The Oldest Warrior (Under Editing)

Chapter One

Sierra's POV
I dashed through the woods, trying to smell anything or anyone. I was trying to find the faun Tumnus. I had heard that he had met a daughter of Eve. I couldn't believe it! A daughter of Eve, here in Narnia! The prophecies were finally coming true, after hundreds of years. Then, I smelled something, and I changed from a white fox into a human, and just in time, too. I spotted a beaver, and he saw me as well. I drew my knives, but there was no need. The beaver held his paws up in surrender, and spoke.

"Alright now love, I'm not working w-" I glared at him, and his voice trailed off.
"You're awfully quick to defend yourself. Are you afraid I'm with Jadis? Or afraid I'm with Aslan?" He watched me closely, worried.
"J...Jadis. The Witch." He breathed, and I lowered the knife slightly.
"Good. Because I'm not with her. I'd kill her if I could get close enough, and I'm on a mission for Aslan." He gaped at me.
"You'd better come with me, love. The missus will skin me alive if I don't bring you home, especially since you've seen him." I nodded. I sheathed my knife, changing into a beaver. He gasped.

"You- you're her. You're the warrior." He bowed.
"This is quite an honour to meet you." I waved my hand.
"Please, no formalities. Just call me Sierra. I may have been here since time began, but I still just want things to be normal again." He nodded, and led me through the woods, and past the lantern, which was where they would first appear, according to Aslan. We entered a cozy dam, and I changed back into human form. Another beaver, a female, hustled around, putting the kettle on, and pulling fish and chips out.

"Hello, love. I've brought a visitor for awhile. Her name's Sierra, and she's the warrior." She froze, dropping a plate, and I jumped for it, catching it just in time." She blushed (how does a beaver blush?), and took the plate back and thanking me. I pulled my parka off, and stomping the snow off my boots. I pulled the pins out of my hair, letting a knee length golden braid down. I hung the parka on a hook, and sat down at the table. Mrs. Beaver gave me a plate of fish and chips as the beavers sat down beside me.

"So, what's he like, if you don't mind my asking." I took a bite, and swallowed before answering.
"He's everything you could ever imagine. He's kind, strong...well, there are no words to describe what he's like. He....he adopted me when I was about six years old, because my parents were turned into statues, and she- Jadis, smashed the statues. He made me somewhat immortal, and able to change shape. I...I can only die if I'm killed in battle." Mr. and Mrs. Beaver stared open mouthed at me. I blushed, taking a bite of a chip. Mrs. Beaver got up, taking the whistling teapot off the stove. She came back, handing us each a teacup. She passed me the sugar, and I put two cubes in. Mr. Beaver put six in, and was going to put more, but Mrs. Beaver took the sugar from him.

"Wha- why'd ya do that, love? You know I like sugar in my tea!" She rolled her eyes, (again, how?), putting it away.
"You don't need six cubes of sugar. Especially not with company." I swallowed, standing.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I must be off. First, though, I have a question. Do you know where the faun Tumnus lives? I have to speak with him. Maugrim is after him. He met a daughter of Eve, and I have to know who she is." Mr. Beaver got up, and beckoned me towards the door, so I changed into a small, red bird. Before Mrs. Beaver could complain, we were out the door and headed for the faun's house. We came to a small door cut into the side of a mountain. I changed back to human, and Mr. Beaver knocked. A curly headed faun with a red scarf answered.

"Mr. Tumnus?" He nodded, looking at me warily.
"Sierra. I'm here to speak with you about a daughter of Eve you met recently." He stepped back a step.
"How- how do you kn- know about th- that?" He asked, shaking. I sighed, turning into a lioness. He stumbled back, gasping.
"The wolves already know. The Witch has sent them for you. They'll be here any moment. Quickly, who was the girl you met in the woods?" I asked, turning back into myself. He handed Mr. Beaver a handkerchief.
"Lucy Pevensie. This is hers. Please, she's coming back soon. Tell her what happened. Tell her about Aslan." I nodded, hearing wolves, so we snuck off, and Tumnus went back into his house. I turned into an eagle, grabbing Mr. Beaver in my claws, and he squirmed, trying to get out of my grip. I put him down in a tree, and changed back into a human. I grabbed him, and he finally stopped squirming and sat still, and we watched as the wolves tore down the door. I heard crashing, and a couple minutes later, they dragged him out by his scarf, and then, howling, they took off. We both sat there, shocked. I had heard stories of the wolves and what they would do, but I'd never seen them in person before. I headed away from the clearing, as Mr. Beaver climbed down. I changed back into a red bird, and took off. Three days later, I came back, again as a bird, and I saw them. Four human children. It was time.

Author's note- hello, and welcome! I love to hear from my readers, and I hope you all like this story! I'm editing and rewriting some of it, so if you're rereading it from the original, that's why it's different. Love you! - Brinley