England's Tale (A Moriarty The Patriot + Chronicles of Narnia Crossover)

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Louis (Continued from Chapter 7)

"Calm, my kin. I am with you." He whispered. I hug him tighter, trusting him as always.

William

I feel Louie hug me tighter. 'He is really scared.... poor Baby Boy....'

At the corner of my eye. I see a beaver walk past. It stops in its tracks and walks over to us. Louis follows my gaze and hides behind me. Usually, animals hiss and run away when they see us. I would blame our scarlet red eyes. But this beaver; a female, just walked up to us curiously. We glanced at each other nervously and silently agreed not to tell Albert. He would claim that we were to head to a mental hospital.

"Well, hello there!" Mrs. Beaver said. We both yelp when we heard her voice. Louis hugs me tighter in fear.

"Did it just-"

"Yup."

"Was it-?"

"Am I-?"

"Nope."

"I apologize for frightening you with my voice. The Emperor's Son did not mention that we would have more visitors in Narnia." The beaver says. Narnia? Is that the name of this place that is beyond the wardrobe's door? Louis, being the polite one, shyly waves. "H-Hi neighbour..."

"Hello. I am Mrs. Beaver. What is your name, deary?" The beaver asked Louis. Louis gives me a look. I nod, giving him permission. He takes a breath and replies, "My name is Louis. This is my brother William. A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Beaver."

"The pleasure is all mine!" She says happily. She then sees my little brother shivering from the cold. "Oh! Come, come, come! You must get warm from this cold!" Louis and I both nod as we follow the creature to what looks pretty much like a beaver's dam and den.

We both managed to fit despite our heights and were greeted with such kindness from Mrs. Beaver. I was impressed. And my sweet brother looked as if he entered a realm out of the children's books we read- full of light and joy, knowing this was real.

"Would you like a cup of tea, dearies?" We both nod and see the beaver scramble around to find the ingredients she needs. My brother lays his head on my shoulder. I look at his face, which no longer held onto the joyful smile he had earlier. I gently stroke his hair. "You okay, Baby Boy?"

"I guess I'm just a bit tired. I mean, first the tickle war, then we step into a mirror that leads to the future, we learn there is a World War going on and now we're in a new world... this isn't a dream, but it feels like one. Maybe just all this going on... I feel tired."

I frown slightly. I can tell that there is a missing detail that Louis is not telling me. Still, I knew he was speaking the truth. I softly hum again, and he drifts off to sleep.

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