Clara Bronson hadn't thought that a lion would ever be capable of speaking English, nor did she expect to find a whole world behind her grandfather's beloved wardrobe with four siblings from Finchley.
For many years Clara had lived a life of col...
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A RUSH OF ICE.
"You know... if I was old enough to curse, I certainly would." Looking down upon the frozen river— which was not so frozen anymore— Clara bit her lip anxiously.
From what Mr. Beaver had told them, the river they were meant to cross had been frozen solid for years.
But as their group looked down, the ice that had formed above it was quickly chipping away. Ever since they had arrived in Narnia, the land was slowly thawing out and what was supposed to comfort them only inconvenienced them.
"We need to cross. Now." Peter declared as he began to scale the cliffside with Susan on his heels. Clara let the beavers go ahead of her before she also attempted to descend.
After successfully making it to the bottom, Clara warily stepped forwards onto the ice, yelling in surprise when it bobbed into the chilling water and almost took her with it. Mr. Beaver held his paw out to stop her from continuing further, though she didn't need much convincing in the first place.
"Let me go first." He cautioned as he started slapping the ground with his tail, testing the weak points. Once he gave the clear, Clara let Peter lead the way after the animal. She would not be able to withstand the icy water if she were to fall in.
Just as they had made it half way across the river, they heard rather familiar snarls and looked up to see the Witch's wolf pack making their way down the slopes. Clara narrowed her eyes when Maugrim pushed to the front, his jagged teeth baring at her.
Noticing the confrontation between the two, Peter shoved Clara behind him and brandished his sword, pointing it in the leader's face. Maugrim let a low chuckle escape from his throat. "Put that down boy. Someone could get hurt." He smirked as he inched closer, pinning them between him and three other wolves.
"Leave now while you can, and your brother leaves with you." The wolf was clever, Clara would give him that. He knew they desperately wanted Edmund back and was trying to fool Peter. "He's lying." Clara muttered from behind Peter, to which he regarded her with a short glance.
"Come on, this isn't your war." Lucy gasped as the ice right next to her broke away and made it's way downstream. "All my queen wants is for you to take your family and go."
"Don't listen to him! Remember the prophecy!"
"What's it gonna be Son of Adam? I won't wait forever... and neither will the river."
