𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾

Chapter 7: Father Christmas

~3rd Person P.O.V.~

The six now all walked along a cliff, stopping in their tracks as they look out into the distance, the sun slowly rising.

Beaver then spoke up. "Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river."

"River?" Peter questions in disbelief.

"Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years." Mrs. Beaver assures.

"It's so far." Y/n points out.

"It's the world, dear." Mrs. Beaver reminds. "Did you expect it to be small?"

"Smaller." Susan says, narrowing her eyes on her brother before walking away.

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They all walked along the frozen river, Beaver calling back to the four many times during their travel.

"Come on, humans! While we're still young." And there he goes again.

Peter sighs and shakes his head, glancing at Y/n and Susan. "If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat." He then puts Lucy on his back as the other two smile.

"Hurry up! Come on!" And again.

"He is getting a little bossy." Lucy agrees.

"No!" Mrs. Beaver suddenly shouts. "Behind you! It's her!" The four turn around, seeing a sled coming towards them.

The Witch! Y/n thinks.

"Run! Run!"

Peter sets Lucy to the ground before grabbing her hand, starting to run as he pushes Y/n ahead of him.

"Run!"

They all run across the frozen lake, the sleigh getting closer and closer each second. Beaver leads them to a small cave under some concrete.

"Inside!" He shouts. "Dive! Dive!"

Hiding underneath the concrete, they hear the sleigh come to a stop from above. The footsteps come closer to them before small bits of snow falls in front of them and a shadow is seen on a rock.

Then she shadow leaves their sight and the footsteps become faint.

"Maybe she's gone." Lucy suggests in a whisper.

"I suppose I'll go look." Peter whispers, starting to stand up.

"No!" Beaver whisper-shouts, stopping the boy. "You're worth nothing to Narnia dead."

"Well, neither are you, Beaver." Mrs. Beaver holds out her hand.

Beaver grabs ahold of her hand, patting it softly. "Thanks, sweetheart." He then walks out to check.

They all glance around in fear, Peter holding both Lucy and Y/n close to him. After a couple seconds, Beaver's head pops out, scaring them slightly.

"Come out! Come out!" He exclaims in happiness. "I hope you've all been good cause there's someone here to see you!"

They all walk out, only to see a familiar white bearded man.

Father Christmas, Y/n thought.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Lucy smiles.

"It certainly is, Lucy, since you have arrived." He smiles back.

Susan looks at Peter and Y/n. "Look, I've put up with a lot since I got here, but this-"

"We thought you were the Witch." Y/n interrupts her, walking forward.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry about that, but in my defense, I have been driving one of these longer than the Witch."