Author's Note: Hi! Marie here. It's soooo good to be back! I missed you guys…anyways, here's chapter 6!

Chapter 6

After walking around the wood for a very long time, we finally came to Mr. Beaver's dam.

"It's lovely!" Lucy piped. Mr. Beaver smiled.

"It's not finished yet, but it'll do." We managed to climb down the steep hill without much difficulty, then we knocked on the dam's door.

"Beaver, why are you so late?" a female voice inside demanded. "If you've been out with Badger again…" She stopped as she opened the door, staring at all of us. "Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day!"

What day? We were ushered in, welcomed by a warm fire and a rather short table. But it'll do. We gathered round as Mr. Beaver told the story of a lion named Aslan, and that he was 'on the move.'

"So, what's that have to do with us?" Peter asked.

"You're bloomin' joking!" Mr. Beaver cried. He turned to his wife. "They don't even know about the Prophecy!"

"Well, then…" Mrs. Beaver gestured at us.

"There's a Prophecy," Mr. Beaver said. "'When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done.'"

"You know, that doesn't really rhyme," Susan pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know it doesn't-but you're kind of missing the point!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.

"The point is when two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve come into Narnia, Aslan will return and defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia!" Mrs. Beaver explained.

"You don't understand," Peter began, "we're not heroes."

"We're from Finnchley," Susan put in. The beavers looked confused at this statement.

Well, they've never heard of Finnchley. Or England.

"Well, we should go back now." Peter stood up. "I'm sorry, but we're not who you're looking for. C'mon, Ed." He turned to Edmund and his furry, fluffy coat.

But the coat was all he saw.

"Ed?" Peter called.

"Where'd he go?" I asked. Peter looked furious.

"I'm gonna kill him."

"You may not 'ave to." We all turned to Mr. Beaver. "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?"

The jingle bells…oh bugger! We all ventured out of the Beaver's home, looking around.

"Look! Footprints," I declared. "Well, human ones, anyway."

"They look like Ed's." Susan inspected a print closely.

"Let's follow them," Peter declared, and he set off, us following, to track Edmund down. We stopped at a hill that sloped down into a valley with an icy castle.

"Look at the entrance," I whispered. Sure enough, there went Edmund, right through the frosty blue door.

"EDMUND!" Lucy shouted. Mr. Beaver placed a hand, er, paw on her mouth.

"Shh! They'll hear you!" he hissed. Peter started forward.

"No!" Mr. Beaver cried as he tackled Peter's legs.

"But he's our brother!" Susan declared.

"We can't just leave him!" Peter added.

"He's the bait!" Mr. Beaver cried. "The White Witch needs all four of you to stop the Prophecy from coming true. To kill you!" We all stared back, shocked, even though this didn't directly involve me.

"We can't just let him die," I declared helplessly.

"Only Aslan can save him now," Mr. Beaver said solemnly. Peter took one more glance toward the castle as the door slid shut.

"Then take us to him." He looked at Mr. Beaver with steely look, then his gaze went to me. "Maybe you should go back, Belle. This could get dangerous."

"Are you kidding? I'm not abandoning you guys, or Edmund, now." He nodded, and Beaver got a weird look in his eyes as he looked at me. "Do I have something in my teeth?" I asked. He shook his head, smiles cracking around me.

"What's your last name, Isabelle?"

"Kirke," I replied. No need to get technical and legal with a beaver. His eyes grow wide.

"You've got to be kidding!"

"No…my name really is Isabelle Kirke. Wait, is that a bad thing?" He shook his head.

"No, not at all! Your…father…or grandfather…"

"…uncle…?"

"Or uncle, yes. Your uncle was the first son of Adam to ever enter Narnia!"

"You never told us that!" Susan exclaimed.

"He never told me that!" I replied. "Oh, well, enough about me. Let's go find Aslan. Maybe he can explain all this." With a nod from Peter, we all headed back to the Beaver's home.

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