The Guardian of Narnia

IV

The three siblings trampled through the snow in search of their brother. The Beavers and Elvira followed, knowing where he was. They finally saw the tall ice palace of the White Witch. The doors were slightly open and a small black dot was walking in.

"EDMUND!" Lucy suddenly screamed. Elvira shushed her.

"They will hear you!" she told her. Peter suddenly ran forward. Elvira jumped on him and pushed him to the ground, her claws sheathed. She did not want to hurt the King.

"Get off!" he said.

"You do not understand!" she growled, "He is your bait. The Witch wants all four of you! To dispatch you, so the Prophecy will not come to light!" He stopped struggling and Elvira got off of him.

"My apologises for jumping on you, my liege," she said and bowed shamefully. He ignored her and watched as the doors to the castle slowly shut over Edmund.

"This is all your fault!" Susan said, looking at Peter. He laughed slightly in shock.

"My fault?" he said.

"None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me in the first place!"

"Oh, and I suppose you knew what was going to happen?"

"I didn't know what would happen. Which is why we should've left while we could!"

"STOP IT!" Lucy shrieked, causing her older siblings to hold their tongues.

"None of this will help Edmund," she said.

"Lucy is correct," Elvira said, "Only Aslan can help you now."

"Take us to him," Peter said. She bowed her head and led the Beavers and the children away from the Witch and away from Edmund.

Elvira took them back to the Beaver's dam.

"Why are we here again?" Susan said.

"I know what I am doing, my Queen," she said, and Susan did not reply.

"Beavers, start packing. We have five minutes, maximum," Elvira told him. The two Beavers hastened to get ready for the long journey. She turned to the children.

"It is not Peter's fault you are here, not Lucy's nor Susan's. It is mine. I got myself banished. I was the one who wrote the prophecy by my own misdemeanours. Do not blame others, Susan, it is a nasty habit to get into, especially when it is your own fault," said. The three were silent. Lucy whimpered slightly and embraced her. She heard her quietly whisper,

"I'm scared, Elvira. I'm petrified." Elvira gave her a whiskery kiss on her forehead. Suddenly, she heard howling.

"I do not mean to rush you, Beavers, but we are not going to need jam on this trip," she said. Beaver quickly ran to a part of the floor and opened it up. A tunnel!

"Hurry, mother!" Beaver said as the walls echoed a scratching noise. The three children went to the tunnel. Elvira stood there, hostile.

"Vira!" Beaver called.

"Go! I will hold them off! Block the exit once you are out!" she said and turned. They ducked down as Maugrim broke in.

"Elvira. The Guardian," he sneered.

"Maugrim. The hound," Elvira shot back, mimicking his tone of voice. He growled a little. She laughed slightly.

"Do not try and frighten me, dog. I can smell your mistress' fear of me and my brother from miles away," she sneered. He howled and a good ten other wolves entered.

"Oh," she thought and lunged at one of them, killing him with a swipe of her paw. She managed to keep them at bay long enough and then leapt up and outside to the cool midnight air. She saw the wolves howling.