Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Turtles ❪✘❫

07 || The Prophecy

As soon as the Brothers and beavers made it into the dam, right away, Mrs. Beaver began cooking up some dinner for the four visitors. She wanted to make a great impression and ensure that they had full bellies.

While the Brothers sat down at the table, Mr. Beaver sat with them. But Raphael chose to sit on the stairs. "Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Leonardo asked the beavers sitting at their dinner table, made of the finest wood in Narnia with food set out across the surface.

Mr. Beaver replied to Leo, sipping on his tea. "They'll have taken him to the Witch's house. You know what they say. There's few that go through them gates that come out again."

To distract the Brothers from those worrisome words, Mrs. Beaver barged through with a fresh plate of, "Fish 'n' chips?" She chuckled, setting the dinner in front of Mikey. It's seasoned fish, crispy and whole with a dozen or so chips next to them. "But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope." She smiled at Michelangelo, making him smirk.

Mr. Beaver spat his drink back into his cup, exclaiming roughly. "Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope!" He lowered his head closer to the table, gushing his voice and leaning inward toward the Brothers. "Aslan is on the move."

The reptilian mutants weren't sure how to react to these words from a talking beaver. Aslan is a name-- someone who sounds very important to this world. Leo, Donnie, and Mikey were eager to listen to Beaver, waiting for him to continue. And Raphael, he stood up from the stairs, interested in this 'Aslan' as well. "Who's Aslan?" He asked.

Instantly, Mr. Beaver laughed and cackled, thinking Raph was joking. "Who's Aslan? You cheeky little blighter!" Then, his wife nudged him roughly to get him to quit. "What?" He glanced at her before looking at the four siblings staring at him in confusion. "You don't know, do you?"

Leo laughed lightly at Beaver. "Well, sir, we haven't exactly been here very long."

"Well, he's the only king of the whole wood." Beaver informed them. "The top geezer. The real King of Narnia."

"He's been away for a long while." Mrs. Beaver says softly, leaning on her husband.

"But he's just got back!" Beaver spat out with excitement. "And he's waiting for you at the Stone Table!"

Mikey's eyes widen at Mr. Beaver. "He's waiting for us?"

"You're blooming joking!" Beaver got carried away and looks at his wife. "They don't even know about the prophecy!"

Mrs. Beaver gestured. "Well, then..."

"Look..." Mr. Beaver sighed. "Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the secret police, its all happening because of you!"

Don scoffed at Beaver, pushing his glasses up. "You're blaming us?"

"No!" Mrs. Beaver says. "Not blaming. Thanking you." She smiled.

Mr. Beaver continues. "There's a prophecy. When greatly scaled flesh sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done." He says.

"That doesn't really rhyme..." Don commented.

"I know it don't." Beaver said. "You're kind of missing the point!"

Mrs. Beaver decided to give this a try. "It has long been fortold that four greatly scaled kings will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia."

Leo was in disbelief. "And you think we're the ones?"

Mr. Beaver stood up from the table. "You'd better be, 'cause Aslan's already fitting out your army!"

"Our army? Oh, sh*t! Hear that, guys? We're--- We're going to war..." Don freaked, looking at his older brother. "Dad sent us away from we wouldn't get caught up in a war."

The older brother looks at the beavers. "I think you made a mistake. We're ninjas who fight crime in a city... We are not heroes when it comes to a massive war."

"We're from Manhattan," Donnie says, beginning to stand from the table with Leo. "Thank you for your hospitality. But we really need to go."

"But you can't just leave!" Mr. Beaver barked.

"He's right." Mikey said, still sitting at the table. "We have to help Mr. Tumnus."

Leo crossed his arms. "Mikey, it's out of our hands." Then he looks at the beavers, seeing disappointed and worried expressions on their faces. "I'm sorry, but it's time that the four of us start heading home. Raph?" He turned to see that his brother is gone, nowhere to be seen in the den. Of course, Raph is always running off on his own. Leo felt rage brewing inside him as he looked at Mr. Beaver. "I'm gonna kill 'em..."

"You may not have to..." Beaver said. "Has Raphael ever been to Narnia before?"

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Raphael didn't even think to bring the coat with him. He walked out of the beaver dam and into the cold woods of Narnia, being consumed by the weather and marching through the snow. He walked as fast as he could, looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed by his brothers, the beavers, or unknown features of this mysterious world.

And then, he made it to the Witch's castle... completely made of ice, stiff, and a waste of space in these woods. It's dim, had many different colors of blue hues in the darkened night, and gave off an eerie vibe. Raph walks up to the front gates, hesitating to open the large door to let himself in.

Just behind him, his brothers and Mr. Beaver were following his tracks and stopped the moment they met the castle from a distance, shocked to see this building. It was a hard pill to swallow when the other three Brothers processed it was owned by a nasty witch. "Oh..." Leo muttered.

Without a warning, Mikey yelled out after seeing a spec of his brother walking up to the doors. "RAPH!"

"SHH!!" Beaver shushed loudly. "They'll hear you!" He sharply said. Then, Leo darted for it and Beaver grabbed the end of Leo's heavy snow coat. "No!"

"Get off of me!" Leo roared at Beaver, watching him back away.

"You're playing into her hands!" Beaver continued in a stressed manner.

Don looks at Beaver. "We can't just let him go!"

"He's our brother, man!" Mikey whined.

Beaver finally got to the point. "He's the bait! The Witch wants all four of you!"

"Why?" Leo said, his temper much calmer and willing to listen.

"To stop the prophecy from coming true! To kill you!" Beaver breathed out. The leader's breath shuddered after hearing those words. He looked back at the castle, watching the door close-- Raphael made it inside. He knew this was not going to be an easy takeback when it came to Raph.

"Oh, Leo... This is all your fault." Don said lowly.

Leo snapped his head at Don. "Oh, my fault, now? Donnie, you're starting to sound like Raph!"

"None of this would have happened if you just listened to me in the first place!" The nerd barked, overwhelmed by this experience. He hated sounding like Raph, but he hated being caught up in this. He didn't want to be in a war or have one of his brothers go off on his own in a foreign world.

"Oh, so you knew this would happen?" Leo asked Don.

"I didn't know what would happen. Which is why we should have turned back while we still could!" Don kept yelling.

"Shut up!" Mikey burst at his older brothers, tired of hearing them argue. "This isn't going to help Raph."

"He's right," Beaver said. "Only Aslan can help your brother now..."

Leo looks down at Beaver, hardly able to see him. "Then take us to him."