A Dream of a Dream (Narnia Edmund Pevensie)

Chaper 5 Prophecies

Chapter 5 Prophecies
(Vivian's P.O.V.)

We trekked on through the woods for what seemed like years, until we came to a hill overlooking a frozen lake with a small house on top of a dam.
"Oh blimey! Looks like the ol girl's got the kettle on, good cuppa rosy lee."
"You have a lovely home Mr. Beaver." I complemented.
"It's merely a trifle. You should see it when it is done now that'll be the business."
"Beaver? Is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find you've been out with badger again-" said a very feminine voice. She gasped when she saw the five of us coming down the slope after Mr. Beaver.
"Oh- well those aren't badgers." She came towards us her time getting more and more joyful with every word.
"Oh jese, I never thought I'd love to see the day! You couldn't have given me ten minutes warning." She said turning to Beaver and fretting over her fur. He laughed,
"I would've given you a week if I thought it've helped."
"Come inside," she welcomed. Turning to us once more "and we'll see if we can't get you some food and some, civilized company." The last bit was obviously referring to Mr. Beaver. I laughed lightly and followed her inside along with the others. The inside of the house was a lot bigger than it had seemed on the outside (A/N: It's a TARDIS!) and had a very home-like feel. There were candles all around the den/kitchen letting no spot be left unlit, there was even a makeshift chandelier above the table that Lucy, Peter, Mr. Beaver, and I were seated at. Susan was serving tea to all of us while Mrs. Beaver was bustling around the kitchen preparing dinner for her unexpected company.
"Isn't there any way we can help Mr. Tumnus?" Peter questioned Mr. Beaver.
"They've taken 'em to the white witch's 'ouse, and you know what they say 'there's few that go through those gates that come out again'." As he finished Mrs. Beaver came running over dropping plates of sardines and bark in front of us.
"Fish and chips." She riches out trying to distract us from what her husband just said,
"But there, is hope dears. Lots of hope." Beaver spit out his drink,
"Oh! Yeah, there's a right but more than 'ope. Aslan is on the move." Aslan, Aslan, Aslan. A sense of knowing joy urged through me. The same feeling I got when I saw Mr. Tumnus. But there was something else there. Something more, much more. Courage perhaps, safety, love? Even. Maybe it was all of those feelings and more. All I know is that this 'Aslan' is very important, to me and all of Narnia.
"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked getting up from his seat on the stairs. The look on his face made him seem like he was threatened by the very name. There's something up with him and I'm determined to find out. Perhaps I'll ask him after dinner. Mr. Beaver started laughing,
"Who's Aslan, hahahaha. You chee'y lile blighter." Mrs. Beaver gave him a look.
"You don't know do ya?"
"Well- we haven't exactly been her very long." Peter defended.
"He's only the ruled of the whole, wood. The top geezer. The real king of Narnia. And not only that, he was also the one to make your lile friend over there!" Beaver said pointing at me. My eyes widened in pure shock.
"W-what?" Was all I could manage to say.
"Well, you see. You were made from the brightest star in our sky by Aslan himself. You weren't technically his daughter but he sure treated you like it." Mrs. Beaver said in a kind voice, putting a comforting paw on my arm.
"You see Aslan has been a way for quite some time."
"Yeah but he just got back, and he's waiting for you near the stone table!"
"He's waiting for us?" Lucy asked in a small voice.
"Your bloomin' jokin'! They don't even know about the prophecy."
"Well... then." Mrs. Beaver encouraged.
"Look... Aslan's return, Tumnus arrest, the secret police, it's all happenin' because of you!"
"You're blaming us!" Susan accused.
"No! Not blaming, thanking you!" The she-beaver explained.
"There's an prophecy," Mr. Beaver stated, "when Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits alongside Aslan's child in throne the evil times will be over and done."
"You know it doesn't really rhyme." I joked.
"You're kinda missin' the point." Mrs. Beaver put a hand on her husbands shoulder, speaking lightly,
"It has long been foretold, that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve along with the child of Narnia will defeat the white witch and restore peace to Narnia." She pointed to us as she listed our roles. Peter and Susan shared a look before returning there eyes to the Beavers. This won't end well.
"...And you think we're the ones?"
"Well you betta' be 'cause Aslan's already fitted out ya army!"
"Our army?!" I echoed.
"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." Susan sternly reminded Peter.
"I-I think you've made a mistake. We're not heroes!"
"We're from Finchly!" They both tried to reason with beaver, but his mind was set and there was nothing they could do to change it. Susan stood up.
"Thank you for your hospitality," she said stiffly, "but we really have to go." The Beavers started to protest,
"No you-you can't just leave!"
"He's right." Said Lucy who, like me, had stayed seated.
"We have to help Mr. Tumnus." I declared.
"It's out of our hands." Peter scolded us. He turned to the Beavers,
"I'm sorry but the five of us should be getting home. Ed,-" he looked to where Edmund should've been sitting. Emphasis on should've. He wasn't in the house.
"I'm gonna kill him."
"You might not have to. Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before."
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A/N: I'm sorry I had to end it this way but I wasn't sure how to split it up then this happened. Anyway, it is now spring break so you won't have to wait too long for another update! My hand hurts so I'm gonna go.
Have a fantastic morning, afternoon, and/or night!
Bye!
~Kieraxx