The Light of Narnia - Book 1 (Narnia X OCish Reader)

CHAPTER 24 - Onwards

Meanwhile, Susan and Peter exchanged glances which finally made the latter speak up. "We just want our brother back."

Early the next morning, you, the Pevensies - minus Edmund - and the beavers were already on the move again, soon arriving at a cliff from where you could see another cliff. "Now Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table," Mr. Beaver spoke, "just across the frozen river."

"River?" Peter asked surprisedly.

"The river's been frozen solid for a hundred years," Mrs. Beaver assured.

"It's so far," Peter sighed sadly.

"It's the world, Dear," Mrs. Beaver said kindly, "did you expect it to be small?"

"Smaller," Susan said, sort of bitter-sweetly, while looking at you, Lucy and Peter meaningfully.

After that you walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. Yet, the land on the other side of the river didn't seem to come any closer at all.

"Come on, humans. While we're still young," Mr. Beaver ushered for the upteenth time during the walk.

"If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat," Peter said half-jokingly while letting Lucy climb on his back since she was the youngest and the most tired.

You chuckled lightly, Peter had a point there - it was getting a bit annoying.

The next you know... "Hurry up! Come on!"

"He's getting a little bossy," Lucy commented.

"Behind you! It's her!"

Okay, now you had a reason to run. And you did - the sleigh of the Witch nearing faster than any of you could possibly move.

As soon as you reached the other side, you found a cave where all of you could fit in to hide. So you did, trying to control your breathing as the jingle of the bells neared and neared. It came to a stop right above the ledge. Why you knew? There was a shadow.

A minute of silence passed and all of you started daring to breathe again. "Maybe she's gone," Lucy guessed.

"I suppose I'll go look," you offered since you were sitting in the very front.

"No!" Mr. Beaver denied quickly.

"Then I'll go," Peter suggested, starting to get up.

"No, no!" Mr. Beaver denied again. "You're worth nothing to Narnia dead."

Your eyes widened in realization - the Witch could kill you and bam! prophecy ruined.

"Well, neither are you, Beaver," Mrs. Beaver spoke worriedly.

"Thanks, Sweetheart," Mr. Beaver said, taking his wife's paws. Then he climbed out.

You glanced at the people around you in the moment of silence, all of you sharpening your ears to hear what was going on outside. "Come out, come out!" Mr. Beaver piped his head down again, his heavily accented voice scaring you all for a brief moment. "I hope you've all been good 'cause there's someone here to see you!"

Hopefully you climbed out to see none other than Father Christmas himself. "Merry Christmas, Sir," Lucy wished, being the first one to bravely step forth.

"It certainly is, Lucy. Since you've arrived." The man had a welcoming voice, you noticed. And he looked very friendly too.

"Look, I've put up with a lot since we got here, but this..." Susan trailed off, looking at you and Peter.

"We thought you were the Witch," Peter spoke, partly ignoring what Susan was about to say.

"Yes, sorry about that but in my defense - I have been driving one of these," he glanced at his sleigh, "longer than the Witch."

"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia," Susan spoke up, once again, being the reasonable one.

"No," Father Christmas nodded, now having taken his gloves off. "But hope, that you've brought, Your Majesties, is finally starting to weaken the Witch's power. Still," now he turned to his sleigh, "I dare say you could do with these." He hauled a bag out of the sleigh.

"Presents!" Lucy cheered, going nearer. Father Christmas took something out of the bag and then leaned down to Lucy's level to talk to her. "The juice of the Fireflower. One drop will cure any injury. And though I hope you never have to use it," he handed Lucy a dagger, trailing off.

"Thank you, Sir," the girl stared at it for a bit, "but I think I could be brave enough."

"I'm sure you could," the old man smiled. "But battles are ugly affairs."

Lucy backed up as the man took a bow and a quiver full of arrows out of the bag. "Susan," the older girl stepped forth. "Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss."

"What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'?" Susan asked. You rolled your eyes a bit - you did not like her attitude sometimes.

Father Christmas chuckled. "Though you don't seem to have a problem with making yourself heard. Blow on this and wherever you are, help will come," now, he handed the girl a horn.

"Thanks," Susan smiled. You shrugged to yourself, deciding that maybe she wasn't that bad - just going through puberty.

Now it was Peter's turn. Father Christmas gave him a sword and a shield with a lion on it. "Time to use these may be near at hand," he spoke.

Peter drew out the sword and looked at it with such a gaze one would use looking at a newborn. "Thank you, Sir."

"These are tools, not toys," Father Christmas warned. "Bear them well and wisely." Peter backed up and Father Christmas leaned down once again.

"And at last but not least, Y/n." You stepped forth. "Although you could conjure one with your magic, this," he handed you a spyglass, "can show you anything that's happening anywhere. Use it wisely."

"Thank you," you nodded, looking at the item. Now you had to control yourself to not snoop through other people's lives. "I'll try to not misuse it."

"I know you will," Father Christmas nodded. "Now, I must be off. Winter is almost over. And things do pile up when you've been gone a hundred years." He laughed joyfully while hauling the bag back onto the sleigh. "Long live Aslan! And merry Christmas!"

You yelled your goodbyes to the man and Lucy turned to her siblings. "Told you he was real!"

But something else sat in your mind. "He said winter's almost over," you spoke up. "Which means..."

Peter caught up to what you were saying. "No more ice."