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A whole new world

~Edmund's POV~

As Peter and Susan said they would try to help Mr. Tumnus, I realized I had gotten him arrested and thrown in jail. I meant, he should be in jail, right? He had broken the law.

"Why? I mean he's a criminal, you know." I piped up. They all looked at me strangely.

Penelope shook her head. "Mr. Tumnus was kind to Lucy, Edmund. He deserves to be –"

"Psst!"

I looked over to the noise but only found a bird, as I looked back I saw Susan turn to Peter. "Did that bird just 'Pst' at us?" Confused we all walked out of the little house and came into the open.

Suddenly I had a craving of that Turkish Delight I had with the Queen. If I could just get them to the Queen's castle, I could have some more. No I could have rooms full. I could just lead them to her castle. A plan was forming in my head.

~Lucy's POV~

As I walked alongside Peter I thought of what Edmund had said in Mr. Tumnus' house. Somehow this was dawning on me a little bit. What was he doing when he had followed me in Narnia? He couldn't have just been standing there alone walking into the Wilderness.

Suddenly the sound of bushes bustling scared us all and we jumped. As we continued to walk we shifted our gaze over to the opposite direction where the bustling happened again. In front of us the noise came again and we all shifted closer to each other except Edmund. As I looked around I saw Penelope close to Blake's arm and he seemed to act naturally with her that close to him. Eh, if I were honest, he even liked it!

Suddenly a brown beaver came out sniffing and came closer to us but kept his distance. Shocked, I spoke. "It's – it's a beaver?"

As if on instinct Peter held his hand out and clicked his tongue, closing in on the beaver but suddenly it spoke.

"Well I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want."

Everyone's eyes widened and I laughed. Peter just backed away solemnly. "Oh, sorry."

But what got everyone's attention next was when the beaver called my name and held out a handkerchief. Confused, I inspected it. "Hey, isn't this the handkerchief I gave to Mr.-"

"Tumnus." He answered for me. "He got it to me just before they took him."

Concerned, I looked at him desperately. "Is he alright?"

But as if on cue he looked up and around. "Further in."

As Peter and I came forward, Susan grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

Edmund nodded. "She's right. How do we know we can trust him?"

"He says he knows the faun," Peter replied expectantly.

Susan only pursed her lips, "He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything."

"Everything alright?" Asked the beaver.

"Yes we're just talking", Peter said, but he looked up and let his words linger.

"That's better left for safer quarters," said the beaver.

Knowing what he was talking about, I looked up. "He means the trees."

Peter grabbed my hand and we all followed the beaver, but I tried to slow my pace to see why Penelope and Blake hadn't followed. Just then I looked into Penelope's eyes, and to my surprise and amusement I found that they were brighter than usual. They were a white, sparkling kind of blue.

~Penelope's POV~

I shivered as I touched the tree trunk beside me and I heard eerie voices in my head. They wouldn't stop. "Come, follow us. Mother, come. You will see who you truly are in –"

Someone grabbed my hand and pulled it away from the tree bark, holding it in his own. Still shaking from the tree's thoughts, I turned around to see Blake eyeing me carefully, looking quite anxious. "You – your eyes, Penelope."

"What about my eyes?" I frowned.

"They're practically white. What did that tree do to you?" He queried anxiously. "Are – are you feeling quite alright? We could turn back if you're feeling unwell. It's easy to catch a cold in this weather."

Gulping, I looked apologetically at the tree. "Nothing. My eyes must be just watery or something. It is cold, after all. Let's go inside where it's warm."

Blake dragged me along with him but my mind was still on that tree. Mother. It had called me mother. And who I truly was? I was a human. From England. Was I imagining things? This was beginning to be too much.

~Blake's POV~

We were almost to the beaver's dam when I realized I was still holding Penelope's hand and surprisingly I didn't jump away from it like I usually would. I actually marveled at it for some reason. It was so tiny and I couldn't help but smirk seeing her nails shiny with lime green nail polish.

Even though most of the time she annoyed me, I knew her. She loved green and pink to her grave. Most of the time they were the only colors she ever acknowledged or wore.

Then I found her looking at me intently. "The tree was talking to me. Or thinking. Something like that. Just…communicating its thoughts with me." She said stiffly.

Talking to her?! Okay, maybe she fell a bit too hard on the snow. I raised my eyebrows. "Talking?"

The only thing she did was nod and kept looking at the ground. "It called me 'mother' and told me to come with it. I don't know what any of this means. I feel like I'm beginning to be a lunatic or a crazy person."

With a sudden mark of bravery, I pressed my lips together, let go of her hand and wrapped my arms around her waist, hoping my embrace could offer her some warmth. "Look, you're not a lunatic and you can't become one. You're perfectly fine. Just remember: this place is magic. Maybe you are magic. Anything is possible."

She just kept quiet until she sighed. "I guess you're right."

I couldn't help myself as I grinned heartily. "I'm right for once!"

Laughter came until we reached the beaver's dam and we entered, smiling.

~Peter's POV~

As we sat down, I turned to Mr. Beaver. "Is there anything we can do to help Tumnus?"

That was the moment I felt the gravity of the whole situation dawn on me as he spoke. "They'll take him to the Witch's house. And you know what they say, there're few that go through them gates that come out again."

Smiling with a friendly look on her face – if I was interpreting animals' facial expressions correctly - Mrs. Beaver came over with a plate of food that didn't look very enticing. She asked us if we wanted some, but we didn't take up on that offer.

"There is hope though, isn't there?" Penelope smiled from her corner with Blake. "Hope is something to look forward to."

Mr. Beaver nodded. "Oh yeah! There's a lot more than hope!" He got closer to the table. "Aslan is on the move."

When he said that I smiled a little feeling safe for some odd reason but Edmund came behind us. "Who's Aslan?" Mr. Beaver just laughed until he looked over to Blake who had the most serious face in the world. Mr. Beaver's wife just hit him on the shoulder to get him to understand. Nobody said anything until he just asked. "You don't know, do you?"

I looked at my sisters blankly. "Well we haven't actually been here that long."

"Well he's the king of the whole wood. The top geezer, the real king of Narnia. Or the High King of High Kings." Mr. Beaver revealed.

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

"But He's just got back! And He's waiting for you at the stone table!" Mr. Beaver shouted. It was getting a bit hard to actually understand them both when they got worked up I noticed. One stopped and the other finished.

Lucy completely looked confused and so was I. "For us?"

Why would He want us? We were just humans who had accidentally fell into Narnia running from an angry housekeeper. The only reason He would want us would be to send us back home.

Mr. Beaver threw his hands in the air. "You're blooming joking! They don't even know about the prophecy!" He chuckled. "Look. Aslan's return. Tumnus' arrest. The secret police. It's all happening because of you!"

Susan looked appalled. "And you're blaming us?"

Mrs. Beaver shook her head. "No! We're thanking you!"

Mr. Beaver got closer to the table and there I thought he would knock it over, but he didn't. "There's a prophecy, when Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."

Susan, being her usual self, replied smartly. "You know that really doesn't rhyme."

The beaver just sat there mumbling. "You're kind of missing the point! It has long been foretold that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve will defeat the white witch and restore peace to Narnia."

Us?! The four of us?! Really?! This could've been a joke. We weren't heroes. We just weren't. Nobody in their right minds would count on four silly kids like us to save the day.

~Penelope's POV~

"Wait. There are six of us here and it's quite obvious that it's the four of them so why are we here?" I asked.

Mrs. Beaver smiled. "You two have your own prophecy."

Blake chuckled in disbelief. "Our own prophecy?! How?! We don't even belong here?! You honestly can't blame me for finding all of this a bit hard to believe, you know."

Mrs. Beaver explained. "Penelope, you're more powerful than you think you are. Listen to this:

Believe in your heart as you read this fable

For when the sun rays shine on Aslan's Table

The trees shall dance and nature shall revive

Souls shall be salved and brought back to life

The Queen of the nymphs must bear a ring

A ring that brings dryads freedom and spring

To honor the blood that runs in her veins

She must lead her subjects and take the reins

That's your prophecy, dear one."

Before I could react, or be brilliant enough to decode what my prophecy meant, she continued. "And you, Blake. Would you like to know yours? I've learned every word of it by heart. Been waiting a blooming lot of time for your arrival, ya know!"

"Yes. Well, do tell us, please. All of us." Blake listened attentively.

"Why, yes, of course.

Sons of Adams and Daughters of Eve

All you need do is believe

With the sword of truth and the blade of honor

All shall be right and evil a goner

Bright to the dark and protector to the four

His loyalty lies to the Lion's roar

Seek his counsel and hear his advice

For the Kings and Queens shall do what is right

There you go. You lot should be proud of yourselves! I mean, how many of us get our own prophecies?"

Both of us were silent until Peter looked up "And you think we're the ones?"

Mr. Beaver just looked at him with a smart face. "Well you better be! Aslan's already gotten an army set out for ya!"

Susan resolutely shook her head at Peter. "Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war."

Peter's eyes darted from Susan to Lucy who had mentioned Mr. Tumnus again. "It's out of our hands," Peter looked at the beavers apologetically. "I'm sorry, but we must be going. Ed?"

Looking to the door, I gasped, seeing it opened, and his coat still on the rack. Edmund was nowhere to be found. We looked around, calling his name as if he was a missing pet, but I shivered and I didn't think it was so much due to the cold.

"Oh, no. I've got a bad feeling." I whispered uneasily.

All I heard was Mr. Beaver asking if Edmund had been to Narnia before. He could've gotten himself into something that he couldn't get out of, which wasn't surprising considering this was Edmund Pevensie we were talking about.

Everyone ran outside, including Mr. Beaver, while Mrs. Beaver stayed and I told the others that I would stay too. I still needed time to let all this information sink in. I was just at awe right now. Blake, before leaving, kissed my cheek goodbye. With wide eyes still, I was ushered inside by Mrs. Beaver. I sat, while she cleaned up her little kitchen.

"It seems like your marriage is going quite well." Mrs. Beaver said smartly.

I shook my head. "Me? Married? No. I'm not married, I'm afraid. I'm too young to. It would be illegal. Besides, who would I marry? I'm not betrothed to anyone since birth."

She looked at me knowingly. "You supposed to have a connection to the future advisor of the future kings and queens – or should I say, the Lord Chancellor, if you wish me to be more specific. And the connection is one of matrimony. Like me and Beaver."

I was shocked. "The advisor? Blake, you mean?" I recalled that his prophecy indeed told that he would be an important figure to the future monarchs. "Well, why would I be married to him? I don't even…like him." I dropped my voice to a whisper.

She sighed. "Didn't look like it when he kissed your cheek and told you he would be back to get you."

Nothing was said after that because she knew I was thinking it through. He had held my hand, wrapped his arm around me and even had comforted me when I thought I was going crazy. He acted like he cared. But as I thought and thought and thought, I came to a wild conclusion I never thought I'd be telling myself or believing.

He did care.

And I was starting to think I did too.

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