My dear king, save me. (Aslan fanfic) (EDITING!)

~Graceful one~

Small crystals of cold powdered snowflakes were floating in the wind. The sun making it look like small diamonds and glitter flying all around us. it was so quiet, no birds, no sound of any other life than our little party of six. Though we were all tired, it was quite peaceful walking across the lands of Narnia. Even the snow had this gentle beauty over itself when the sun was shining across the lands and mountains.

The Beavers had woken us up before sunrise, made us breakfast, and rushed us all on our way. we have been walking for hours and I am very sure it's not even eighth in the morning yet. My 'paws' feel like rocks, my back is aching and my head is throbbing because of the lack of rest. I know I probably shouldn't sound so nagging. just thinking about how the children must feel I cringe in shame. But despite it all, it looks like they're holding up pretty well.

Mr. Beaver: "Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table, just across the frozen river."

Peter: "River?"

Mrs. Beaver: "Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years."

Looking out on the landscape, the mountains, the forest, and the ocean far away in the horizon, it's not hard to forget the fact that you're on the run - when you're entranced by such beauty. Such magnificent view.

Peter: "It's so far."

Mrs. Beaver: "It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?"

Lucy and I make a silent laugh between ourselves while sharing a look.

Susan: "Smaller."

And then we were on our way again, down hills and rocks, over snow-covered fields and forests, towards the frozen river. Unaware of what was to come.

( time skip)

Mr. Beaver: "Come on, humans, while we're still young."

Panting and breathing rapidly I trott beside the others. Stopping for a short moment to let Lu climb on my back. I may be tired, but Lucy has shorter legs than me and needs a break sometimes and with this long journey, I'm just happy to carry her.

Peter: "If he tells me to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big fluffy hat."

I chuckle at Peters remark -"Now Peter, what do you suggest we'd do without our faithful way-finder?"

Before he can answer Mr. beaver shouts out to us again, making me and Lu laugh.

Mr. Beaver: "Hurry up!"

Lucy: "He is getting kinda bossy."

I nod in agreement.. and it goes no more than a few seconds before the sounds of bells are heard behind us... but who-

Mr. Beaver: "It's the Witch!"

Oh, no. I speed up, making sure Lucy has a firm grip on my fur and don't fall off.

Peter: "Run!"

We run off the ice and hide in a small cave. Standing in front of the siblings I make myself a living shield, just in case. Still, like a statue we wait, suddenly we see someone's shadow and hear the crunching footsteps in the snow. But then It stops. There is a few moments of silence...

Lucy: "Maybe she's gone."

Peter: "I suppose I'll go and have a look"

Jumping in front of him I shake my head, -"No way! you stay here young man."

Mr. Beaver backs me up: "No, you're no good to Narnia dead."

Mrs. Beaver: "Neither are you, Beaver."