The King and The Angel

2 (101 Narnian years)

Three days passed and I hadn't seen any sign of young Lucy Pevensie. I was currently wearing my winter dress. I had a hood built in and fur around the collar and cuffs. The dress was grey with light grey fur. Detailed embroidery patterns ran along the tight sleeves and loose skirt. Of course I wore my leggings underneath, in case I needed to jump. I had my silver bow strung across my back along with a sheath of matching arrows.

She, Lucy, had promised that she would attempt to get her siblings into Narnia to help fight of the white witch. I had already told her of my past and the Narnian History, of which she was all but eager to hear. I skipped towards the lamppost I had first met little Lucy, only to find not just her, but 3 others, one very handsome boy around my age, perhaps older, another girl, a younger looking boy and Lucy. I pulled the hood of my dress down, making sure that if any of the group saw me, then they wouldn't mistake me for a traitor, a creature loyal to the white witch. I noticed then that my usual fishtail braid that I always wore my black hair in, was beginning to get messier. I looked up at the group in front of me, the looks on the two eldest faces distracting me from my messy hair. They had the same astonished look as Lucy did when she first visited. I deduced that the group were the Pevensie children that Lucy had told me about. Silently, I crept like a fox towards them to hear the conversation that was going on.

"Impossible." The eldest girl commented.

"Don't worry, It's probably just your imagination." Lucy said back.

"I don't suppose, saying sorry would quite cover it." The handsome boy told the young girl.

"No," Lucy bent down and picked up snow, moulding it into a ball, "but this might!" She exclaimed throwing it and hitting the boy in the face. I couldn't help but giggle as that started a snowball fight. Something that Lucy had told me all about. I noticed that the youngest boy hung back, looking around, as if searching for something he had once lost. The fun and laughter stopped as he was hit in the face and started complaining.

"You little liar." Blonde boy said.

"You didn't believe her either." Dolly daydream stated.

"Apologize to Lucy. Say you're sorry!" He shouted threateningly.

"Alright. I'm sorry." The boy apologized with little enthusiasm. Deciding that it was probably best to split up the family argument, I stepped away from the tree line.

"Lucy Pevensie." I smiled. The girl whipped around and ran into my arms, nearly knocking me over. Her embrace was tight and I could feel happiness radiating off of her.

"Amity!" Lucy squealed. We had agreed that she could call me by my middle name so that she was unique.

"I see you brought your family. May you introduce them to me?" I asked her.

"Of course. This is Susan, Edmund and Peter." She indicated to each of her siblings.

"Who are you, may I ask?" Peter questioned in a polite manner.

"I am Adelaide Amity. But please, call me Addy." I insisted.

"She is the only other human in Narnia. She is also the Princess. Amity is the one that taught me the cartwheel, and told me all about the white witch!" Lu explained.

"Maybe we should go back." Susan interjected. Clearly she was the most apprehensive of the group.

"Shouldn't we at least take a look around? We have Adelaide to protect us." Edmund motioned to the fact I was holding a bow.

"I think Lucy should decide." Peter announced. Light and joy filled Lucy's face at the words her brother spoke. I knew she would love Narnia, and the Narnian people would adore her.

"I would like you to all meet Mr Tumnus." Lucy beamed.

"Then Mr Tumnus it is." Peter said. After they got woolly coat on they all headed to Mr Tumnus with Lucy leading the way. I walked at the back along with Peter.

I stole glances at him. He was going to be a great king, not that he knew that yet. My prophecy said we would fall in love and I know it is destined to happen. In that moment I knew I liked him. The way his blonde hair fell made him look very handsome. The way his blue eyes sparkled against the white snow. All the things about him made me like him more and more.

"So you're a princess then?" Peter asked. I nodded my head shyly.

"You do act and talk very regal. Its cute." He nudged me slightly. I blushed and looked down, not going unnoticed by Peter.

"So how long have you been fighting with a bow?"

"80 ish years." I said casually.

"How old are you?" He questioned.

"101 in Narnian years. In your world years 15. I age with my soul mate. As he ages, as do I." I explained. I was fully aware that Peter was my soul mate, but he had no idea and I wasn't about to tell him that the girl he just met was to become his bride one day. Peter nodded his head.

"So how good are you at hand to hand combat, Peter?" I asked him.

"Ok?" He didn't seem very confident. I smirked. I usually was very lady like, but with Peter, I found it easy to let loose. Knowing he was approaching a hill, I pushed him down and we both went rolling down the hill. Laughter filled the air, both Peters, and mine but also the others who seemed entertained with the sight in front of them. At the bottom of the hill, we rolled to a halt, with Peter landing on top of me. Our eyes locked and we burst into a fit of laughter. He jumped up and pulled me up with him. Then, keeping our hands locked, we continued on our path to Mr Tumnus.

We stopped when we saw the door to the fawn's house broken down and lying in a strange angle. Lucy's face dropped.

"Lucy! Addy!" Peter yelled as the girl ran forward, closely followed by me. I heard her siblings chasing after her. We entered to see the room destroyed. Snow littered the floor around the door; chairs, tables and shelves were over turned. Candles were scattered around. Not one place was left untouched.

"Who would do something like this?" Lucy asked, innocently.

"The white witch." I replied solemnly. Peter walked up to a note that was pinned to the wall and began reading it aloud.

"The fawn Tumnus is herby charged with high treason against her imperial majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Empress of the Lone Isles, for fraternising with the traitor Princess and humans. Maugrim. Captain of the secret police. Long live the queen." When he had finished Peter looked at me shocked.

"I am no traitor, if that is what you are presuming. I refused to follow her and I have stopped raids in the past on innocent creatures. That is why I am said to be a traitor." I explained.

"Now we really should go back!" Susan insisted. I hoped the others convinced her to stay as if they left, Narnia would be destroyed.

"What about Mr Tumnus?" Lucy demanded.

"He was arrested for just being with a human and Adelaide. What if we got arrested for being with her?" Susan told her younger sister.

"You don't understand. I'm the human. She must have found out he helped me." Lucy cried. I went to look outside. I had to make sure that Maugrim and his pack of mutts did not return and kill the Kings and Queens. They walked out of the house and towards the sound of a branch breaking. I immediately notched an arrow in my bow and stepped in front of the others. Then Beaver crawled out from behind a rock. I groaned and moved to the back of the group.