*Chapter 1-Coming Changes*

Here's chapter one! Heehee! I'd just like to explain so that no one asks-I know that Pattertwig is not supposed to live with Trufflehunter,Trumpkin, and Nikabrik, but for the plot of my story,he does. :P

I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia or any of the charecters,except for the ones I made up. And I'm somewhat content to just have them. ;]

Please read and review if you like it! If you don't and have suggestions for me, please review and tell me what I can do to be a better writter! Just don't be mean or rude, cause there's no need for can tell me I need to improve without telling me I'm a no talent lowlife! xD

This one goes out to my first reviewer and buddy, Highqueen Julietta! You rock! :D

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"Pattertwig! I was just joking! Come back down!"

The little squirrel poked his head down through the leaves, shooting the speaker a dirty look.. well, as dirty a look a squirrel could give.

"That, my friend, was too far!" he called, vanishing back into the thick greenery. She let out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, come on! You say stuff like that to me all the time and you don't see me running up trees!"

"That's because you climb like a cat with four broken legs," Pattertwig retorted. He poked his head out of the trees again just in time to see her stick her bottom lip out in a pout. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Pattertwig! Do you really think I'd use you as bait to catch a hawk for dinner?" she called up to him. To any other squirrel this wouldn't be taken quite so seriously, but Pattertwig had had a run in with a hawk early on last year that had invoked a terror of the flying beasts. Mini dragons, he called them, same mode of transportation and same tempers. Upon her insisting that he didn't even know what real dragons looked like, and that they very well could look like giant squirrels with wings, he had thrown a nut at her head. Stupid stubborn self-righteous opinionated fuzz ball, she had declared him.

He snorted. "Knowing you, probably."

"Well, fine! You be that way then! I'll just carry on my way to Trufflehunters all by me lonesome then! Hmph!" and with a toss of her head she was off.

"Now you just wait here, young lady, you know as well as I that you don't know the way his place for yourself!" Pattertwig called after her. She ignored him, stomping along huffily and vanishing from the clearing.

"PENELOPE! GET BACK HERE!" he shouted, making his way down the tree and scurrying after her. He finally caught up with her, scrambling up her shoulder and biting the tip of her ear lightly. It was his own special way of showing her affection.

"You are one strange girl, Penelope." he said conversationally. She shot him a look.

"So I've been told," she grumbled.

They carried on the rest of the long walk in silence, both of their senses on high alert. They were watching and listening for any other creatures that might be out during the night, and that might potentially pose as a danger. They both knew it was a very risky thing to be out in the open,and that the chances of being caught by the wrong person were all too high. They also knew the horrifying consequences of being caught by the wrong person.

As they came into the clearing that the served as Trufflehunter's front lawn, Penelope slowly came to a stop, standing in the trees across from the badgers home. She did a quick sweep of the forest before slowly and silently crossing the clearing, moving for her childhood home.

Pattertwig's grip on Penelope's shoulder became tight, and she froze in place and listened hard for what could have alerted him. She heard, much to her horror, fast approaching hoof beats. Not quite sure what to do, for she wasn't sure if it was an enemy or a centaur out for a run, she stayed in place, studying the general direction the sound was coming from.

"Penelope, what're you doing?! Make for Trufflehunter's, run!!" cried Pattertwig, leaping from his perch and making a mad dash across the clearing. Penelope followed after him, willing her legs to go as fast as they possibly could.

As she reached the middle of the clearing, her general bad luck caught up with her, and she found herself falling to the ground after losing her footing on the leaf covered ground.

"Penelope!!" Pattertwig's frantic shout came from somewhere ahead of her, and she looked up with a stunned expression to see her starting back for her. But he froze and let out a squeak that reminded Penelope that even though he could talk, he was still a squirrel. His tail fluffed up, and his black eyes were glued on the edge of the clearing. Penelope leaned up onto her elbows and looked to see a large black horse charging at her. She barely managed to scramble out of the way before it tore its way through the clearing and disappeared through the trees. She heard a low moan from next to her, and her head whipped around. Lying right where she had been a moment ago was a handsome young man who looked about half conscious and had a lump forming on his forehead. He had dark brown curls falling to his shoulders and eyes that were just about the same colour, and had deeply tanned skin. She let out a small cry of fear, for this man was what she had been raised to hide herself from and pray to Aslan she encountered; a Telmarine soldier.

The Telmarine shot up, his hand flying to his sword as he locked eyes with the young Narnian. It was obvious by his expression he had never seen anyone like her, for she had blonde hair, light blue eyes, and fair skin; quite different from the typical dark haired, dark eyed, and dark skinned appearance of all Telmarine women.

Penelope heard a door open from behind her, and both humans turned to see Trumpkin and Nikabrik, two of the many dwarfs who had contributed to raising her, standing in the doorway to Trufflehunter's, horror written across their faces as they took in the scene. Trumpkin drew his sword and charged forward, but froze as he saw the Telmarine leaning towards an intricately carved ivory horn that was lying on the ground next to him. More hoof beats could be heard, and the young shot a petrified look the way he had come.

"Take care of him!" Trumpkin shouted over his shoulder, running off into the trees.

"NO!!" Penelope shrieked as she watched him disappear. She turned to see Nikabrik running towards the Telmarine, who grabbed the horn.

"No!" Nikabrik cried, but it turned out to be a waste of breath as he put the horn to his lips and gave it a tremendous blow, its mighty sound ringing through the trees and up into the sky. Nikabrik pummeled him and he fell on the leaves, unconscious.

Pattertwig was at Penelope's side in a heartbeat. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, scrambling around her trying to find injuries. She stared at the unconscious form of the Telmarine.

"Yes, I'm fine.. but, Pattertwig, what just happened?" she asked, sounding as if she'd just had the breath knocked out of her.

Nikabrik turned to the pair, examining the horn he held in his hand with a look of disgust.

"What just happened, Penelope, was everything you know being changed with the blow of this infernal thing." he said. Pattertwig sighed.

"There are changes coming, Penelope," came Trufflehunter the badgers voice. The three turned to see him standing in the doorway, a triumphant look in his eyes. "You'd best be prepared."

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Haha,I love 's one of my favorite Narnians ever. xD

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