༄ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅（𝐿𝑊𝑊）༄

Chapter 12- Meeting Aslan

The Pevensies had shed their coats awhile ago and hung them on some tree branches, knowing they wouldn't need them again for a long while. I took my cloak off as well, but kept it with me because I couldn't give it up. It wasn't anything of importance or have some significant to it. It was just one of those things I couldn't bring myself to part with. So I forced myself to carry my sodden cloak with me the rest of the way.

It was getting warmer outside as the day dragged on. Not much snow remained. Just a few small piles here and there with some still clinging to tree branches. It was nearly impossible to tell that only a day ago the place was covered with snow. I was just in awe of all of it, imagining it being spring then summer, fall, and winter. The seasons finally being how they should be. When Aslan bears His teeth, winter meet its death. And when He shakes his mane, we shall have Spring again. That phrase echoed in my mind and I wondered why. Had I heard it before?

We didn't have much more to travel now and I figured we would get there by the evening. However, after all that we had been through in the last couple of hours everyone was exhausted. So we found a cave to hide in for the night, got a fire started, and prepared a meal. After supper Lucy feel asleep realitively quickly followed shortly by her brother and sister. I remained by the fire with The Beavers, staring silently into the flames. Though I was tired, it was more like mental exhaustion then physical. I knew if I went to sleep now I would spend the next couple of hours tossing and turning.

"Something on your mind, child?" Mrs. Beaver spoke up. I shook my head no, barely acknowledging them.
"Then what's the matter?" Mr. Beaver inquired.
"Nothing," I said simply, exhaustion in my voice.
"Are you worried about the prophecy?" she asked.
"No..." It wasn't exactly the truth, but I wasn't going to admit it. But then I realized what she had said. "Prophecy? You know which one is supposed to be about me." I eyed them critically.
"Yes," Mr. Beaver said. "Both prophecies are very literal. I'll admit it took us a bit to figure it out, but your display earlier proved you're the one the second prophecy is about. Not to mention your willingness to protect the Pevensies throughout this journey."
I sighed. "How come I've never heard of them?"
Here they both frowned, looking at each other in confusion. "They're not something someone not from Narnia is familiar with," Mr. Beaver finally said.
"But I've lives here all my life," I explained. "You knew about them, the witch knew about them, even Tumnus did! But I never heard them."

The Beavers just shrugged. "Perhaps you were bit out of touch with reality..." Mrs. Beaver soothed. "I'm assuming you spent a good deal of your time in hiding. If Tumnus didn't tell you about them, I'd assume it was for your own protection."
I could agree with that I supposed. I would have to. "Goodnight," I said, just to sooth the silence that had fallen and prove I wasn't angry at them. "We'll make it by midday, I'm sure."

They smiled and nodded as I curled up on the ground. I struggled to get comfortable for a moment and sat up in frustration. Grabbing my cloak that was drying by the fire, I bundled it up as a place to lay my head. I did feel a little guilty not offering it to one of the Pevensies but they had fallen asleep before it was drying. After a few more moments, I was fast asleep.

~The Chronicles of Narnia~

I was awoken the following morning to the sounds of birds chirping. It was such an unfamiliar sound—due to the winter—that I woke with a big smile on my face. The others were beginning to stir as well and The Beavers moved about the cave. They worked on preparing breakfast while the Pevensies and I gathered up our gifts from Father Christmas. We ate and everyone seemed to be in much higher spirits. Even Susan. I considered that an accomplishment. If nothing else happened, we at least got each of them to relax a bit.

Finally, we sent off on the last leg of our journey. I assumed we would get there by midday. At least I hoped. It depended on how often we had to stop. The Pevensies would finally be safe and Aslan coukd get their brother back. That was why they were here after all. I was simply happy that I would actually get to see Aslan once again and I didn't think much past that; it had been far too long.