Deep in the heart of the forest on a snowy embankment, a pack of gray wolves were scourging the snow, looking for food. Their black noses sniffed along the snow's surface and their ears were pricked and alert. Not only were they hunting for food, they were also hunting for intruders.

They were the guardians of the forest; the ones in charge of the forest's safety against humans, especially from Telmarines. While the centaurs and other creatures slept, the wolves searched the entire forest in the dark, ready to protect the sleeping Narnians.

One wolf, the leader, suddenly lifted his head and stared far off through the trees. He sniffed the air and his yellow eyes narrowed. It was the scent of a human.

He reared back his head and let out a long drawn howl, the call piercing through the icy air. The other wolves looked to their leader and just as the howl ended, they were off.

They were the fastest pack in the forest. Snow flew out from beneath their paws and they covered miles of ground in minutes when it took a human hours to cross. They were not ordinary wolves.

They were swift and quiet and the scent got stronger as they drew nearer to their target. They came to a clearing at the bottom of a steep hill and they approached carefully, surrounding the clearing. In the center was a body half buried in the snow and still as stone.

The leader of the pack looked up at the steep hill and saw by the snow tracks that the human had fallen. One of the female wolves approached the human and sniffed its long dark mane of hair.

"It is a daughter of Eve," she said, her low voice a soft rumble.

The pack leader came forward and observed the body, his eyes cold. "It may be a daughter of Eve but it is dressed in Telmarine clothes and armor."

"And there's a sword at its side," growled one of the others.

The female wolf looked to the leader, "perhaps we should tell the Kings and Queens."

"Or perhaps we should kill it before it wakes up," a wolf said darkly, stepping forward with barred teeth.

"She's already half dead," growled the female in defense, placing her body between the aggressive wolf and the body. "The cold has almost claimed her life."

"She is right," the leader said. "We need to tell the Kings and Queens. It may be a spy and it may be of use to them."

The pack leader let out another howl and they stared off into the trees, listening through the darkness and silence.

The female wolf brushed the snow off the human's face and hair with her black nose, revealing the cold flesh of the human's cheek.

"She is beautiful," said another female wolf.

"Something doesn't feel right," said the first female wolf as she looked down at the sleeping girl. "Something tells me she's not a threat."

"We'll let the Kings and Queens decide of that," said the pack leader, his deep voice loud and commanding in the cold air.

The wolves looked up at the sound of soft footfalls in the snow and saw a bright red fox coming towards them.

The fox's long beautiful tail brushed the snow lightly behind him and a cunning smirk was on his lips as he approached.

"You called?" The fox asked.

The wolf leader frowned, "it was not you to whom I was calling."

"The centaurs are a bit busy at the moment," the fox replied as he trotted forward to see what the wolves were guarding. As his eyes fell on the human's face, he jumped back in surprise.

"A Telmarine! Well, well the Kings and Queens would like to hear about this…"

"Alert their majesties that an intruder in Telmarine clothing has been found in the forest ten miles from the How," the leader ordered. "And tell them it is a daughter of Eve."

The fox nodded, his eyes grave, and at once he turned around and dashed through the trees. The wolves watched the red tail until they could no longer see it and they lay down next to each other in the snow. The female wolf lay next to the girl's body, breathing on her face to keep her warm.

The wolves listened and watched the dark trees as they waited; wondering if this wasn't the only Telmarine in the forest. But an hour had not passed before they heard the heavy footfalls of hooves in the deep snow. The wolves rose and turned their eyes to the sound, hoping that it wasn't a Telmarine ambush.

But torch light suddenly filled the clearing, chasing the dark shadows away, and two centaurs stepped forward. They were tall and dark, their eyes were suspicious as they fell on the human body, and long knives were strapped to their strong flanks. The two creatures turned their bodies to face the ones behind them and they held the torches high.

There were four horses entering the clearing, each carrying a rider in armor. The first four were the Pevensies, the Kings and Queens of Old; the Kings and Queens that had ruled Narnia hundreds of years ago before disappearing.

The first was a blonde haired boy of eighteen, the once High King Peter. Though he was young, he had once been a great king and possessed great knowledge of battles and kingship. He carried his renowned sword at his side and he was dressed in brown leather and green and a fur cloak covered his shoulders.

The second to appear was Queen Susan. She was beautiful with long brown hair, hazel eyes, and full red lips, but she was strong and fatal with a bow and arrow. She was the careful one of her siblings and though she was known for her gentleness, she could be very fierce.

King Edmund rode into the clearing with his youngest sister Lucy holding tight to his waist. They were the youngest king and queen but were still as important as Peter and Susan. Edmund had dark hair, almost black, and dark brown eyes. Before the Pevensies' first journey into Narnia, Edmund was foul and cruel. But, like many experiences in Narnia, it changed him and he became King Edmund the Just.

Queen Lucy was the youngest of them all but had more courage than anyone had ever seen. She was brave and bright and was especially kind. She was also known for her healing elixir that could heal anyone with one drop of the rich orange liquid. She had shoulder length brown hair and kind brown eyes. She had been the first of her siblings to find Narnia. If it hadn't been for Lucy, none of them would have ever found the magical land.

The last to enter was Prince Caspian.

He had dark brown hair that fell almost to his shoulders and his skin was light bronze as if he had always lived in sunlight. His eyes were dark, almost black, and he was the same age as King Peter. He wore Telmarine armor and carried a long sword and when he entered the clearing, the centaurs bowed their heads to him as well.

The Kings and Queens dismounted and approached the wolves that had risen to greet them. Prince Caspian dismounted and patted his dark horse before going forward to see why they had been summoned.

"Your majesties," the pack leader growled gently as he bowed his head. He lifted his yellow eyes to King Peter's, "we have found a Telmarine soldier."

Peter's eyes narrowed and they all looked down at the human body in the snow, their eyes intent on it as if they expected it to move. Lucy though showed no fear: she went forward and knelt next to the frozen body, brushing away the snow from its long dark hair.

Lucy smiled in amazement, "it is a girl!"

Susan went forward as well and knelt next to her sister, her red dress settling around her. Susan's hazel eyes were guarded as she brushed her fingers across the cold face. Susan smiled gently too, "she's beautiful."

"Beautiful or not," Edmund interjected, "she can still be dangerous. What if she's a spy that's come to find Caspian?"

Prince Caspian stepped forward and watched the two Queens dusted the snow off the body. His dark eyes were confused.

Peter looked at the pack leader, "Did you find her like this?"

"Yes," answered the wolf. "She fell down this hill and must have fallen asleep."

"She is barely breathing sire," the female wolf answered, her voice urgent.

Peter looked at the body and Edmund whispered to him, "I don't know about this, Peter."

"But she can be of use to us," the blonde king answered. "She may be able to give us answers."

But as Susan brushed the frozen girl's hair away from her face, Caspian's eyes widened and his accented voice was clear, "she's not a spy."

The Pevensies looked up at the Telmarine Prince in surprise and he went forward to look at the girl's face. Caspian was amazed as he removed his gloves and touched her frozen face, his dark eyes wide with what looked like fear.

"Why is she wearing Telmarine armor?" Edmund asked skeptically.

"I don't know," Caspian said hastily as he helped Lucy brush the snow away. "But she is not an enemy."

"You know her," Lucy said with an excited smile as she watched the Prince's face.

"Yes," Caspian said softly as he looked at the revealed face of the girl, his lips smiling slightly. "Yes, I know her."

He looked up at Peter and spoke quickly, "She's on our side; she is my friend."

"Then we will welcome her," Susan said, glancing at her brothers with steady eyes. "We can't leave her out here."

Caspian looked up from the body and looked around them, his eyes searching the trees, "but why would she be out here…alone?"

Peter and Edmund's hands went to the hilts of their swords as they too searched the snowy ground for tracks. "We need to head back," Peter said sternly.

Caspian pushed his arms under the frozen girl and lifted her from the snow, holding her sleeping body gently.

Lucy rose and looked at her face, "what is her name?"

"Lily."

Lucy smiled again and then took out a small glass bottle from her belt. She uncorked the bottle and as Susan opened the girl's lips, Lucy tipped the bottle and a small orange drop fell into her mouth.

Caspian watched anxiously as the girls bluish lips returned to their rosy color, her cheeks became less pale, and her face no longer looked dead but alive. She looked warm again. Caspian looked at her for a long moment, trying to remember everything about her face: her eyes were lined with long dark lashes, her lips were like rosebuds, and her skin was creamy, unlike the Telmarine people. Her long hair he remembered well, dark warm brown, but what he remembered most were her eyes: icy gray, like a cold sea, but warm like her smile.

The prince smiled, "thank you, Queen Lucy."

"Well," said Edmund hesitantly as he looked at the girl's beautiful face, "maybe she isn't a spy…but if she kills us all while we're sleeping don't say that I didn't warn you."

"I will carry her, sire," said a deep voice. One of the centaurs stepped forward, handing his torch to his companion, and approached the prince. "She will be looked after."

"Thank you," Caspian said as he placed the sleeping girl in the centaur's strong arms. The prince watched her as the centaur lead the way out of the clearing, anxious for her to wake.

They mounted their horses and galloped back into the dark forest, the wolves following them in their wake.