The Narnian Elf Princess

Chapter 5: Wolves and Orieus

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Peter, Susan, Edmund and I yelled in unison.

Lucy just squealed and hugged me. Oh you got to be kidding me, by Aslan mane tell me they aren't who I think they're destine to be? Also, I thought times stop or whenever somebody goes through the wardrobe. I had been gone like several hours and they are here!

"Lady's first," Edmund sneered.

I sighed; it was starting to become a bad habit. I explain to them that Narnia called to me, not giving full detail. But they bought it (Except Lucy, cause she knew) however, Susan was half way. I glared at them when Peter explained about the accident they had while playing Cricket, breaking a window. Then trying to run away from Mrs. Macready! Oh, she must be livid now. Afterwards, they explain about the faun Mr. Tumnus arrest. Peter handed me the ripped parchment so I could read the warrant.

The Former occupant of these premises, the Faun Tumnus, is

under arrest and awaiting his trial on a charge of High Treason against

her imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair

Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, also to comforting her said

Majesty's enemies, harboring spies and fraternizing with Humans.

Signed

Maugrim, captain of the Secret Police, Long live the Queen.

"I'm so sorry Lucy," I said sitting down next to her. Lucy nodded only look down sad.

"Is there anything we can do?" Lucy asked.

"They taken' him to the witches house, they say them go through them gates never come out." Mr. Beaver bluntly said.

"Fish and sticks, dear?" Mrs. Beaver announced as she scowled at her husband while setting a plate of fish and wood chips between Lucy and I. Then she patted Lucy shoulder "There's hope dear, isn't there."

Mr. Beaver snorted "Yeah, there's a load full of hope... Aslan is on the move."

Silences engulfed the room of curiosity, till Edmund ask, ". . . Who's Aslan?"

And of course they don't know who Aslan is. Mr. Beaver laughed like it was a joke. However, Mrs. Beaver knew they were serious as did I. So Mr. Beaver explain everything about the true king of Narnia they were absolute shock to hear he was a Lion.

"He's been away for a long while." Mrs. Beaver added.

"And He' just got back and' he's waiting for you at the stone table!" all humans were confused still silent "You gotta be joking. They don't even know of the prophecy."

"You got to be joking! Look, Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest...the secret police! They're all happening because of you!" Mr. Beaver accused.

"You're blaming us?" Susan baffled

"Not blaming you dear, thanking you." Mrs. Beaver corrected.

"There's...a prophecy, When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits in if Cair Paravel in throne the evil is over and done." Mr. Beaver said, quoting the prophecy.

"You know that doesn't really rhyme." Susan stated that I just want to smack her. Can't she see the major point of the prophecy than the small biddy details?

Mr. Beaver would agree, "I know, but you're missing the point!"

"It's long been told that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will appear to defeat the White Witch, and restore peace to Narnia." Mrs. Beaver explained thoroughly. "Those were the last words of the last seer, before she vanished. It has been Foretold, that she shall return upon the hope of our leaders."

"Who was that?" Susan asked.

"Why her, of course," The male creature pointed out at me, "The seer of elves, Princess of Narnia."

All eyes were on me, shock in mortal soul.

"And you think it's us?" Peter asked with worry and looked at Susan.

"Well it better be, 'cause Aslan has already got your Army waiting?" Beaver proclaimed

"I think you've made a mistake; we're not heroes!" Peter bellowed, rising from his seat. Both eldest looked warily at each other.

"We're from Finchley! Gwen, this is a joke right?" Susan pleaded, "You're Professor's Kirkes daughter. You're from the country side for goodness sake."

"You think I know everything?" I asked standing up while slamming my fist to the small table. "I'm not exactly ordinary like you guys. Try living your second life in question, taunted by nightmares and strange dreams, including have a second voice in my head. Practically everyone here is calling Gwengwyvar. The Princess of the Narnian elves, and seer! Try dyeing long ago then given a second chance to restore these lands? I mean, look at my ears?" I stood up to show how more acute they were than earlier this morning. "I'm positive that they were rounded this morning?"

Tension filled the dammed. All question and emotion were only to be disturbed when Lucy asked, "Where's Edmund?"

Everyone scanned the room for Edmund, except beaver and I. Peter calling his name till all his eyes landed on the open door. Face filled with rage "I'm gonna kill him."

"You may not have to," Mr. Beaver mutter, "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before."

"Yes," Lucy answered. Soon her mouth dropped, "You don't think-"

"Tis a possibility, he has fraternized with the white witch." I finished. Edmund has gone to the witch, gone to Jadis. She knew my prophecy first hand, knowing betrayal would weaken the future. "Mrs. Beaver It better be time to pack up for our journey."

The beaver nodded and started to pack two sacks full of food.

"Where are we going?" Susan asked helping the beaver pack up.

I adjusted my daggers father gave me and put on my coat then helped Lucy in hers. "Only Aslan can save your brother." was all I could say.

Peter took his coat from my hand and put it on. His eye's full of determination. "Take us to him."

"Ae anírach," (If you wish) was all I said.

Ten minutes Later, My ears twitched for I could hear them now.

"We need to leave now!" Beaver bellowed. We grabbed our supplies as we rushed into the secrets tunnels beneath the trapped door. Already, hearing them the wolves scratching the wall. Peter closed and locked the door. We crouched down as we ran through the tunnels, ignoring beavers fight on its destination. Suddenly Lucy tripped which Peter helped her up. My ears twitched again to the noise, shushing everyone.

". . . There in the tunnel." Lucy whispered.

No time to waste, we ran, sprinting after the beavers. Mr. Beaver held a door open at the end of the tunnel. We stormed out Peter, beaver and I instantly closed it using a strong branch to secure which should seal it shut, from the secret police. When we turned around panting, only to suck in a gasp of despaired. For Haunted memories return in what laid before us.

Stone, stone statues of forest creatures covered in frost. Some even asked, a family of rabbits all together solid in stone. A mercy Badger, a curious warthog leaving his haven, every animal turned to stone. Even Mr. Beaver friend Badger stood there paws up in defenses. I knelt down before a ferret curled into a ball. Petting its engraved pelt; he was cold, no pulse, no warmth, and all life gone.

"What happen here?" Peter asked, shakily helped me up.

"This is what happens to the enemies of the White Witch." Announced a tenner voice. I looked up on a ledge to see a fox.

"Take one more step and I'll-"Beaver threaten

"Relax," fox chuckled landing gracefully on his feet approaching us. "I'm one of the good guys."

"Well you look mighty like one of the bad guys..." Beaver protested under his wife's hold.

"An unfortunate family resemblance," fox sighed "Argue later, but we got to move."

Instantly we heard the wolves close to the entrance. We panic and looked at Fox for any suggestion?

"What have you got in mind?" Peter asked desperately.

Fox looked up and so did I. The Trees, height can save us. Quickly, Peter and I helped the other on one tree, though there wasn't any room for another person. There was no other option for the branches may break. I told Peter to go and I'll find another tree. Peter argued at first until we heard another growl. There wasn't much time, ordering him to climb while I ran to the tree four trees away. Immediately I climbed then afterwards curled into a ball to cover any human appearances.

I watched what happen down below as the pack barged out rapidly. There was about seven gray wolves, except for one stood out. The lone world who was surveying my direction was black. As he roamed about his comrades interrogated our ally. I had to cover my mouth when they bit him.

CRACK!

My eyes widen as I stared at the branch I was on to see the joint crack. All eyes were on me as I stared at the joint flexed downward creating splinters in the bark. Either this tree was old or it was on Jadis side. Anyway, the conclusion wasn't a good answered. Crap!

CRACK!

As the branched collapsed; instantly no time to recover or grasped onto another branch. I fall hard on solid Ice landing on my side. I cursed under my breath feeling utter pain in my left shoulder, assuming it was dislocated and a possibility of a sprain ankle. It happen so sudden, to find myself pounced by a grey wolf.

"Who are you?" It spoke.

"Gwen eneth nîn," (my name is Gwen) I hissed in native tongue. My hood fell down to reveal my ear. "Man carel le?" (What are you doing?) I don't know where these were coming from; they just flowed into my mouth.

"Ah, so you're an elf, never seen one before." He growled. "Can you speak our Language?"

I nodded; he smirked revealing his fang "Excellent. Why are you here?"

I stared at Fox who gulped, thinking quickly, "I don't know, I traveled from the far west! Where am I and who are you?"

"Seems we got ourselves a wonderer?" The wolf chuckled, "I'm Maugrim, captain of the secret police, and you're in Narnia."

Maugrim jumped off me, however still in my face. This was the beast who arrested Mr. Tumnus and been hunting us down from the start. Maugrim growled causing fear to express itself. "Elf, have you seen some humans?"

I tried hard not to look up as I lied shaking no. "No, other than those from the south."

"Pity," Maugrim breathed, turning to face the Fox. I tried to get up only to fall back down hissing. That fall sprained my ankle pretty bad and worst. There was no use in moving my body without experiencing pain and find a doctor.

"Where are they?" Maugrim demanded while the wolf that held Fox in his mouth bite hard.

Both fox's and my eyes met, understanding each other as he looked up then down fast. "North, they went north."

"Smell them out." Maugrim ordered out to his platoon. They obliged with a nod while fox capturer tossed him aside. "You, Black fang, take her to her majesty Jadis. The elf power maybe at use!"

"Yes sir," The black wolf saluted, then handed me a long branched to use as a crutch. Having no choice, I followed him, dragging myself away from the others, praying to Aslan if not god to keep them safe. At least the wolf pack headed north. I looked over my shoulder to see Peter struggled in against Susan as Lucy teared up while Fox laid there in despair. Please, let them be safe!

We walked for some time in this cold twilight. I hissed every now and then, ignoring the pain by continuing onward. If it mean dragging myself across Narnia then so be it. The black wolf held concern for me in those onyx orbs that seem so familiar, but where? He asked if I was alright.

Before I could reply I tripped on a root, face implanted in snow. I gave a yelped when my lefts arm bang against a bolder. I bit my lower lip, swallowing a sob as burning tears pour down.

"Are you alright?" Black fang asked.

"Im maer," (I'm fine,) I lied, trying to get up, only to slouched on a tree and climbed up except collapsed once more.

"Rest Elf," Black fang commanded, "You're no use if you're severely injured."

"Hannon le," (Thank you,) I breathed laying down, the wolf curled around me to give warmth while I petted his rough and yet soft fur. "You're different from the others. "He just huffed, "sounds like you don't like your job?"

"Been working for that bitch for nearly a hundred years!" The wolf grumbled. "Once fought along some with my comrades long ago: in the battle Monomenta."

"I see," I murmured almost panting in absolute pain. "I wished I had my memories back."

"You lost your memories!" He exclaimed in shock like it was terrible news.

I nervously nodded, "Yes, by an evil spell from a witch... though, I do get flashbacks."

We stayed silent for some time, resting our energy before joining Jadis camp. I feared if she doesn't approve of me, sighing grabbing my shoulder and try to relocate it back in the socket. However, a simple touch hurt like hell. I need a doctor or some sort of physician who knows these types of situations. My breathing became irregular, my fingers becoming numb, and my mind felt light headed. I could hardly see straight, to see black spots covered my eyes. A concussion maybe?

Black fang whimpered in concern. He sat up and nuzzled him muzzled against my check, sniffing around. The warm breath felt soothing upon my frozen fleshed. Until he licked the scar on my neck making me shuddered. I let go of being brave and cried. What's the point in living at this state of the journey? I was badly injured and being given to Jadis, my sworn adversary since the beginning of Narnia. Even if I suffice the cold night, doesn't mean I would live to see another day.

Black fang noticed this and surprisingly licked my cheek, licking the tears away. Though he was part of the Secret police and his alpha was Maugrim. He was different compare to the others.

"Please let me go?" I whimpered. "Please let me go?"

"Give me a good reason?" Black Fang replied.

"I can't tell you, but I need to help Aslan," I cried. "I have to help set things right."

Black Fang growled angry. I sensed the atmosphere changed consumed with dread that death would be waiting for me any second. Elves were no longer part of Narnia. Not anymore, not after the war. What's the point if Jadis wanted the elves for extinction? I may not understand the purpose in why Maugrim spared me, but whatever supposed to happen afterwards wasn't a good sign. The black wolf curled his lips exposing his incisors when all of the sudden he pulled back. Black eyes locked with my own. They analyzed me thoroughly looking deep into my soul.

He nodded, and then bow to me. "I'm at your serves, Tarran" (Princess)"

I nodded, if not sighed in relief. I tried to stand, only to collapse back on the tree... It was no use to move and it was getting colder. My wolf cried worry of me. Inhaling the crisped air, inside my chilled body to cough some more. Liquid warmth evaded my nose; I touched my upper lip to find blood. Damn it, it's so cold my nose is bleeding. I coughed again to taste a metallic flavor as well.

"We need to find shelter," Black fang said "Or you'll get hypothermia."

Galloping was soon followed, as we looked up to see a centaur, heading in our destination sword armed and ready to fight. My wolf stood in front of me, in order to protect me from our intruder. Heart racing fast when he stood in front of us, his blade pointed at Black Fang.

"Speak your last words Demon!" he said

"NO!" I screamed, making the centaur stare at me. My eyes widen, he was from my dream. "He's my familiar!"

He nodded; sheathing his sword then knelt before me. "Nae saian luume' mellonamin" (It has been to long my friend.)"

"Mana esselya?" (What is your name?)

The centaur stood "I am Orieus. I've come to escort you to Aslan. Who waits for his right hand?"

I nodded, but hissed in pain, coughing afterwards, to taste blood. Orieus took a step forward catching me when I collapse. "You are injured." He stated.

"Milady fell out of a tree," Black fang replied.

"I see," As he sat me down and removed my coat. "Your arm is dislocated."

He grabbed a stick and told me to bite on it. So I did. His calloused hand tapped over my shoulder while his other hand grabbed my arm. "Forgive me."

Then wham! I screamed in pain biting the stick in half as Orieus relocated my arm. A few tears fell in; pain so much pain enough for one night. The centaur afterwards helped me put on my coat then lifted me in his strong arms caring me south east.

"Forgive me, Gwengwyvar." Orieus apologized. I didn't listen, only snuggled closer to his warmth. Listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Rest Mellonamin, for tomorrow, hell shall come."

"Hannon le." With a contempt sigh, I closed my eyes. To finally be able to go to sleep in peace: without fear of meeting Jadis.