Clara Bronson hadn't thought that a lion would ever be capable of speaking English, nor did she expect to find a whole world behind her grandfather's beloved wardrobe with four siblings from Finchley.
For many years Clara had lived a life of col...
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BEAVERS AND PROPHECIES.
"DON'T worry Lucy. We'll think of a way to help Mr. Tumnus."
In reality, Clara had absolutely no clue how to help their new friend. They were currently in another world with no knowledge of their surroundings and no knowledge of how to find out where Mr. Tumnus was being held. Not to mention, there was no map to guide them anywhere. "But why? I mean... he's a criminal." Clara frowned as Edmund spoke up.
"Being kind is not a crime. You'd do well to note that." She scolded coldly, her eyes hardening in a way Edmund had never witnessed before. Mr. Tumnus had been nothing but welcoming to them, he deserved respect.
Peter opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a bird chirping loudly, an odd psst sort of sound coming from its throat. Susan whipped around to look at the bird, confusion pressing wrinkles into her forehead. "Did that bird just 'psst ' us?" She asked incredulously, the bird answering her question when it did it again.
Clara glanced once more at Edmund before walking out of the cave and peering up at the creature, watching carefully as it looked back at her. She soon felt the presence of the Pevensies behind her.
What a weird sort of bird, she thought. As they all stood next to each other, the bird seemed to look upon them with satisfaction before flying away, leaving everyone slightly bewildered at its odd behavior.
After it's departure, almost as if on cue, the sound of a branch snapping filled the brittle air and Clara speedily stepped in front of Lucy. Clara glimpsed at the young girl when she felt her small hands grab onto her coat in response.
Another rustling sound had Peter stepping forward until a beaver revealed itself, trotting out from behind a rock and looking side to side, it's large tail sliding along the snow. "It's...It's a beaver." said Lucy as she released her hold on Clara's coat.
A collective sigh of relief left the group, Peter riding up his pants leg and kneeling with his hand out. "Well, it's certainlynot a horse." Clara jested when he began to make clicking sounds with his mouth. He looked over at her and chuckled, still holding his arm out for the beaver to approach.
"I ain't gonna smell it if that's what you want." The beaver responded, pointing his paw at Peter. Wait, Clara thought, it just spoke. Peter recoiled his hand quickly when he heard the beaver speak and moved backward into Susan, who let out a scoff of amazement. Lucy giggled, clearly used to Narnia being quite different from the real world by then.
