The Narnian Elf Princess

Chapter 4: The Beavers

"Gwen, can I have a word with you?" Peter said to me in the halls after breakfast. I was just on my way to get my sketch book and utensil, before going outside. It's such a lovely day today. Including, fetching the cricket supplies for the others to play. Although, I sense this discussion won't be on minor conversation but Lucy.

"Of course Peter." I replied.

Peter looked nervous, rubbing the back on his head. Then snapped into focused, "I want to thank you for what you've done for Lucy . . . you know, believing in Narnia."

"Thanks," I think. Where was this leading too; not liking his expression?

"However, it needs to stop." Peter said his attention to the ground. "It isn't healthy for her. She's at age to start thinking logic. Narnia isn't real, it's all imagination."

Red, all was red in view. Deciding its best not to cause a scene, by storming off, not a damn where I was going. Just away from him. How dare him to use me as a tool. Such caring brother, Bah! And here I thought he was different compare to the others. How he was the oldest making him responsible and caring. Yes, there were obligations of wanting to do what was best for his siblings. But to oppress Lucy from the innocent of creativity a child possesses is downright cruel. Lucy needs his support and trust! If Narnia is endanger what Lucy has told me, I'm in on the count of revolt.

A hand stopped me, force to turn to face Peter.

"What's your problem?" Peter asked.

"My problem is you," I spat; shoving him off me.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me Mr. Pevensie, You, thinking all logic when you're only fifteen. Enjoy being a kid while it last. While Lucy stills a child, young pure of innocent, don't take that away from her. Its barbaric, even . . . even I believe in Narnia"

Peter stood there flabbergasted, then laughed "Absolutely hilarious, Gwen, quite funny."

"It's true, Narnia is real!" I bellowed.

"Cut it out Gwen, this is starting to get ridicules." Peter scolded.

I growled and turned on my heal walking off. Until a strange pull tug me towards the spare room. Followed by the caring warm breeze from two days ago. I smiled to the thought of where it was coming from. The only source that came from Narnia itself was the Wardrobe. If Lucy entered through the wardrobe then that means, there's a slight possibility I can as well.

"Tis time Tarren" the woman voice whispered.

Narnia calls.

.o0o.

I've changed into something more travelable for the journey that lies ahead. I change into a pair of trousers than a skirt. My daggers holster on and leather boots. I left goodbye letters to my friends and father. I promised to see him in the other life when death claims both of us. It was most difficult to say goodbye to Digory Kirke. He raised me as his own child and I don't know how to pay a debt to him. During our goodbye he told me there was no debt for it was an honor to have me as a daughter. I'll miss him so dearly along with; Mrs. Macready, Betty and Ivy. Mrs. Macready was like an aunt to me since I was little while Betty and Ivy were my friends in the manor. I hope someday they'll understand. Including the lie I wrote about me getting accepted to a private school. It was the only logical excuse I could think of on my disappearance.

"So we meet again." I murmured; standing in front of the carved apple wood wardrobe in the spare room. I awed at how divine it was, elusive to describe, for many stories are carved into wood. Including a strange pull, like it was calling to me? I touched the wardrobe, getting a full exciting sensation, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins, heavy breathing. If there was such thing as magic, I was most definitely sensing it by just tracing the carved pictured.

'It is time to return Princess,' Aslan voice announced. Never to return, I wish I could give a proper departure toward the Pevensies. Lucy would understand, including the music box I left on her nightstand. She was so young and sweet, I would have considered her my own sister through the two weeks we shared. I wrote telling her to never completely grow up and believe that Narnia was real as long as she wanted it to be. For seeing is not believing, it's the opposite, believing is seeing. If only the other Pevensies would understand along with Edmund. Lucy told me he went to Narnia as well. I don't quite understand his role in this conflict. He denies this information but I could detect a lie better than a train professional.

'And Peter?' The feminine voice replied. Aslan voice is one thing I could understand but the female one doesn't make senses. If I was entirely normal than I would be diagnose with schizophrenia; hearing voices were never a good sign for it was asylum if you did.

"He just infatuated me," I thought aloud, about to open the door when a loud crashed startle me. What in the world! Ready to in investigate, however, the wardrobe open, releasing a cold breeze.

I sighed; it's not my problem anymore. As I climbed into the wardrobe, shut door while pushing and shoving through fur coats. Then suddenly, I tripped over some boots until I felt wet bark. Examining the bark to see a small pine branch; with a pine cone on it. For some unexplainable reason smile with giddy; quickly standing up and continued to walk more until greeted by winter wonderland.

I looked incredulously around my surrounding, turning around to see the fur coats. Afterwards stepping aside to see more of a dense forest.

Impossible!

I bend down to scoop up a handful of snow, cold soft fluff of ice snow. I shivered some, hugging myself while rubbing my arms, cold, it's surely was cold. Then I thought of the coats. My sight focused on the white fur trench coat. I shuddered again some more, decided to put it on. It's not like I'm taking it out of the wardrobe or anything? I chuckled at that thought fastening the zipper and button, lifting the hood up, Time to explore. Though this was the final decision if I continued onward of this quest or returned back to England? If I stayed back in England then I would be Gwen Kirkes, adopted daughter of the Professor who lived in the country with her house keeper. But if I go, then I'll be Gwen the elf who contributed towards her actual home and finds her past. Give up the life I once knew or keep what is given? This was the most difficult decision on the borderline between safe or adventure. I'm tired of the isolation and struggles in England, so onward.

I walked past a few trees until crossed path with a lamppost. A Lamppost? I thought about it, could it be the one Digory told me; the one Jadis broke off from London many years ago. I spotted the manufacturer insignia on the iron rim. Yep that's the one.

"From the Lamppost to Cair Paravel in throne," I whispered, grazing the cold iron, engross in thought.

Flash Back.

"Now Gwengwyvar, Chronos, if lost, know that the lamppost is west, and Cair Paravel is east against the seas." The man from my dreams said as he petted the post. "Land Marks are excellent clues to explore Narnia. For south is a desert and north are the mountains that reached the northern skies."

He picked me up while a young boy with black eyes and hair followed us. "Chronos someday you'll rule the lands of your kin while aiding the Narnian Kingdom. For where the sun reaches belongs to Adam and Eve's children."

"And we Adar?" Chronos asked.

"We rule amongst man as we are equal to them as we are with Narnia." Adar (Father) said.

. . .

So west it is then. I had a feeling the Narnians would be close to Cair Paravel or somewhere away from Jadis. Walking onto of powdery snow was somehow easy for by miracle I didn't seeped in? Odd, it must be an elf thing? Silence fell across the woods as I see snow cover forest. It was definitely gloomy, sensing the tree's atmosphere being quiet or scared. Some cover in ices while others had snow glittering on their branches upon this hour. I walked about an hour till hearing a twig snapped.

Instantly I drawn my daggers, instinct took in high alert. Armed and ready to attack my opponent. Ready to attack and defenses.

Silence.

Pure Silence.

"Now, where did that Berry bush go?" Said a female voice

Cautiously, I walked toward the shrub, looking over to see . . . A Beaver? What is a beaver doing in these parts of the woods? A river must be nearby. I sighed in contempt and putted my dagger away in their sheath.

"Hey there Little Fella," I cooed bending down to its height. I never actually seen a beaver before since there was no marshes or rivers in the countryside from where the manor was. Also, the tail fascinated me, how flat and leather it appealed to be.

"OH Aslan!" It screamed, falling backwards "Don't Hurt Me!"

"You can talk!" I gasped, staggering back only to trip over a root, in result to hitting snow with a thump, while the hood fell down.

"Oh my, are you alright sweetie?" it asked. I opened my eyes to see the beaver hover over my head, "That was one nasty fall! How many fingers am I holding?"

"I must have hit my head hard." I grumbled slowly sitting up while rubbing my head examining for damage. "I'm sure you just talked?"

"I did talked, "She spooked crossing her arms "Though, I would understand. An Elf hasn't been scene for over a hundred years."

I groaned this can't be happening; I'm talking to a Castro. I sighed, what's the use I'm in a fantasy world. Might as well call it wonderland? "Forgive me Ms. Beaver and pardon my manner, my name is Gwen."

I offered my left hand, she gasped when she saw my ring, grabbing it thoroughly examining it. "Are you Gwengwyvar?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, my memories were erased long ago, but Aslan told me I was an Elf princess who must returned."

Mrs. Beaver squealed, clapping her paws, applauding. "Oh, I never thought you ever returned." She paused then grabbed my hand, "Come now, it's not safe here."

I understand what she means, not liking this atmosphere, realizing the trees were leaning closer. An hour later, we reached a frozen pond, where a beaver dam cover in snow rested on. Once down the hill towards the shore to see the sun started to set as the cold wind moan, breathing crisp flakes upon my rosy cheeks.

"Come now, let's get you warmed up." Mrs. Beaver said as we enter. Do to the small size of the door, I bended down into a warm furnished burrow. Just like a cabin from the inside. It was actually cozy even though it was very small.

"What a lovely home." I stated, removing my fur coat.

"Why thank you, Gwen." She replied setting a kettle over the open fire. "Have a seat, Tea?"

"Yes please," As I took a seat, however, crouched a bit guessing I'm a bit big for this room. I must look silly. Mrs. Beaver sat next to me offering nuts and berries, accepting them in respects.

"So, where have you been all this time?"

I chuckled and answer her question. "I didn't know much about my past life that I can explain. Just a few days ago, Aslan discuss I was from Narnia. I've been living in the land of human, and pasted through the wardrobe in the spare room where of my adopted father Professor Digory Kirkes the first son of Adam. He took me in to restart my life after Jadis spell. And for Memories, there was a problem. The white witch spell expelled most of my memories! Aslan told me who I was and flash backs of battles"

I sighed; the kettle whistle to signal the water was ready Helping out serving tea. Mrs. Beaver was pleased.

"I'm sorry for your lost dear." She said and handed me a cup of herbal tea.

"Hannon le," (Thank you) I said.

"See, you still has your native tongue" She complied.

We chuckle drinking our herbal tea. During our conversation, I learned what happen after the battle of Monomenta (cross gates), Jadis winter reign for over a hundred years. Always winter never Christmas. It hurt hearing what my comrades been going through. But learning that there are no more elves in Narnia! No one knows why, but some believed they returned to their own country after the battle. In other words, I was the last elf in Narnia. My heart skipped a beat, the last Narnia elf. How am I going to survive?

A paw was placed over my hand, I stared at Mrs. Beaver who held a reassuring smile, "It's alright Gwen, and we'll help you, I and Narnia. Later we shall go to Aslan and help with the kings and queens Army."

An Army! Shock, of course; Narnia must have an army but, "Who are the Kings and Queens?"

"Why the two sons of Adam and the Two daughters of Eve" She answer "The ones from your Prophecy."

"Prophecy?" I asked. Why everyone does talks about a prophecy. To know I'm an elf is one thing but now being a prophet is another.

"Yes. Before you vanished, you created a prophecy that brought hope to all of us over the years."

"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight," The voice whispered in my head.

"When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits in if Cair Paravel in throne the evil is over and done." I murmured happily for it was coming back to me. I smiled that I was starting to get some memories as I dazed out the window. Until spotted four figures approached; instantly I stood up grasping my daggers only to smack my head on the roof, "Somebody outside."

"Oh, it must be Mr. Beaver?" Mrs. Beaver announced as she sound livid muttering threats on her husband. I sighed, sat back down and waited for company.

"Is that you Beaver? I find out you've been out with Badger again I'll..." Mrs., beaver started her scolding when she paused, giving a shock gasp. "Oh, they're not Badgers. I never thought I would see this day"

There was a slight smack on fur as Mrs. Beaver continued. "You couldn't give me ten minutes warning...looks at this fur. Especially when we have another guest."

"I would have given you a week if I thought it would help," Mr. Beaver said and chuckle nervously. I couldn't help but smile at his responses before taking a sip of tea.

"Well you must be cold and hungry. Let's get you inside for some food and civilized conversation." Mrs. Beaver suggested and enters the burrow with more company. Who enter the small dam was not who I was inspecting as the tea cup fell and collided to the uneven wooden panel.

Never have I inspected to see familiar faces.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"