The Guardians: The Beginning (Book 1 of 7 - Series 1)

Powers and Gifts

Ember's POV:

"North, they ran north." The fox breaths out. Thank goodness. "Smell them out." The lead wolf says. The fox is roughly tossed aside and the wolves run off. We all jump out of the tree and run over to our injured rescuer. We get logs together and try to start a fire, but nothing is working.

"Why doesn't the Guardian of fire try?" The fox asks as Mrs. Beaver begins to stitch him up."The what?" Isabell asks. "Did you not tell them go their powers?" The fox asks the beavers. "We didn't get that far. We didn't get past the first section of the prophesy." Mr. Beaver says.

"I'll tell it then." The fox says.

"When Adam's flesh

And Adam's bone

Sit in Cair Paravel in throne

The evil times will be over and done

The guardians 6 will take their place

The youngest, grown fast, taking the highest rank

And through worlds they will battle for love

Eventually three will give up their position

One will stay in a land

Where darkness once ruled with a firm hand

Two more shall go, one immortal

The if the other is alive or dead is unknown

Two will stay in the place it all began

Ensuring peace throughout the land

Finally one will venture into a world at war

Taking the newcomers side and fighting for

the rest of her life."

The fox quickly finishes the prophesy and looks at us. "That still doesn't explain how we have powers." Jesabell says. "Well Isabell you are the most powerful of all of them." The fox says. "What?" I ask.

"Look, Crystal, stick your hand out towards the logs and close your eyes. Now think about lighting the fire." He says. "This is ridiculous." Crystal say, but follows his instructions. A fireball blasts out of Crys' hand and soon a blazing hot fire is in front of us.

"That's so cool." Sadie says. "Sadie, think about your favorite flower, now invasion it in front of you." The fox says. Sadie's eyes snap open and they are glowing white with a green tint. A rose appears in the snow. "Beautiful." Lucy says.

"Jesabell, think about a light snowfall, thens stop it." He says. Jez's eyes glow white and a light snow starts to fall, then it stops. "Now Ember, your gift is air and lightning. You don't want to electrocute someone so think about a warm breeze." The fox says.

I do as told and soon a warm breeze is blowing across us. "Now Isabell, you have all their powers plus Megan's who is water. That is what I meant when you had the most gifts of all." The fox says. Suddenly he yelps.

"Oh stop it. You're worse than beaver on bath day." Mrs. Beaver chides the healing fox. "Worst day of the year." Mr. Beaver says. We all chuckle. "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid that's all the cure I have time for." The fox says, standing up. "You're leaving?" Lucy asks.

"It has been a pleasure my Queen and an honor, but time is short, but Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops." The fox says. "You seen Aslan? Well what's he like?" Mrs. Beaver asks, both her and Mr. Beaver getting excited.

"Like, everything we've ever heard. You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch." The fox says. "But, we're not planning on fighting any Witch." Susan says. "But surly King Peter, Guardians." The fox says. "We can't go to war without ya." Mr. Beaver says.

"We just want our brother and sister back." Peter says. The fox soon leaves and we fall asleep. The next morning. We are up early for a long walk across Narnia to find Aslan. We are hiking across a frozen desert right now. "Come on humans, while we're still young." Mr. Beaver calls.

Peter pick Lucy up onto his back. "If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat." Peter says. "Hurry up!" He yells back. "He is getting pretty bossy." Lucy says. "No, behind you, it's her!" Mrs. Beaver yells. We turn to see a sleigh coming towards us.

Peter drops Lucy and all eight of us sprint after the beavers. We hide behind some rock for a little bit. "Maybe she's gone." Peter suggests. "I'll go see." I say. "No, you're use to Narnia dead Ember, I'll go." Mr. Beaver says. "Neither are you Beaver." Mrs. Beaver says.

"Thanks sweetheart." He says before climbing out from the rock and out of our line of sight. We wait anxiously for him to return. Suddenly he pops out from above us, scaring us. "I hope you've been good, cause there's someone here to see ya." Mr. Beaver says.

We let out a breath of relief before curiously getting out from behind the rock. I smile when I see who it is. A man in a sed coat with a sleigh behind him. Santa. Lucy runs forward. "Merry Christmas sir." Lucy says. "It certainly is Lucy, since all of you have arrived." He says.

"Look. I've put up with a lot since I've been here, but this-" "We thought you were the Witch." Peter says, interrupting Susan. "Yes, sorry about that. Well, in my defense, I've been driving one of there a lot longer than the Witch." He says.

"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia." Sadie says, stepping forward. "No, not for a long time. But the hope, you bring your majesties, has begun to weaken the Witch's power. Still, I dare say, you could do with these." He says, pulling a huge red bag from his sleigh.

"Presents." Lucy explains, walking forward. St. Nick chuckles as he pulls as two things. A dagger and a cordial full of red-orange liquid. He holds the cordial up. She looks at it confused so he explains what it is.

"The juice of the fire flower, one drop and it'll cure any injury. And though I hope you never have to use it." He says, handing her the dagger. "Thank sir, but, I think I can be brave enough." She says. "I'm sure you could, battles are ugly affairs." He says, standing up and she walks backward.

"Susan, Ember, trust in these bows, and they will not easily miss." He says. "What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs'? Susan asks. "Thank you sir." I interrupt, walking back to my friends, trying not to anger the man.

"Susan, although you don't seem to have a problem in being heard, blow into this and help will come." He says. "Thanks." She mutters before stepping back. "Peter, Sadie." He says, taking out two identical swords and shields.

"It's time you used these." He says, handing them their weapons. "Sadie, these are your tools, but these sais," He says, handing her them, "-are you twin, Megan's." He says. She nods. "Thank you sir." They both says, stepping back . "Crystal." He says and she steps forward.

He hands her a giant sword. "This is a great sword, unlike Sadie and Peter's swords, you need to powerful hands to hold this. I do have faith in you." He says. "Thank you she says. "Jesabell, this gift is very rare due to how hard it is to use." He says, taking out a staff.

He twists the center and blades shoot out the ends. A scythe. "I believe you can be one of those rare masters." He says. "I will do my best sir, thank you." She says. "Finally Isabell." He says and Is steps up. He takes out two blades in an 'X' sheathe.

"These blades were once used by Narnia's greatest soldier. I believe you could one day be that soldier." He says. "I will not fail you sir, I promise." She says smiling up and at. On the inside I bed she is hoping to live up to that promise.

"Good. Now, these are tools, not toys. Bare them well and wisely. Now, I must be off. Winter is almost over and things do pile up, when you've been gone a hundred years." He says, putting his bag back and getting into his sleigh.

"Long live Aslan, and Merry Christmas." He says, whipping his reigns s the reindeer go forward. "BYE!" We all call. "Told you he was real." Lucy tells Susan and Crystal who once told her that he wasn't real. "He said was almost over. You know what that means?" Jez asks.

"No more." Peter finishes for her. All of our eyes widen. We quickly strap on our weapons and rush towards the river we must cross.