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A huge squirrel popped out of the bushes! I breathed a long sigh of relief.

But wait... Squirrels don't have long, flat tails, do they? It must be a species native to Narnia... HEY! I can name it! Let's see, maybe...

"It's a beaver!" Lucy declared, and my mental smile turned into frown. I felt rather stupid for not knowing it was a beaver. I'm sure it was only because I was expecting something different. Larger...

Peter bent down and held out his hand to the beaver. "Here, boy." The beaver just sat there looking at Peter's hand.

I raised my eyebrows, amused. "I don't think it's going to listen to you. And if I were you, I wouldn't stick my hand out there like that. Wild animals have a tendency to bite."

The beaver stood upright. "Who are you callin' a wild animal?"

I screamed (actually it was more of a squeak), and a few seconds later (after calming down), turned pink for insulting the poor beaver. Who, by the way, has a very nice accent.

"Sorry!" I managed to get out. "I..." The beaver glanced at me, narrowing his eyes like he wasn't sure what to make of me, and then turned to Lucy.

"Lucy Pevensie?" He questioned. She nodded. He held out something in his furry little paw. It was a handkerchief!

Lucy took it and exclaimed, "That's the hankie I gave to Mr. Tumnus!"

"Tumnus, yes. He got it to me just before they took him." The beaver told us.

So Tumnus really did get taken? Oh, great.

"Is he all right?" Lucy asked worriedly. The beaver looked around before gesturing for us to go deeper into the forest.

"Further in!" He whispered, moving ahead. I started to follow him.

"What are you doing?" I heard someone whisper. I turned around and saw that the Pevensies hadn't moved an inch and Susan was looking at Peter as if he was crazy.

"She's right!", Edmund put in, "How do we know if we can trust him?" Peter shrugged.

"He said he knows the faun." He replied, as if that answered everything. Susan rolled her eyes.

"He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything!" she said. I wasn't sure whose side I should take. I didn't think the beaver was going to hurt us, but at the same time, how did we really know that for certain?

Suddenly, Beaver (As I creatively decided to call him) popped up right beside me and I nearly screamed again. "Agh!" I exclaimed, "Why must you do that?"

Beaver sighed impatiently, "I wouldn't 'ave if you all did more followin' and less standin' 'round!"

"Sorry. We were just talking." Peter said.

"That's better left for safer quarters." Beaver stated quietly, walking off in the direction he had before.

Lucy glanced up at the snowy branches above. "He means the trees." She whispered. Edmund and Susan shared a skeptical look behind Lucy's back.

Alarmed, I looked around, wondering what was so bad about the trees here. It's not as if they can hear us talking... At least, I hope they can't.

We started walking off into the thick of the forest, Peter and Lucy in front with the beaver, me and Susan in the middle, and Edmund in the back. As we got farther away from Mr. Tumnus's house, Beaver started to talk.

He told us that his name was Mr. Beaver (Original, huh? Though I suppose it's better than just 'Beaver'), and that the land of Narnia was in the middle of Winter. But not just any old winter. A Winter that had lasted for one-hundred years, and was more than likely never to end. Worse than that, it was a Winter with no Christmas! Think of that... No Christmas... It's almost impossible to believe.

About 35 minutes and 16 seconds after we had left Mr. Tumnus's house, I began to get uncomfortably cold. Even fluffy winter coats have their limit.

"When are we gonna get there? It's really cold!" I said, walking a fine line between sounding like I had a concrete reason to complain or just sounding plain whiny. Unfortunately, I sounded mostly whiny.

"We're almost there, don't you worry." Mr. Beaver said, speaking to all of us. "In fact, there it is now!"

I looked down at where he was pointing and saw a small beaver dam in the middle of a frozen pond. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and it made me warm and cozy just seeing it.

"Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl 'as got the kettle on. Nice cup o' Rosy Lee." Mr. Beaver exclaimed in a cheery tone, blowing on his paws to warm them.

"It's lovely!" Lucy said. Not quite how I would describe it, but still fitting none the less.

Mr. Beaver smiled. "It's merely a trifle, still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished yet. It'll look the business when it is, though!" He said proudly.

We followed Mr. Beaver down the slope to the beaver lodge. I hesitantly stepped onto the ice, almost expecting it to crack.

If this ice cracks, I will scream bloody murder and sue C.S Lewis for making Narnia always Winter!

I stepped onto it the rest of the way and half-ran to catch up with the others. Then a thought hit me.

But Narnia is real! So that means that... C.S Lewis DIDN'T MAKE IT UP? Then he must have heard it from someone... Maybe the kids themselves! When they were older... That is so weird, but cool too.

Then another thought hit me.

Does that mean me being here will change the future? Will C.S Lewis include me in his books? That would be totally awesome!

Suddenly a voice called out to us, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Beaver, is that you?" Another beaver (this one was a bit smaller) stepped out of Mr. Beaver's lodge and quickly walked towards us. "I've been worried sick! If I find you've been out with Badger again I..."

She stopped when she caught sight of us, looking up at us with awe. "Oh! Those aren't badgers..."

"No, we aren't! Actually we're humans." I said semi-sarcastically. Peter frowned at me and I realized that I had said something I shouldn't have. Whoops... I mentally kicked myself for being so rude, but I was tired and hungry... And this had been the weirdest day of my life!

Mrs. Beaver just smiled though, and I was very glad to know I hadn't upset her. "I never thought I'd live to see the day!" She exclaimed, clasping her paws together excitedly. She then turned to Mr. Beaver.

"Look at my fur. You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?" She asked. I smiled. She's just like Mom.

Mr. Beaver chuckled, "I would've given you a week if I thought it'd help!" Mrs. Beaver smiled and shook her head, then gazed up, looking us over in wonder. But then her smile faded and was replaced by a confused frown.

She glanced at Mr. Beaver, gesturing towards us, a puzzled expression on her face. "Beaver, why is there..."

Mr. Beaver stopped her before she could finish and nodded, mouthing the words 'I know'.

"Oh, well, come on in now, and let's see if we can't get you some food and drink to warm you up." She said, regaining her merry tone, but still looking at us oddly.

Peter, Susan, and Lucy stepped through the small doorway first, Mr. Beaver right after. I waited for Edmund to follow them, but when he didn't, I turned to see what was keeping him.

He was staring at something far in the distance, looking totally zoned out. I peered towards where he was staring, but couldn't really see anything except for two large mountains and a whole lot of snow.

I tapped him on the shoulder. "Ed? What are you looking at?"

He turned to glare at me. "What's it to you?" He snapped, and I took a small step back.

I was startled and a bit freaked out by his nasty reaction, but tried not to show it. What in the world is his problem? He looks positively menacing... and why is he so sickly pale? Kid needs to get out in the sun more.

He walked towards the door. " And just for your information, don't ever call me 'Ed' again." He looked at me darkly, then stepped through the entrance.

Chills went up my spine, and they were not at all to do with the cold. There is something majorly wrong with that kid. I shook myself to get rid of the chills, then bent down and walked into the beavers' lodge.

I stepped down the stairs, passing Edmund who was sitting on them. Mrs. Beaver was putting a pan on the small stove, and Mr. Beaver, Peter, Susan, and Lucy were sitting at the table. I took off my coat. "It's a lot warmer in here!" I sighed, sitting down next to Lucy (who agreed) and handing my coat over to Mrs. Beaver. Susan took off her coat too, and then Lucy, Peter, and Edmund followed suit. Mrs. Beaver hung them up by the fire to get nice and toasty warm. I just hope they don't burst into flames.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Peter asked, sounding desperate.

Mr. Beaver shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid not. They'll have him taken to the Witch's. And you know what they say about that place."

WITCH? No, no, no, and NO! I didn't sign up for this!

"What do they say?" Susan asked in alarm, looking as if she wasn't sure she really wanted to know.

"That there's few that go through them gates that ever come out again." Mr. Beaver replied grimly.

Mrs. Beaver, seeing that Lucy was getting more discouraged by the second, raced over with a plate of fried fish and potatoes.

"Fish n' chips!" She announced, setting the dish onto the table with a resounding clunk. She put her paw on Lucy's shoulder. "But there is hope, dear; lots of hope." Mrs. Beaver said, trying to comfort the girl.

"Oh, yeah, there's a right bit more than 'ope!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, leaning towards us. "Aslan is on the move!"

In that instant, I felt as if all the cares in the world had been lifted off me, and something infinitely beautiful had just been revealed. Something majestic and amazing; thrilling and exciting; untame and powerful.

I had to know who this Aslan was.

"Who is Aslan?" I whispered, still in awe at the strong emotions I felt. I saw Edmund inch closer to the table.

"Yeah, who is Aslan?" He asked, sounding slightly uneasy. Mr. Beaver just laughed. "Who's Aslan? Why you cheeky little blighter!"

I immediately took offense to this, but didn't get the chance to say so because a few seconds later Mrs. Beaver (who was then sitting beside her husband) elbowed Mr. Beaver and he noticed that we really didn't have a clue about who Aslan was.

"You really don't know, do you?" He stated more than asked, looking incredulous.

"Well, we haven't exactly been here very long." Peter said, smiling a bit uncertainly.

"Well, he's only the king o' the whole wood! The top geezer! The real King of Narnia!" Mr. Beaver said loudly.

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

"But he's just got back!" Mr. Beaver continued, "And he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!"

I raised my eyebrows. Aslan, King of Narnia, was waiting for us at the Stone Table? I knew there had to be a mistake.

"He's waiting for us?" Lucy questioned, obviously as puzzled as I was.

"You're blooming jokin'!" Mr. Beaver exploded, turning towards his wife and gesturing his hands towards us in disbelief, "They don't even know about the prophecy!"

"Well, then..." Mrs. Beaver prodded him. Mr. Beaver calmed down and got serious.

"Look." He said, "Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police; It's all happenin' because of you!"

Susan eyes grew wide with understanding, "You're blaming us?" She asked in surprise, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.

"No! Not blaming. Thanking you!" Mrs. Beaver smiled at us happily.

"You see, there's a prophecy:

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sit at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done." Mr. Beaver recited, saying it so perfectly that I figured he must have recited it a hundred times.

But Susan had a doubting look in her eyes. "You know, that doesn't really rhyme."

Mr. Beaver shook his head. "Yeah, I know it don't, but you're kinda missin' the point!" He said impatiently.

Mrs. Beaver took over, seeing as Mr. Beaver was losing patience. "It has long been for told, that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch, and restore peace to Narnia!"

I didn't quite know what to make of this.

"And you think we're the ones?" Peter said, finally understanding, but not looking especially happy about it.

"Well, you better be, 'cause Aslan has already fitted out your army!" Mr. Beaver looked at us, almost as if willing us to believe.

"Our army?" Lucy asked, amazement written across her face.

This didn't make sense! I had to find out something.

"Wait, wait, wait! Wait just a minute there." I interjected, getting the attention of everybody in the room. "Something is really confusing me."

Mr. Beaver nodded, waiting for me to go ahead.

"This doesn't make sense. You said that the prophecy foretells that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve come to defeat the White Witch. But there are five of us here... I know that these four," I gestured at Pevensies, "are siblings, so it would make complete sense that they're the ones from the prophecy. But then where do I fit in? " I said, trying to sort it out in my mind.

Mr. Beaver glanced at Mrs. Beaver and then replied. "Well, I'm not really sure..."

"You mean you don't even have a remote idea why I was brought here?" I asked. My hope that I would find some answers was rapidly starting to fade.

Mr. Beaver shook his head. "I don't know. But I do know that Aslan doesn't make mistakes. He wouldn'a brought you here if He didn't 'ave a good reason behind it."

I nodded, a bit reassured, but still desperately longing for home.

"But we aren't here to fight in a war!" Susan stated strongly, looking to Peter for backup.

"She's right, I think you've made a mistake! We're not heroes." Peter cried, trying his best to convince them.

Mr. Beaver was on the verge of yelling. "Didn't I just finish tellin' ya? Aslan don't make no mistakes. You're the ones in the prophecy, you're the ones who'er gonna defeat the White Witch!"

Susan got up from her chair, her face cold as stone. "No. We aren't." She turned to Peter, her voice betraying her fear, "We really should go."

He nodded, "Yes, we should." He looked down at the beavers almost apologetically, "Thank you for your hospitality, but it's high time we left." This can't be happening! They can't leave me like this!

"You can't just leave!" Mr. Beaver said, in a shocked voice.

"He's right! We have to help Mr. Tumnus! And what about Eden?" Lucy piped up, and I was touched. At least someone remembered me.

Peter got up and stood beside Susan. "It's out of our hands. I'm sorry, but we need to get home." He turned to me, "Eden, you can come with us, I'm sure we can find a way to get you back to the U.S., we'll just have to ask the Professor..."

"No!" I shouted. He just didn't get it! I came from a totally different time than them, and that wasn't something I could easily explain.

I looked around, trying to think of something to help me win this battle of words. My eyes passed over the stairs and I noticed something: Edmund was gone. What the... I quickly glanced around the rest of the room, but didn't see any sign of him. He must have run off while we were talking!

"Eden, please!" "Peter, we have to help!" "You have to stay!" "We're lost without ya'!" "We need to go!"

The racket was so loud, that at first nobody noticed when I yelled: "EDMUND'S MISSING!"

All at once, everything quieted down. Astonished, Peter looked around the room. When he didn't find his brother, he turned to Susan.

"I'm gonna kill him." He declared angrily. Mr. Beaver looked up at Peter somberly.

"You may not have to."

He stared him straight in the eye. "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?"

Phew! That took a long time to write! But it was definitely worth it. This story has been a lot of fun to write so far, and I am sure it will only get better!

This chapter isn't very funny, but I hope you all still like it. I guess it is just getting into the more serious side.

Anyways, you know the drill: Review, and another chapter will I reward to you! :D