The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 3

Evelyn gasped. She was lying, covered in snow, inside a wardrobe! Well, supposedly. She got up to face the direction she'd come from, pushing Noah off of her so her face planted into the ground. Evelyn spun slowly, taking in every single detail of this magical land.

"It's real. It's real. It's real." She said, over and over, as if chanting those words would make it seem so. Part of her thought she was dreaming, that she would wake up soon, lying next to Lucy on the soft green grass of the manor, the giant oak tree giving them some shade. But she didn't. She stood there, surrounded by a snowy forest inside of a wardrobe. It seemed impossible. But it was real. It's was all real.

She squealed, jumping up and down.
"This is AMAZING!"
Noah smirked.
"Yeah, just about as amazing as this!" Snow flew from his fingertips, straight for Evelyn. She shrieked as it hit her full on in the face.
"Oh, you are so gonna get it!" She threatened jokingly, bending down to scoop up some snow, packing it into a hard, white ball.
Soon, the two were soaking wet and covered in snow, shrieking and laughing as they ran around, hiding and attacking.
Evelyn was on the defence. Noah chased her around the clearing as she struggled through the snow. As she knelt down to make a ball one of his snowballs hit her straight in the back, and she landed hard on the white ground. He advanced, pelting her with snowball after snowball. She threw her hands up to shield her face from his attack.
"Okay okay! You win!" She laughed.
He didn't respond.
"Noah?" She asked, lowering her hands slightly. What she saw made her gasp.

Snowballs, hovering in the air, as if held up by invisible strings. Her mouth dropped open.
"H-how did you...do that?" She whispered.
"I-I didn't." A frown creased his brow. "I think...I think you did."
Evelyn's eyes went as round as Christmas ornaments.
"M-me?!"
To say she was shocked was an understatement.
"I did that?!" She dropped her hands from where they were positioned against her chest. The snowballs hit the ground with a splat.
"Yup." Noah nodded, looking down at the scrambled snow in disbelief.
"That can't be true!" Evelyn too stared at the smushed snowballs. "This is crazy! I can't believe it!"

"You better believe it, princess." A low voice growled from behind them. They turned to see a lone wolf stalking towards them.
"Who said that?" Noah demanded, fear lacing his voice.
"Who else?" The wolf chuckled, causing Evelyn to back away, fear clearly displayed on her face.
"Calm down princess." Evelyn swore the grey beast rolled his eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you. The queen wants you back home, safe." The wolf snarled the last word, as if he wasn't too happy about it. Evelyn gulped as Noah pulled her behind him.
"Go ahead and try to take her!" He shouted.
The wolf gave another low chuckle. "I don't need to try, son of Aslan." Again, the wolf spat out the last word. Noah frowned in confusion.
"Aslan? Who's Aslan?" He shook his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter! Get out of here! Leave Evie and I alone!".
"Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that."

While this short exchange had been happening, Evelyn hadn't noticed the figures sneaking around behind her. That is, until one of them jumped on her. She was so surprised she didn't even call for Noah, instead rolling out from under it and booting it in the stomach. It whimpered pathetically, and she turned her attention to the other oversized pack animals. She kicked and struggled, but there were far too many. She didn't even know how she had gotten the better of one of them. She felt herself being dragged away as she finally, finally, found her voice.

"NOAH!" She screamed, struggling. He ran towards her, only to be blocked by the other wolf.
"EVE!" He called.
She continued to struggle as she was pulled away.
"Run! Run away! I'll be alright!" She called, hoping he heard her and listened to what she said. It wasn't likely.

She continued to struggle as the wolves dragged her further up the mountain that they had started to climb a while ago. She wasn't giving up without a fight, but she stopped as they reached the top, and a glowing, bright white castle loomed over her. The same as the one from her nightmare.

Noah heard her call, telling him to be safe and not look for her. Yeah, right! He kicked the ground, trying his hardest not to admit that she was right, he would only get himself killed if he tried to help now, with no fighting experience and no-one to help him. A scowl fell over his face as the sky seemed to darken, though the clouds remained the same dull grey. He couldn't believe it! Ten minutes in this place and he'd already lost his sister!

"Well hello there."
Noah spun around, anger flaring in his eyes at the sound of the wolf. But it wasn't the wolf. A red fox stood in front of him, smirking slightly.
"His majesty finally returns." The fox bowed.
"His...majesty?" Noah questioned. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on. There is a long trip ahead, and we are already late."
"Late for what?"
"You'll see." The fox slunk ahead.
"Well what do you mean 'His Majesty'"
"All in due course."
"But-"
"We do not have much time, your majesty. Like I said, we are already very late. Come on."
"LISTEN MISTER!" Noah's anger burst out. "My sister was just taken! I don't care what stupid plans we're late for! I need to get her back!"
"Your majesty, what else would the plans be for?" The fox raised his eyebrows. At least, he would've if he had any. "Now hurry up!" The fox was already a decent way ahead, and, with nowhere else to go, Noah followed, glancing quickly at the tracks made by Evelyn's body, now half buried in the fresh fallen snow. He would find her. And when he did, he would make sure that no-one ever hurt her again.

When Evelyn entered the castle, the wolves scattered, some standing guard in various places in the hall, others simply disappearing. The biggest one stayed with her though, leading her towards a tall staircase. It could have been beautiful. Made entirely of ice, it should have sparkled in the light, but it didn't. It was dull, and plain. Surrounded by so much ice, everything was dull. There was no change. No light to make the palace seem warmer, or friendlier. Not that Evelyn minded the temperature. She wore black pants and a short-sleeved button shirt and vest, which wasn't exactly the warmest thing in her wardrobe. She should have been freezing, but, for some reason, she only felt mildly chilly.

As the wolf lead her through another, final, pair of doors, her eyes came to rest on a figure. She sat on a beautifully carved throne, a smaller one beside it, and looked down upon them with a cold, hard glare.
"Maugrim." Her voice was as icy as her eyes, which reflected the pale blue of the castle walls. "You have done well. Now," she stood, grabbing a long, crystal stick. Evelyn thought it look mildly familiar.
"Leave us."
The wolf bowed, before sulking out of the room.
The woman turned her icy glare towards Evelyn, forcing a smile to paint her lips.
"I can't believe it."
The words she spoke next, changed everything.

"My daughter. Home, at last."