Narnia (based on the movies) I only own the female version of Peter, Professor Kirke's grandson, and the many others you don't recognize. Everything else belongs to C.S Lewis, though if anything happens in this story that you don't recognize from the books or movies is mine.
"Yes, once." Lucy said confused.
"Then he might have met up with the White Witch." Mr. Beaver said sadly.
I quickly grabbed my coat and ran as fast as I could, the others, except for Mrs. Beaver following me. It was dark by now and we could barely see Ed as we stood on the top of a tall snow covered hill, that was over looking the White Witch's castle. I then saw a human figure walking towards the door, and I just knew that it was Edmund.
"Edmund!" Lucy shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Be quiet they'll hear ya." Mr. Beaver whispered to Lucy.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I started to head down to the castle when I felt something grip my arm, stopping me. I looked down and saw Mr. Beaver.
"Get off me!" I yelled at him, why wouldn't he let me save him.
"No! You'll play right into her hands!" Mr. Beaver yelled back.
"We can't just let him go!" Susan said frustrated.
"He's our brother." Lucy said.
"He's the bait! The witch wants all four of ya." Mr. Beaver said.
"Why?" I asked.
"To stop the prophecy from coming true. To kill ya!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
I looked at the castle, full of worry, and I was terrified for my brother. Just then Susan grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so I could face her, and she was mad.
"This is all your fault!" she hissed at me.
"My fault?" I asked, a bit taken aback by her anger.
"None of this would've happened, if you had just listened to me in the first place!" she yelled.
"Oh so you knew this would happen?" I asked her, giving her my 'yeah right' look.
"I didn't know what would happen. Which is why we should've left while we still could!"
I was about to argue back, that it wasn't my fault, even though I knew it was, when Lucy shouted, "Stop it! This isn't going to help Edmund."
We all looked at Lucy, who was almost in tears as Mr. Beaver sighed and said, "She's right. Only Aslan can save your brother now."
Once again I felt a strange feeling of hope when I heard that name, but why? How come I was feeling hope when this was all my fault? Just then a wolfs howl could be hear and it was coming from the castle. I turned and saw at least 13 wolves running out of the entrance of the castle.
"Hurry!" Mr. Beaver shouted running to towards the small house.
I ran after him, my family following behind him. Mr. Beaver burst through the door and shouted, "Hurry mama, there after us!"
"Oh right then." Mrs. Beaver said before grabbing some things from the kitchen.
"What's she doing?" I asked impatient.
Mr. Beaver just shrugged his shoulders as the sound of wolves got closer.
"Do you really think we'll need jam?" Susan asked as Mrs. Beaver started putting them in a small sack.
"Only if the witch serves toast." I said glaring at her.
"You'll be thanking me later, Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry." Mrs. Beaver said calmly.
"I'm cranky now!" Mr. Beaver shouted.
Just then a loud sound came from outside and I knew that the wolves were trying to get in. Not to soon after we were walking as fast as we could in tunnel that the Beavers had created. I was carrying a torch as we ran. We stopped when we reached a dead end. Everyone was quiet when a howl echoed from close by.
"There in the tunnel." Lucy whispered, confirming my fears.
"You should've brought a map!" Mrs. Beaver yelled.
"There wasn't room next to the jam!" Mr. Beaver yelled before jumping up.
Mrs. Beaver followed while I stayed behind to make sure my sisters went up, before putting out the torch and following my sisters. Right after I pulled myself out I helped Mr. Beaver roll a barrel in front of the entrance to the tunnel. I turned around just in time to see Lucy trip and fall on her back. When Susan helped her up I noticed that they were statues of animals, they looked so real, and I had a feeling that they used to be real. I watched as Mr. Beaver walked slowly up to a statue of a badger, I noticed Mr. Beaver's sad face.
"I'm so sorry dear." Mrs. Beaver said wrapping her arm around her husband.
"He was my best mate." Mr. Beaver said mournfully.
I've finally had enough and said, "What happened here."
"This is what happens to those who cross the White Witch." a new male voice said.
I immediately pulled my family behind me, ready to defend them if necessary. A fox appeared in front of us, he seemed friendly, but for all I knew it could be a trap.
"Take one step traitor and I'll tear ya to splinters." Mr. Beaver said while Mrs. Beaver held him back.
"Relax. I'm one of the good guys." the fox said chuckling.
"Yeah, well you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones." Mr. Beaver said.
"An unfortunate family resemblance I'm afraid, but we can argue breeding later, right now we're about to have company." the fox said.
Just then I heard wolves, I had forgotten all about them.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked him, I would do anything if it meant keeping my family safe.
The fox grinned.