coming closer. But it ain't the tip of the iceburg yet.
Christopher The Lost
Chapter 6.
"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Peter asked.
"Well they would have taken him to the witch's house, and you know what they say, not many who go through those door's, come out." Mr. Beaver replied.
Lucy and Edmund sighed.
"Fish and chips!" Mrs. Beaver said cheerfully placing a plate in front of Lucy. "But there is hope dear." she put her paw on Lucy's hand "Lot's of hope."
"Oh yeah, that's alot bit more than hope!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed. He then bent into the table and whispered "Aslan is on the move.
The name Aslan stirred something in each of the children's heart's.
"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked, looking away from the window for a minute.
Mr. Beaver started laughing. But when Mrs. Beaver elbowed him, he stopped. "You don't know, do you?" he asked.
"We haven't exactly been here very long." Peter replied.
"He's only the King of the whole wood. The top geeser! The real King of Narnia! And He's just got back, and he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"He's waiting for us?" Lucy asked.
"Your blooming joking! They don't even know about the prochesy!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"Well, then..." Mrs. Beaver said, motioning to the children.
"Aslan's return, Tumnus's arrest, it's all happening because of you!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"Your blaming us?" Susan asked.
"No no, not blaming you, thanking you." Mrs. Beaver replied.
"There's a prochesy." Mr. Beaver said "When Adam's flesh, and Adam's bone, sits at Cair Parave in throne, the evil time will be over and done."
"You know that doesn't really ryhme." Susan said.
"Your kinda missing the point!" Mr. Beaver said.
"It has long been foretold that two Son's of Adam, and two Daughter's of Eve will deafeat the white witch and restore peace to Narnia." Mrs. Beaver cut in.
"And you think we're the one's?" Peter asked.
"Well you have to be because Aslan's already readying your army!" Mr. Beaver said.
"Our army?" Lucy gasped.
"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." Susan said, looking up at Peter.
"I think you've made a mistake, we're not hero's." Peter said to the beaver's.
"Hero or not, I'm going." Edmund said, holding his head high.
They all turned to look at him. "I'm not letting you go into war!" Peter said.
"And why not?! I have nothing to loose anyway!" Edmund exclaimed.
Peter blinked a few times. "That's not true." he said.
"Yes it is! My mother's gone! I never knew my father! I have nowhere to go! So it wouldn't matter anyway!" Edmund exclaimed.
The beaver's echanged a glance.
"Just sit back down and we'll figure this out." Peter said.
Edmund grumbled and sat back down, but when he glanced out the window he turned pale. "Well you better hurry with that decision." he said.
"And why's that?" Peter asked.
"Becasue we have visitor's." Edmund replied.
"What..." but before Peter could finish wolves started clawing at the roof. Lucy gasped and stood up.
"Pull your coat's on! And quick!" Mr. Beaver ordered, opening a cabinet. They all put their coat's on and follwed him into a little tunnel.
"This tunnel leads to Badger's place." Mr. Beaver said.
"You told me it led to your mum's." Mrs. Beaver said.
Lucy tripped forcing them to stop, and when they did they met an unwelcome sound. "Their in the tunnel." Lucy whispered.
"Come on! Quick!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
They all picked up the pace and finally wound up in the snow. Mr. Beaver and Peter closed the opening as Susan and Edmund looked Lucy over from where she had tripped in the tunnel. But when they looked around they found little statues. Mr. Beaver walked towards one.
"I'm so sorry dear." Mrs. Beaver said putting her paw on his shoulder.
Peter looked at Edmund. "I know this isn't the time for this sort of question, but how old were you when your mother found you?" he asked.
Edmund raised an eyebrow. "She said I was three." he replied.
Peter's heart stopped and he felt as though he couldn't breath.
"Wh..." but before Edmund could finish the question a fox walked up.
"Take one more step traitor and I'l chew you to splinter's!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"Relax, I'm on of the good guys." the fox said.
"Oh yeah, cause you look an awful lot like one of the bad one's." Mr. Beaver said.
"We can argue breeding later, but right now we need to move." the fox said.
Before they could protest Peter spoke up. "What do you have in mind?" he asked.
The fox smiled. "Up the tree. And quick." he replied.
The Beaver's went first. Lucy went up next, Susan close behind. After them, Edmund started up, Peter close behind him. When they were nearly at the top, Edmund slipped, but Peter grabbed the back of his coat. Edmund looked up at him, a surpisingly calm look on his face, and then he slipped out of the coat. Before Peter could go after him, Susan grabbed him.
"Stop, they'll get you too." she hissed.
Edmund landed, hard, just before the wolves came out of the tunnel. The fox looked over at him, but Edmund just shrugged. The wolves surrounded them.
"Where are the other three humans?" one of the wolves growled.
"What would I know, they left me behind." Edmund shrugged, his voice emotionless.
One wolf tackled him, pinning him to the ground, and another did the same to the fox. Lucy nearly screamed but both Peter and Susan put their hands over her mouth.
"You'll learn not to talk that way, boy." the first wolf spat.
"Oh, so you think I acctually want to live." Edmund said, his voice still emotionless.
Susan looked at Peter.
"Where are the other's?" the wolf growled. Edmund said nothing. "What about you? What do you say?" the wolf asked the fox.
The fox whimpered. "They ran north." he said.
Edmund gave him a disbelieving look, but it was only for the sake of acting.
"Good, take the boy back to the castle. At least we've got one, if nothing else." the wolf said.
The other wolf threw the fox. The wolf that had Edmund, started dragging him. Edmund stayed motionless. When they were out of sight the other's climbed down.
Peter looked at Edmund's coat that remained in his hand. "Oh Chris." he whispered.
Susan looked at him, having heard the whisper. "What?" she asked.
Peter threw the coat down. "Nothing." he replied, gritting his teeth.
He knew neither Susan or Lucy would be able to handle it. Though he knew that explained everything. Why Lucy and Edmund had become so close so quickly. Why there was such a resemblance. Why Edmund had no father. Why when Edmund had hugged him, it had seemed so familiar. And why he seemed like the little brother he never had. That's because he was the little brother he never had. And now it seemed as though Edmund would never know the truth.
Now you may, or may not, have seen that coming! I know some people said they had a clue. Review please! They make me smile!