The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)

Chapter 4

Noah gasped as they crested a hill. Laid out in front of him was the most beautiful landscape on earth (if this was 'on earth'). He had never been one to admire the beauty of nature. That had always been Evelyn's thing, but even he couldn't deny that the way the snow-covered trees seemed to dance was truly magical. It almost made him forget how freezing cold he was. Almost.

"Hurry up!" The fox called back to him.
"S-sorry! It's just r-really c-cold."
"Really?!" The fox seemed to roll his eyes. "You're wearing two winter coats. Two! Plus those boots we picked up from the bears earlier, I mean, come on! How much more do you need to be warm?!" A look of realization flitted over his face.
"Right. You're Aslan's son. I keep forgetting."
"Okay, okay. Hold on a minute. You never told me who this Aspan guy is. Al-"
"Aslan. Azz-laan. Try."
Noah rolled his eyes. "Aslan, then, but who is he and why do you call him my father, my father died when I was a kid. Also why does everyone bow to me when they see me and call me 'your majesty' or 'your highness'? It's kind of annoying."
The fox blinked.
"Okay, let's do this slowly." The fox took a deep breath. "Aslan is the King of Narnia. He-"
"He's not married to the witch, is he?"
"What?"
"That woman who calls herself the Queen of Narnia."
"Please. Aslan would never even think of allying himself with someone like her." The fox almost spat out the last word. "He is the true king of Narnia, and he has come to the stone table because of the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve. He is Narnia's savior, along with the Kings and Queens of the Prophecy, and-
"Okay, okay! Can we get back on topic please? Why do you say he's my father?"
"Long ago, at the start of this 100 year war, Aslan realised the dangers that it would hold for two very special children. And so, on the last moon of spring, he crept into the witch's ice castle, and took the witch's daughter to safety."
"He stole the witch's daughter?!"
"Well, I suppose that is one way to look at it. But we Narnians prefer the word 'saved'. Anyway," he glared at Noah. "If I can get on with the story now."
"Right, uhm, of course."
"So, he took both the witch's daughter and his own son to a secret location. One which led to the other world. He feared for their safety, so he sent them away. And that night, a prophecy was made."
"What was it?"
The fox took another deep breath.
"When two enter Narnia,
One shall fall,
And bring the courage to end it all,
The great king rises,
And with the four,
Five hearts save Narnia,
But lose it all."
"What does that mean?"
"That," the fox bowed, "is for you to decide, your majesty." And with that, he slunk around a boulder, out of sight.
"Hey!" Noah chased after him. "Where am I supposed to-" he stopped short.
"Woah."
In front of him, colorful tents stood tall, despite the snow threatening to way them down. All sorts of weird creatures were bustling around, some making weapons and armor, others practicing their fighting skills. Noah saw fauns like Mr. Tumnus, centaurs, leopards and tigers... He couldn't believe his eyes.
"Psst!"
Noah looked to his right, where the fox was hiding in the trees.
"Walk straight down the middle, towards the largest tent, and only stop once your in front of the slope. When you get there, tell them that you are here to see Aslan." And he disappeared.
"Wait!" Noah called. But the fox was already gone.
Oh well, he thought. Let's get this over and done with. He stepped forward, towards the tents, nearly jumping out of his skin when a horn sounded, and walked down the center of the camp. As he passed, everyone bowed, which Noah was confused by, until he remembered that Aslan, his supposed father, was their king, therefore making him their prince. It was a weird thought, him being a prince. He could almost hear Evelyn laughing that he was only a royal pain, not a prince. She would think this whole suddenly-royal-and-must-help-defeat-a-terrifying-force-of-evil-in-a-place-they-didn't-know-existed thing was hilarious. Noah sighed. He had to get her back, and, hopefully, this father of his would be able to help. With a jolt, he realised he was nearly at the slope to the biggest tent, and came to a halt.
"I'm here to see Aslan!" He declared, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.
There were murmurs from behind him, and he turned around to see that a big crowd had gathered behind him as he walked. Everyone bowed down on one knee, and the centaur guarding the tent turned and lowered his head as a great lion exited the red and gold tent. Noah bowed too.
"Rise, my son. You have no need to bow." His voice was low and reassuring. "Come, let us speak in private."