The Lost Elf of Narnia

Chapter 8: Aslan's Camp

"Elentiya?" Peter asked thoughtfully.

"Hmm?"

We were walking along a path, over halfway to the river now.

"Why does everyone call you the daughter of Aslan? I mean, He's a lion and you're a elf."

I nodded, messing with the straps on my breastplate.

Susan had helped me put it on before we had started walking, it was well fitted and light, yet strong. The back of it was a little thicker metal than the front, for sneak attacks from behind I assumed.

"Well, after the wolves attacked my village, Aslan came and found Lucas and I in the woods. He brought us back to the Narnian camp and Lucas started training me in swordfighting and shapeshifting. Aslan was always there and I started thinking of Him as a father I guess."

"I guess the secret about you being able to shift into a dragon is out." Peter said, gesturing at my sword hilt and at my back.

"Lucas was always called 'The Dragon' because he had been the closest to shifting into one, and because you never wanted to make him mad."

Peter nodded.

"But I assume the secret is out anyway because we didn't know back then that the trees listen to everything." I jerked my chin in the direction of the trees around us.

"Here we are." Mrs. Beavers voice sang from ahead.

I caught up to them and looked over the edge.

"That looks fun."

The river was already flowing except for the waterfall and twenty feet in front of it.

"We need to cross." Peter said and grabbed Lucy's arm.

"Don't beavers make dams?" She said to the Beavers.

"I'm not that fast dear."

"Come on!" Peter started dragging Lucy to the slope that went down to the river.

I followed, blowing the piece of hair that had escaped my braid out of my eyes.

"Wait! Will you just think about this for a minute?" Susan called.

"We don't have a minute." I snapped, watching more ice break away.

"I'm just trying to be realistic."

"No, you're trying to be smart. Like usual." Peter said and kept walking.

The Beavers led the way and stopped at the edge.

Wolves started howling and barking, getting closer.

I stood beside Lucy, touching the ice with the toe of my boot.

"Wait. Maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver said, stepping onto it.

"Maybe you should." Peter said.

Mr. Beaver slapped his tail against the ice to make sure it was stable. It creaked under his weight.

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Mrs. Beaver called and stepped out after him.

"Well you never which meal might be your last!" Mr. Beaver said back. "Especially with your cooking." He added.

I grinned and followed the Beavers.

The Pevensies came close after me and we moved as quickly as possible across the ice.

"If Mum knew what we were doing...." Susan whimpered.