Leonis equitem *Peter Pevensie*

Evangeline

The Beavers, the Fox, Susan, Peter and Lucy were all huddled by the fire.
"They were helping Tumnus. The witch got here before I did." The fox explained. He gasped in pain as Mrs Beaver tried to help him.
"Are you alright?" Lucy asked quietly.
"I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite." He then yelped once more.
"Stop squirming." Mrs Beaver scolded. "You're worse than Beaver on bath day."
"The worst day of the year." He sighed and the Pevensies chuckled.
"Thank you for your kindness. But that's all the cure I have time for." The fox said, standing unsteadily.
"You're leaving?" Lucy asked.
"It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honour. But time is short and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops." this caused the Beavers to gasp.
"You've seen Aslan?"
"What's he like?"
"Like everything we've ever heard. You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the witch."
"But we're not planning on fighting any witch." Susan corrected him.
"But surely, King Peter, The prophecy!"
"We can't go to war without you." Beaver said.
"We just want our brother back." Peter explained as he looked to his sisters who huddled together by the fire.

* * *

After the Pevensies and the Beavers had left the fox began to limp away.
"Are you okay?" A gentle voice called out to him.
He looked up, startled and saw a dark haired young girl, staring at him with her piercing blue eyes.
"W-Who are you?" He asked. She chuckled quietly, a soft sound that warmed his heart.
"You spoke of Aslan. You've seen him?" She asked and he nodded. The girl sighed in relief and stepped forward. The fox took a cautious step back.
"I'm not going to hurt you. If you're a friend of Aslan's then you are a friend of mine."
She then crouched down and reached forward and touched the fox's side where the gash was. He gasped as he felt a strange tingling sensation and then the pain was gone. He stared up at her in awe as she stood, gripping the hilt of her sword which displayed a lion's head.
"It can't be..." He whispered.
"I understand he has been waiting for me." The girl smiled and the fox bowed his head to the ground.
"You wouldn't happen to know where the Pevensies are headed?" She asked with a grin.

* * *

"Now, Aslan's camp is near the stone table." Mr Beaver told the three children. "Just across the frozen river."
"River?" Peter asked dubiously.
"Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years." Mrs Beaver reassured them.
They began the long journey across the river, feeling their feet beginning to drag as they becam tired.
"Come on humans! While we're still young." Mr Beaver called back to them.
"If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat." Peter said as he crouched down to give Lucy a piggyback.
"COME ON! HURRY!" Mr Beaver called.
"He is getting a little bossy." Lucy admitted.
"No! Behind you! It's her!" Mrs Beaver cried as the sled pulled by many horses came into view.
They all started running frantically across the river until they reached the woods and dived into a small cove.
"Inside. Dive! Dive!" Mr Beaver pushed Peter down and they all huddled into the small area.
It was all silent until a tiny bit of snow fell from the ledge above them and they saw a shadow fall on the snow across from them. It disappeared and Lucy whispered,
"Maybe she's gone."
"I'll go look." Peter volunteered but Mr Beaver stopped him.
"You're worth nothing to Narnia dead."
"Well neither are you, Beaver." Mrs Beaver whispered as she tried to stop him.
"Thanks sweetheart." He said as he crept around the side of the alcove. They all watched him nervously.
Suddenly his head appeared over the side and Lucy screamed.
"Come out, Come out! I hope you've all been good because there's someone here to see you!"
The three children cautiously stepped out and looked up to see a man with a white beard and red robes.
"Merry Christmas, Sir." Lucy said as she stepped forwards.
"It certainly is Lucy, since you have arrived."
"Look, I've put up with a lot since I git here but this..." Susan began.
"We thought you were the witch." Peter began.
"Sorry about that." A new voice piped up. The Dark haired girl stepped out of the sleigh onto the snow. "That would be my fault. I needed a lift." The three Pevensies regarded the girl with curiousity and she blushed lightly when her gaze met Peter's.
"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia?" Susan asked.
"No. Not for a long time. But hope, that you have brought, your majesties, is finally starting to weaken the witch's power. Still, I daresay you could do with these." The jolly man reached into his sleigh and pulled out a bag.
"Presents!" Lucy called joyously.
"The juice of the fireflower. One drop will cure any injury. And though I hope you never have to use it..." He handed Lucy a vial and a dagger.
"Thank you sir. But I think I could be brave enough."
"I'm sure you could but battles are ugly affairs."

"Susan. Trust in this bow and it will not easily miss."
"What happened to 'Battles are ugly affairs'?" Susan asked as she received the bow and arrows. He chuckled at this.
"Though you don't seem to have a problem making yourself heard..." He handed her a horn. "Blow on this and wherever you are, help will come."

"Peter. The time to use these may be near at hand."
"Thank you Sir." Peter said as be unsheathed the sword.
"Long live Aslan. And Merry Christmas!" He called as he drove off.
"Told you he was real." Lucy said smugly as she turned back to Susan. They hadn't yet realised that the dark haired girl was still standing before them.
"Sorry, who are you?" Peter asked, looking at his sisters in confusion.
"My name... Is Evangeline."