༄ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅（𝐿𝑊𝑊）༄

Chapter 7-The Prophecies

After walking for some time, we reached a small ledge that led downward into a valley. There was a pond down below with a lovely beaver's dam that had smoke rising from the chimney, making it seem very inviting. Lucy and I exchanged a look as Mr. Beaver pointed it out, seeming to be thinking the same thing.
"Ah, blimey! Looks like the old girl's got the kettle on. Nice cup o' Rosy Lee," Mr. Beaver exclaimed.
"It's lovely!" Lucy said.
"It's merely a trifle. Still plenty to do. Ain't quite finished it yet," Mr. Beaver argued. "It'll look the business when it is though." He said the last part quieter as if he was talking to himself.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to he modest or really didn't believe us. But Lucy was right and her siblings, with the exception of Edmund, seemed to agree. The dam was lovely—and likely warm which I  would've guessed was all they cared about—and looked very comfortable. But no matter how hard Lucy or I tried to press the subject, Mr. Beaver wouldn't hear of it. He simply led us down to the dam, claiming he still had work to do on it.

"Beaver? Is that you?" a female voice said from the dam, "I've been worried sick! If I find out you've been out with badger again I—" she cut herself off when she turned and saw us. "Oh, those aren't badgers," her voice was barely above a whisper, the surprise evident. Then she got really excited. "Oh, I never thought I'd live to see this day!" she exclaimed as she took a few steps toward us.

I frowned in confusion and niticed the others lokkijg at me with equally confused looks. They seemed to be looking for an explanation but all I could do was shrug as I had no idea what she was talking about either. Sure, humans weren't common in Narnia but that didn't explain her reaction. She probably should've been concerned with making sure we weren't caught, not getting excited because we were here. In other words, she would've kept her voice down so as to not draw attention to us. But I didn't feel the need to say any of this to anyone present so we were all left pondering.

Mrs. Beaver whispered to her husband, "Look at my fur! You couldn't give me ten minutes warning!"
"I would've given you a week if I thought it would've helped!" he replied making us all laugh, except for Edmund.
Mrs. Beaver sighed then said "Oh, come inside. And we'll see if we can get you some food and some civilized company." She looked at her husband when she said 'civilized' and he chuckled.

Susan went in first followed closely by her sister and Peter. I faintly heard Mrs. Beaver say that the house was a mess because she couldn't get Mr. Beaver to get out of his chair as I followed Peter inside. I smiled at the statement, but found myself frowning at the tone Mr. Beaver took on in his next statement.
"Enjoyin' the scenery, are we?" I heard Mr. Beaver ask.

I turned around just in time to see Edmund shake his head and walk inside. He sat down on the stairs by the door, refusing to join everyone else. They made room for him and tried to offer him a spot ar the table, but he refused. So we made ourselves comfortable around the table. Lucy sat next to Mr. Beaver, leaving a space between them for Mrs. Beaver to sit, and I sat on the other side of him. Peter and Susan were in between us, with Peter sitting between his two sisters. I risked a glance at Edmund to try once more to invite him to the table but he ignored me.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Tumnus?" Peter asked what Lucy and I had been thinking.
"They'll have taken him to the Witch's house," Mr. Beaver stated. "And you know what they say. There's few who go through them gates who come out again."
Lucy's face fell at the news and I shuddered. Mrs. Beaver came up to the table and set down a tray of food.
"Fish and chips," she said, offering it to us with a smile to lighten the mood. When she saw Lucy's downcast expression, she placed a paw on her arm and spoke encouragingly. "But there's hope, dear. Lots of hope."
Mr. Beaver choked on his drink. "Oh, yeah! There's a bright bit more than hope!" he practically shouted. Then he calmed himself and spoke with a quiet voice, "Aslan is on the move."