Chapter Three: Explanations and Prophecies

Peter's POV

"Who are you?" I asked the girl seated opposite to me.

"Aslan's tail! Don't you even know who she is? Why, she will be the one who leads you to victory and help you destroy th-"

"Quieten down, Mr. Beaver." The girl looked at him.

"I'm not allowed to tell you who I am." she replied.

I frowned. What did she mean?

The next moment, I found myself caught up in those mysterious purple eyes, unable to prise them away. I felt rather...exposed. What was she doing? Images of the past popped up in my head.

Bombs were coming down and I heard my younger sister, Lucy scream.

"Come on!" Mother yelled, pushing all of us into the bomb shelter but Edmund suddenly jumped up.

"No! Wait!" To my horror, he dashed past us, out of the shelter and back into the house.

"Edmund! NO!" I yelled.

The image became a blur and then it returned to it's normal speed.

"YOU'RE SO SELFISH! YOU COULD'VE GOT US KILLED!" I yelled at Edmund, who was cowering in the corner of the shelter, holding a picture of our father.

The image faded and I found myself staring at Adventuria. She shook her head.

"I see you have are often impatient with your brother, Peter. You didn't have to shout at him for what he did that time."

I looked at her in shock. How did she...?

She gave me a wry smile. "My magic allows me to read minds."

She had to be joking.

Adventuria's smile turned into a grin but it suddenly vanished, "I'm not joking."

The raven-haired girl glanced at Mrs. Beaver. "Continue on, Mrs. Beaver. I'm not really in the mood to repeat the prophecies when I've heard them so many times."

Mrs. Beaver nodded, "There is a prophecy that has been going around for many years. It tells of you four and Adventuria. The prophecy goes as such:

Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve,

shall arrive in Narnia on Her hundredth year of reign

and even the Great Lion shall be back.

Yet, these shall only happen with a young girl

Who wears a mask and shall not be revealed

A girl, an orphan, a warrior,

Shall bring the four to their zenith.

"What does 'zenith' mean?" asked my curious sister, Lucy.

"It means when something is at its most powerful or successful time." Adventuria airily responded

Susan and I surprised Mr and Mrs Beaver with our ignorance of Narnia and who Aslan was. It took a long time and we (Lucy, Susan, Mr Beaver, Mrs Beaver and me) talked, explained and discussed for almost one hour.

"There are also many other prophecies. Another two are:

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

and

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sits in Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done.

"Wait, are you saying that we're going to be kings and queens?" questioned Susan, who sounding like as if she was dreaming.

"Has anyone seen Edmund?" Lucy asked suddenly.

I stood up from my chair immediately, my eyes searching for that eleven year old devil who, unfortunately, was also my temperamental younger brother.

"I am going to kill that idiot." I growled.

"Adventuria's gone!" shreiked Mrs. Beaver. It looked like she was having a panic attack.

"Has your younger brother been to Narnia before? Alone, perhaps?" Mr. Beaver questioned.

"Yes, he has. Once before." replied Lucy, worry written all over her young face.

"Well then I believe the White Witch will do the favour for you, Peter. It is most likely that your bro-" Mr Beaver got cut off.

"I found a note! Left by Adventuria!" yelled Susan, from the other side of the Beavers' hut. We all raced to her side and she showed us the peice of parchment. It was obviously written in a hurry:

Dear all,

by now you should realise your younger brother, Edmund, has disappeared. When I first saw him in the eyes of the robin that you met("Adventuria was the robin!" Lucy exclaimed), there was something wrong with his eyes. I suspect that your brother has eaten the Witch's food and is now overwhelmed with longing for the food. The craving can only be stopped by remorse which I believe will be hard, due to the personality of your brother. I will follow him and see it I can convince him to come back. Go immediately to the Stone Table. No arguments, do not worry and please take care.

Adventuria

Adventuria had signed her name in an interesting way, with flicks and I saw a lion hidden behind the first A of her name. Aslan I thought.

"Will Adventuria and Edmund be all right?" Lucy asked in a small voice.

To our surprise, Mrs Beaver laughed. "Safe? When that girl says not to worry, she means not to worry. She's knows how to use her sword with expertise, pressure points, edible and poisonous herbs and can even fight with her bare hands with something she calls karate!" The she-beaver was now bustling around the hut, stuffing things into a small bag.

"Do you think we could bring the sewing machine?"

Mr Beaver sighed and rolled his eyes at us, "We have more important things than sewing machines. I'm sure their Majesties will give you as many sewing machines as you want if they even manage to become royalty!"

Suddenly, loud THUMPS were heard and my sisters screamed. From the windows, wolves were now visible.

"Quick!" , Mr Beaver shouted, "Follow me!"

We all obeyed and I heard breaking glass and howls as we escaped into a dark tunnel.

Ha ha! Yeah, I know EXTRA long chapter for some of my great friends with no FanFiction accounts who enjoy my story.

I'd like to give a big thanks to the amazing Maddie Rose for helping out (but I'll warn her there will still be more requests) on a few things.

Also thanks for those who reviewed my draft...er...before it turned I turned it into a draft, especially the very nice Narnian at Heart. You guys are totally awesome!