The Chronicles Of Narnia - The Missing Queen

Chapter Eleven

We sat around a fire while Mrs Beaver patched up the fox. I wasn't listening to their conversation. Instead, I was thinking about the prophecy. Why me? Why was I destined to get rid of the witch? And my father was very much alive, I hoped.

"I am afraid that is all the healing I have time for." The fox said.

"You're leaving?" Susan asked.

"What about the bite?" I asked as well.

"I shall be fine my Queen. But Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops so I must be on my way."

"You've seen Aslan!" Mr Beaver exclaimed.

"What's he like?" Mrs Beaver questioned.

"Like everything we have ever heard. He'll be a good help fighting the White Witch." The fox answered.

"We're not planning on fighting any Witch." Susan said.

"We only stayed to find Edmund." I added.

"But surely Queen Ivy you have heard of the prophecy. And King Peter..." Peter looked down for a moment.

"We just want to get our brother back." Peter said. The fox left and we were left by the fire in silence.

By dawn, we were overlooking Narnia. It all looked so beautiful but we knew it was dangerous. "Aslan's table is by the stone table just across the frozen river." Mr Beaver explained.

"River?" Susan asked.

"The river's been frozen for 100 years."

"It seems so far." Peter said. Everything seemed to be so far away from us. It seemed like it would be ages before we reached Aslan's camp. We continued our journey across the forest.

We had been walking for what seemed like hours. Mr Beaver seemed to be getting impatient and so were we. "Come on, while we're still young." Mr Beaver moaned.

"If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat." Peter said. We all laughed at his comment as Mr Beaver shouted at us again. Then Mrs Beaver shouted, "Behind you. It's her!" We all looked behind us to see a sleigh heading straight towards us. It was the Witch. We all ran as fast as we could across the snow until we found a small ditch which we hid under. The sleigh stopped on top of us so we sat in silence for a few minutes. Peter offered to look out but Mr Beaver went instead, claiming Peter was "No use to Narnia dead."

Everything went silent again for a few seconds. Then Mr Beaver popped his head around to us, scaring us to death. "Come out!" He exclaimed. "I hope you've all been good because there's someone here to see you!"

We all climbed out and looked up at the big figure standing in front of us. It was impossible. Santa Claus stood right in front of us.