This Is Home 》Edmund Pevensie

Chapter 5

"It's a beaver!" Lucy stated, astounded. It sniffed around, trotting towards us. As the beaver got closer, Peter started to call it over by clicking his fingers. Holding his hand out, he waited for it to sniff him.

"I ain't going to smell it, if that's what you want." It blurted out, making me jump in surprise. This is a strange world, first there was a faun, then a talking beaver?

"Oh, sorry." Peter apologized, causing Lucy and I to giggle.

"Lucy Pevensie?" It spoke, our smiles dropped. How did he know Lu's name? This was getting weirder by the minute! The Beaver reached out his hand holding a handkerchief, giving it to Lucy. It must have been hers.

"Hey, this is the handkerchief I gave to Mr-" Lucy began.

"Tumnus," the beaver interrupted "He gave it to me just before they took him."

"Is he alright?" I asked.

As I questioned him, he surveyed his surroundings cautiously. "Further in." He crawled away. He means the trees. I remember Mr Tumnus saying that the trees have minds of their own, talk, even move.

Peter, Lucy and I began to follow until Susan pulled Peter back. "What are you doing?!" She whisper yelled.

"She's right. How do you know we can trust him," protested Edmund.

"He said he knows Mr Tumnus. Besides, how would he get Lucy's handkerchief, if the beaver didn't know him." I refuted.

"He's a Beaver, he shouldn't be saying anything!" Susan yelled.

"Everything alright?" The beaver said poking its head from the snow. Peter turned around answering "Yes."

The beaver mumbled to himself, before disappearing. Susan and Edmund gave up, so we entrusted him and followed slowly behind him.

We walked through steep valleys for a while, seeing trees and rocks covered in snow. I imagined in my head, what the forest would look like in the spring. The flowers would be blooming, trees covered in leaves and animals of all sorts would be wondering around. It would look absolutely beautiful!

"How do you know we can trust him?" Edmund queried beside me. I looked up at him and met his eyes. He obviously didn't trust him.

"We have no choice but to trust him Ed." I replied, trying to enlighten his thoughts.

"C'mon, we don't want to be caught out here after nightfall." called the Beaver. Walking a bit further we all stopped in front of a tall stone wall, it was at least 350 ft up. But there was a small gap between the wall. We all walked in single file through the wall. First Mr Beaver, then Lucy, Peter, me, Edmund and lastly Susan. Walking for quite a while in the dark, we came to the end of the split revealing a frozen river and a hut made of sticks down a steep ditch.

"Ah blimey, looks like the old girl has got the kettle on, nice cup of rosy lee." cheered the Beaver loudly, his voice echoing into the valley.

"It's lovely!" Lucy complemented, gesturing to his house. His house did look splendid!

Walking nearer to the hut, a woman's voice called. And out walked a female beaver, "Beaver is that you? I've been worried sick! If I found you've been out with badger again I-" she noticed our presence, looking at us dumbfounded and covered her mouth, trying to control her excitement. "Ohh. Those aren't badgers." she stated. She waddled towards us and was very cute might I add. It's funny how a small, little beaver could have a woman's voice. "Oh I never thought I'd live to see this day!" the woman beaver, supposing it is Mrs Beaver spoke overwhelmed. "Look at my fur, you couldn't give ten minutes warning?" she whined rubbing her fur, this resulted me giggling like a lunatic.