Chapter Two: Meeting

Adventuria's POV

I landed outside the tiny hut and rapped my knuckles on the door before entering: three fast, three slow.

"Aslan's mane! I was so worried about you! W-was it really them? Are they r-really here?" Mrs. Beaver sounded like she was on the verge of tears as she opened the door.

I felt myself smile at Mrs. Beaver.

"They're here Mrs. Beaver. You don't have to worry. Jadis' reign will soon end and all shall be well again."

The she-Beaver wrung her hands, or should I say, paws. "We still have much to go through! Why don't you help me make lunch instead of standing there, girl!" She sounded like her usual self now, taking charge and sometimes being rather bossy.

I quickly tied my long black, waist length curls into a bun and busied myself with making tea and helping Mrs. Beaver.

Soon, we heard the secret knock on the door. I instantly dashed to it, my silver ankle-length dress swishing around. I prised it open, revealing Mr. Beaver along with the four siblings, the four that would bring Narnia once again to peace.

"Oh darling! I'm so glad you're alright! Oh, I never knew I would live to see this day!"

Mrs. Beaver rushed past me as a blur hugging Mr. Beaver. I began to examine the four children carefully.

Peter's POV

Whilst the exchange between Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, I looked at the girl who had opened the door. She was no more than eleven, with dark hair like Susan's and with a silver mask covering half of her face.

Why is she wearing a mask? I wondered.

The girl suddenly pushed aside Mr. and Mrs. Beaver with surprising agility, ushering me and my siblings in. She was rather beautiful with her pale creamy skin. For a moment our eyes made contact and I saw that her cornea was a pale violet. That was odd; I'd never seen anyone with violet eyes before. I grinned with her but she her serious expression did not change.

After seating us, she went over to the two beavers, who were still in deep conversation and sighed, shaking her head.

"Are you two going to just keep talking? Talking doesn't always help; we need action. But first, I believe our guests are starving. So, Mrs. Beaver, don't you think we should serve lunch after preparing for almost an hour?"

Her voice sounded impatient and yet patient. Mrs. Beaver seemed to have only realised we were there and she laughed well, a beaver's laugh.

"We should introduce ourselves first, don't you think, Adventuria?"

"We'll do that whilst we eat." the girl, I presumed whose name was Adventuria, replied.

Plates of fish and chips along with hot cups of tea were placed in front of us and soon, we were all seated around the table, digging into our lunch ravenously.

"I'm Peter Pevensie and these are my siblings, oldest to youngest: Susan, Edmund and Lucy." I said, introducing us all.

Susan and Lucy mumbled their hellos but Edmund didn't say anything.

"Edmund, use your manners and don't embarass us by not." I almost barked the words out.

My younger brother glared at me. "Why should I listen to you? You always think you're Father buy you're not! Why don't you leave me alone and stop bossing me around!"

"Edmund!" Susan looked at Ed in shock.

I felt my blood boil. Before, Edmund had been rather nice but as soon as he transfered to boarding school that I went to he went bad. He always teased Lucy and was rather temperamental.

"You better keep that mouth shut, Ed." I hissed into my brother's ear.

Edmund was now staring daggers. "SHUT UP!" he bellowed.

Susan jumped and I saw Lucy was hiding her face.

"Stop it!"

We both looked and saw Adventuria standing up, her bright eyes full of fury.

"We can't afford to have you two arguing at the moment! I know it's hard for you, your father at war back on Earth but we're not on Earth anymore! We're in Narnia, so why don't we worry about the situation here? You can't stop the Nazis and Japanese, but you can stop the White Witch!"

There was an awkward silence.

"How do you know about Earth? How do you know about the war at our home? Aren't you from Narnia?" my sister Susan whispered.

The young girl shook her head, "No, I'm not from Narnia. I'm from London, England. The same world as you."