High Queen || Narnia Fanfiction (DISCONTINUED)

the fox and the tree

We started back to the dam to get food and water for our journey ahead. Suddenly I heard scratching at the walls, coming from the outside. "There's a rat outside," I said, "I'll go out and get it." I poked my head around the door to see something about forty times the size of a rat. It was a wolf, which stopped scratching as I came outside. It turned to look at me and pounced. I let out a yell and slammed the door quickly, shoving the little dresser at the side of the room to block the door so the wolf couldn't get in. "It's a wolf outside," I whispered, "the witch knows we're here. We need to leave. Now."

Mrs. Beaver started to hurriedly pack lots of food into a cloth and Mr. Beaver said "what are you doing!?" "We're going to need food, aren't we!?" Mrs. Beaver cried. "We don't have time!" I said. "How will we get out if here? The wolves are ripping through the walls as we speak!" "Quick! Through here!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, pulling open a trapdoor in the floor. We all leapt in, I was at the back, holding onto Lucy's hand, yanking her through the tunnels, with a torch in my other hand, and Peter was at the front with Mr. Beaver, also with a torch. "Quickly!" Said Mr. Beaver. "These tunnels were built by me and badger a long while ago to get to and from each other's houses easily." "You told me this led to your mother's!" Said mrs. Beaver. "Never mind that!" I cried as we came to a fork in the tunnels. "Which way do we go?" "I- I don't know," said Mr. Beaver. "You should have brought a map!" Mrs. Beaver said urgently. "There wasn't room next to the jam!" Yelled Mr. Beaver. "Hurry!" I said, hearing the bark of the wolves behind us. Mr. Beaver made up his mind and we all sprinted down the passage and came up another hole, into what looked like a small village. Mr. Beaver padded slowly over to what looked like a statue of a badger. "He was my best mate," he said in a strangled voice. "I'm sorry, dear," Mrs. Beaver said sympathetically.

We heard the snow crunching and we all whipped around. A fox was standing before us, and Mr. Beaver said "get away, you traitor!" "Relax, I'm one of the good guys," said the fox casually. "Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones," said Mr. Beaver, still not trusting him. "Unfortunate family resemblance," said the fox in the same casual tone. "Quick! They're coming," the fox said suddenly. We all leapt quickly up the tree next to us and didn't move a muscle. The wolves burst out of the tunnel and started sniffing. "Find them," said the main wolf, who I assumed was Maugrim. Suddenly the wolves noticed the fox. "Tell us where the humans are," he said aggressively. "Never," said the fox "I'll never tell you." "Tell us, and we'll give you your life. It's not much, but still," Maugrim said, chuckling slightly, as one of his wolf cronies bit into the fox and shook him like a dog's toy. "I'll never tell you," said the fox, whimpering under his breath. "Kill him," Maugrim said, but the fox said quickly, "north, they went north."

The wolf who was holding the fox in his mouth flung him to the side and Maugrim said "smell them out." The other wolves instantly got to work sniffing a false scent, and once they were gone, we all climbed down from the tree. Well, except me. I jumped, and it hurt because I landed on my side instead of my feet but I laughed, got up and brushed the snow off of my clothes.

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"They were helping Tumnus, the witch got here before I did," the fox said, which he then followed up with an "ow!" as Mrs. Beaver stitched him up. "Are you alright?" Lucy asked quietly, from the other side of the campfire. "Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite," the fox joked, before yelping again. "Oh, stop squirming!" Mrs. Beaver said, "you're worse than Beaver on bath day!" "Worst day of the whole year," said Mr. Beaver, grinning. Lucy, Susan and I snickered.

"Thank you for your kindness," said the fox, "but I'm afraid that's all the cure I have time for." "You're leaving?" Lucy asked. "It has been a pleasure, my queen, and an honour," said the fox, bowing to the four of us. "But time is short, and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops." I couldn't help but notice a note of pride in his voice. Mrs. Beaver gasped and Mr. Beaver said, "you've seen Aslan?" "What's he like?" Mrs. Beaver asked. "Like everything we've ever heard," said the fox. "You'll be glad to have him by your side in the battle against the witch," he said.

"But we're not planning on fighting any witch," broke in Susan. "Well, what else are we going to do?" I cried, standing up suddenly. "We can't just sit here and watch as narnia crumbles before our eyes! And besides, she still has Edmund!" "But surely, my queen, the prophecy!" The fox said, joining in. "We can't go to war without ya," said Mr. Beaver. "We just want our brother back," said Peter. I looked around the campfire before saying, "I don't care. I'm coming and I'm fighting." Susan and Peter gave me a look that said 'no, Beth'. Lucy looked up at me with a happy grin on her face.