The Youngest Pevensie Sibling series- book 1- The Faithful

Part 1 Chapter 14- Prophecies

"You can come out now, little one.' Spoke Mr Beaver in a comforting voice to Sophie.
Sophie was reluctant to face what she knew would be her angry siblings. Especially Susan, who would lecture her about running off and would sentence Sophie to always be in her eyesight. But Sophie knew she couldn't keep hiding forever and that sooner or later, she would have to face the wrath of her older sibling.

Reluctantly, she stood up poking her head above the top of the snow drift. Peter was the first to reach her scooping her into his arms with a very tight hug. Sophie heard him sigh in relief, placing multiple kisses on her head.

"You're okay, you're okay." Peter sighed more to comfort himself. Peter then crouched down to Sophie's height.
He spoke in a strict but calm voice.
"Sophie, look at me. You can not do this again. You can not go off running by yourself when we don't know where you are. Especially here. This world is new to all of us, and therefore, there could be imaginable dangers that we don't know about. Please just promise me that you won't run off without telling at least one of us where you are going."

"I promise," replied sophie in an ashamed voice.

"Sophie, are you okay." A frightened Susan quizzed.

Sophie nodded in reply. There was no way that she would ever tell susan or Peter what she had witnessed. If they knew, she would be forced to remain glued to their side until she was a grown up. They didn't need to know. It was her own eyes and ears that had seen and heard it, not her siblings. She deserved to have some secrets.

Sophie had zonned out with her thoughts as Susan tried to lecture her about how running off was wrong and dangerous. Sophie had heard the same lecture many, many times before. She knew all the words susan would say off by heart. It only eneded when sophie promised susan that she would be careful and appease her by staying glued to Peters' side, for a while at least.

And so the siblings trudged on through the knee-high snow, pulling their coats around them. At one point Peter had fallen but stood up laughing which seamed to go someway to lifting the tension in the air.

When the beavers dam drew near a female beavers appeared walking towards the group before exclaiming

"Beaver, is that you? If I find you, you've been out with Badger again.".
Mrs Beaver paused as she realised it was infact humans that stood with her husband and not badger.

"I never thought I would live to see this day. You couldn't have given me ten minutes' warning." Spoke an over excited Mrs Beaver.

"I would have given you a week if I thought it would help."laughed Mr Beaver.

"Come on, don't just stand there. Come in out of the cold and we will see if we can find you some food and civilised company." Mrs Beaver spoke in a playful manner.

The dam was small and cosy but warm with a fire blazing in a mini fireplace. Everything was small, beaver sized. Even the stools that Mrs Beaver directed the children to sit on, where to the children the size of a human baby's chair. However small the dam was, the beavers did their best to make their guest as comfortable as they could be.

"What's happened to Mr Tumnus." Lucy asked.

Mr Beaver looked to Sophie, who remained quiet before replying sadly himself. "The wiches secret police have taken him."

"Where have they taken him Mr Beaver," a sad and upset Sophie asked quietly.

"They were last seen headed north. We all know what that means." Came Mr Beavers reply.

"We don't, sorry for stating, but we are new here, in this land of Narnia," corrected Peter.

"They'll have taken him to the witches' house," Mr Beaver replied. "Very few who enter there come out alive again. They say that the courtyard is filled with statues, creatures she has turned to stone."