The Guardian (Narnia fanfic)

Chapter Four

We stood in the woods on the edge of the Witch's castle. You could barely make out Edmund's figure going in.

"Edmund!" Lucy yelled.

"Shhh she'll here you!" Beaver whispered.

I started to walk forward to go and get him when Mr. Beaver pulled me back.

"Get off me!" I yelled.

"Stop you're playing in to her hands!" he yelled back looking at me sternly.

"We can't just let him go," Susan countered.

"He's our brother," Lucy finished.

"I'm suppose to protect them!" I screamed.

"He's the bait the Witch wants all five of ya!" He explained.

"Why?" Peter asked.

"To stop the Prophecy from coming true, to kill you," I said sadly looking down at my paws.

"How do you know so much?" Peter asked looking at me.

I sighed "Because I am the Guardian", I said looking at him.

"How? you're just a cat!" he yelled. He looked very mad.

I glared at him, and shifted in to my human form. I was permanently seventeen with honey blonde curly hair with golden eyes. When ever I shifted I always had my armor and sword. My armor was black with golden shoulder plates. I was wearing a black tunic skin tight black trousers and black boots. My sword was shethed in gold at my side. I had a quiver of golden arrows on my back with a black bow. I was just a little shorter than he was.

I heard the beavers gasp.

"Willow we've never seen you're human form before you're very pretty", Mrs. Beaver said.

I smiled at her and turned to Peter and raised and eyebrow. He looked a little embarrassed and muttered a "Sorry".

"If I can I might be able to see what Edmund sees by looking through his eyes. But I need to concentrate. " I closed my eyes and zeroed in on Edmund. When ever I did this my eyes would glow gold and shift to cat eyes.

I saw Edmund walking through the castle looking at all the creatures the Witch had turned to stone. He drew a mustache and glasses on a cougar before something tackled him. I was shoved back into reality and started to fall. I gasped before I hit the ground I was caught and lifted up to see Peter.

"Thank you," I said panting. He held me upright.

"What did you see?" he asked.

"He was tackled and I was shoved out of his mind," I said.

"This is all you're fault!" Susan rounded on Peter.

"My fault?" He asked.

"Non of this is would've happened if you would've listened to me in the first place!"

she yelled at him.

"Oh so you knew this was going to happen?" Peter retorted.

"I didn't know what would happen, which is why we should've left while we still could!" She yelled back.

"Stop it! This isn't going to help Edmund." Lucy yelled.

"She's right only Aslan can help you're brother now," I said leaning against Peter.

"Then take us to him," he said looking down at me.