My Hero - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Chapter 5 - The Beavers

The children walked outside, cautiously looking in every direction. Sounds seemed to be coming from all around - sounds like the snapping of twigs and the shuffling of feet and Lucy's gasps.

Susan stood behind Peter, holding his shoulder, while Lucy hid in her sister's coat. Edmund and Y/N stood behind the other three, hands in their pockets. Y/N had her eyebrows creased, waiting for whatever-it-was to come out. And then...

"It- It's a beaver!" Lucy exclaimed.
The furry creature moved closer towards the children.
Peter stuck out his arm, "Here, boy," he clicked his tongue, "Here, boy."
The beaver looked at him oddly for a few seconds.
"Well, I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want," he spoke.
Y/N, Susan and Edmund widened their eyes at the creature. But Lucy just giggled as Peter apologised.
"Lucy Pevensie?" the beaver suddenly said.
"Yes?" Lucy stepped forward.
He was now holding up a white cloth for Lucy to take. She examined it for a moment.
"Hey, that's the hanky I gave to Mr Tum-"
"Tumnus." The beaver cut her off, "He got it to me just before they took him."
"Is he alright?" Lucy asked.
The beaver looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching.
"Further in," he beckoned the children deeper into the forest.

Peter and Lucy started to follow him. Y/N, who had come to feel quite comfortable and safe with Susan, stayed back with the other two.
"What are you two doing?"Susan pulled Peter back.
"She's right. How do we know we can trust him?" Edmund backed his sister up.
"He said he knows the faun," Peter said.
"He's a beaver. He shouldn't be saying anything!" said Susan.
"Everything alright?" The beaver was back.
"Yes. We were just talking," Peter assured him.
"That's better left for safer quarters," the beaver whispered.
"He means the trees," said Lucy.
"If my eyes aren't the size of saucepans yet, they definitely are now," Y/N thought.
Susan sighed at Edmund and Y/N, deciding to follow Peter and Lucy after all.

It was a long walk to the beaver's house. Y/N decided to make conversation with the eldest two Pevensies, even though they were both older than her. After a while, the topic somehow landed on how the Pevensies got into Narnia.
"-and because of the war and the air raids, we had to evacuate London and-" Susan started.
"I'm sorry. Did you say war?" Y/N cut her off.
"Yes..." Susan clarified.
"What war?" Y/N asked.
"What do you mean?" Peter said.
"There isn't a war going on," said Y/N.
"Of course there is, you goose. Now, now. Don't be such a tickle, Y/N," Peter chuckled.
Finally, the gears in Y/N's brain were turning.
"Susan... What year is it?" she asked.
"What do you mean? It's 1940, of course!" Susan said.
"Why ever would you want to know the year? Don't you remember it?" Peter asked.
"Because... it's 2020," Y/N said, looking down at her feet.

"2020? Nice one, Y/N." Susan laughed.
"Yes, you do know how to give us all a jolly good laugh. A bit of a fright too!" Peter patted Y/N on the back.
"I'm not joking!" Y/N retorted, "And frankly, I'm not surprised either. I mean, nothing could be weirder than waking up in a magical land. But, of course, that doesn't deny the fact that we are from two different timelines."
Susan and Peter looked at Y/N, dumbfounded.
"So you're saying that before you came here, it was 2020?" Susan clarified.
"... Yes."

"Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl's got the kettle on. Nice cup o' rosy Lee." Mr Beaver broke the silence.
"It's lovely!" Lucy referred to the cute dam that wasn't very far from them.
"Oh, it's merely a trifle, you know. Still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished yet," Mr Beaver said modestly.
When they reached the dam, a feminine voice called out, "Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find you've been out with Badger again, I-"
The voice, which belonged to a she-beaver, stopped talking as soon as she saw the children.
"Oh. Those aren't badgers. Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day!"
"I suppose she hasn't seen humans before," thought Y/N, before realising how silly that sounded.
"Look at my fur! You couldn't give me a ten minutes warning?" Mrs Beaver scolded her husband.
"I would've given you a week if I thought it would've helped," Mr Beaver joked, making the children laugh.
"Oh, come inside. And we'll see if we can get you some food. And some civilised company," Mrs Beaver said invitingly.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Peter asked, once everyone was seated comfortably - Peter, Susan, Lucy and Mr Beaver at the table, Y/N on a stool behind them and Edmund on the staircase.
"They'll have him taken to the Witch's house. And you know what they say: There's few who go through them gates that come out again."
"Fish and Chips?" Mrs Beaver offered Lucy a platter, making sure her husband couldn't say anything else.
"But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope," she reassured Lucy.
Mr Beaver spat his beer back into his mug before saying, "Oh! Yeah, there's a right bit more than hope. Aslan is on the move."

Now, none of the children knew who Aslan was. But as soon as Mr Beaver said His name, everyone felt quite different.
Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous.
Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her.
Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realise that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.
Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.
And Y/N felt a large rush of confidence. Whether it was a good or bad confidence, she was not sure.

"Who's Aslan? Edmund broke the solemn silence of the moment.
Mr Beaver burst out laughing, "Who's Aslan? You cheeky little blighter."
Mrs Beaver nudged her husband and then nodded her head towards the children, who were all wearing confused faces.
"You don't know, do ya?" said Mr Beaver, seeming a little disappointed.
"Well, we haven't exactly been here very long," Peter said defensively.
"Well, he's only the King of the whole wood. The top geyser. The real King of Narnia," Mr Beaver explained.
"He's been away for a long while," Mrs Beaver said.
"But he's just got back! And he's waiting for you near the Stone Table," Mr Beaver continued.
"He's waiting for us?" Lucy asked.
"You're blooming joking! They don't even..."

Mr Beaver continued talking, but Y/N wasn't listening anymore. She was more interested in Edmund, who had just left the dam silently.