Peter ran after me into the lodge again, I threw Lucy and Susan their coats.
"We have to go. Now!"
"What about Edmund?" Lucy asked, pulling on her coat.
"Only Aslan can help him now," I said, glancing at the Beavers.
"You mean he....?" Susan whispered.
I nodded and helped Mrs. Beaver pack up food and blankets quickly.
"Do you think we could bring my sewing machine?"
I shook my head, tossing Peter and the others a bag. I had two over my own shoulder, then I had a better idea.
"Take these," Peter took the bags. "and I'll stay here and hold them off. Mr. Beaver do you have a sword?"
"Yes dear. In the chest by the wall."
I lunged for it and pulled out a short sword.
"It'll do."
The Beavers disappeared first into a tunnel in the ground, the three siblings lingered.
"Please be careful." Susan said and went after the Beavers, dragging Lucy with her.
Peter stepped towards it, then looked at me.
"I'll be fine," I smiled.
"Don't die." He said and dropped into the tunnel.
I kicked the hatch shut and stepped outside, holding the hilt of the sword tightly.
Howls and barking shattered the silence and soon I was surrounded by wolves.
A huge one stepped into the light, grinning.
"Maugrim."
"Elentiya. Decided to come back home?"
We circled eachother.
"Did you kill my brother?"
"No. But I enjoyed watching my Queen run him through with her sword." Maugrim chuckled.
I let out a growl of my own and swung my sword.
He dodged and leaped at me, snarling.
I stepped aside, waiting for the giant wolf to get up.
We fought for a few minutes, him leaping and clawing, me dancing around him and landing a couple of blows.
Maugrim limped off, growling.
"Perhaps the legends are right,"
I walked up to him, holding my sword in position for the killing strike.
"Legends?"
He chuckled, staring up at me.
"Of the best swordswoman in Narnia. The shape shifter elf."
I felt something change in my mouth and I bared my teeth at him, knowing my canines had shifted to fangs.
"What else do you know of me, wolf?"
"You can only shift into 4 animals. Your weakness is your brother. Although now, I guess you don't have any."
I started slamming my sword down.
Maugrim moved faster than any other wolf out of the way.
"We will find you, Aslans daughter. I promise you that."
I sheathed my sword and shifted into my white hawk, taking off into the cold, black sky.
When I spotted the Beavers and the others outside a tunnel, I swooped down and landed in front of them.
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The Lost Elf of Narnia
Fanfiction(I've done some major editing so it looks better. ;)) 12 year old Elentiya is sent against her will by Aslan to Professor Digory's mansion when the White Witch attacks Narnia, saying she is no use to Narnia dead. While she is there, her memories fad...
