My First Fan-Fic

Yeah, sure.


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Hours later, they were all getting pretty tired again but Mr. Beaver wasn't ready to let them stop.
"Hurry up, Humans!" he called to them. "While we're still young!"
Lucy groaned. "He is getting a bit bosy," she said, glancing at Susan.
Susan smiled at her little sister. "But I'm not," Susan said, laughing a little.
Lucy giggled. "Wow, amazing!"
"Lucy!" Susan said, laughing.
Peter laughed too, as he stopped to give Lucy a piggy back ride.
"Well, it is," Lucy said, looking innocent.
All three laughed at that.
Emily was not listening. Although she was keeping in step with them, she was in her thought world again.
Suddenly, they all noticed a large cloud of snow a long way off behind them.
 
Mrs. Beaver shouted fearfully, "Come on, run! She's coming!!"
The beavers and the children all broke into a run at once, suddenly filled with a terror that was beyond imagining. (Even Anne of Green Gables could not imagine being that terrified, which is saying a lot.) Emily ran with the others, but she was a lot more frightened that they were. As she ran, all of her horrible nightmares that she had tried hardest to forget, came rushing back on her. It felt as though those dreams were chasing after her as well, trying to catch her, trying to get her. She had tried running away before, and she had always been caught again. Would running work this time too? She supressed the scream that was rising up inside of her. Suddenly, a head of them, Mr. Beaver came to a stop. There was a hole in the side of a small hill that was carefully hidden by several bushes. He shouted for them to get in. They did. Breathless and weary, they flung themselves inside and tried to keep their noisy breathing down.
 
You won't have to camp for long, Abby. :D

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They sat in the hole listening as the sound of sleigh bells come closer and closer. Would the Witch find them out? They tried to be as quiet as the could as they heard someone walking around quite close to their hiding place. Emily shut her eyes tight and clenched her fists, trying hard to supress the scream that was trying to come out of her. A few tears of fright and frustration rolled down her cheeks; but she didn't dare to wipe them away, for fear of making a noise. Lucy huddled close to Peter and tried not to whimper. The little girl stared around in sheer terror. Peter held his little sister close and tried to stay calm for her sake, but it was starting to be very hard to stay calm. How long could they sit there without being found? It was only a matter of time, and they all knew it. Susan sat close to Lucy, bitting her fingernails, which was something she never did, showing how scared she was.
 
Suddenly, the noise stopped. They all sat and wondered what was going on. finally, Mr. Beaver stood up.
"I'm going up there and taking a look around," he whispered.
"But -" Lucy began, but Mr. Beaver cut her off.
"Don't worry dear," he said. Then, pushing aside the bushes, he walked out and had a look around.
Breathlessly, the children and Mrs. Beaver waited. Suddenly, Mr. Beaver stuck his head down into their hiding place.
"I hope you've all been good because there's someone here to see you!" he said.
The children looked at one another, wondering what that meant. All the same, they came out of their hiding place and walked around to where Mr. Beaver stood. There, they saw someone whom they had never expected to see.
Susan gasped. "Father Christmas?" she asked.
The old man laughed, and deep and jolly laugh. "Yes, my dear girl, that's me."
Lucy smiled. "Merry Christmas, Sir."
"Yes, Lucy," Father Christmas said, "it certainly is, since you have come."
"I thought that there was no Christmas in Narnia," Susan said.
"No, not for a very long time," Father Christmas said. "She has kept me out, but she could not keep me out forever. The Witch's power is weakening." He paused and then said, "But I dare say that you could use these."
 
Father Christmas turned to his sleigh and pulled out of it a very large sack, which had a large array of different things in it. He chuckled as Lucy rushed forward and watched him eagerly. First, he took out a a dagger and a small bottle filled with cordial and gave them to Lucy. "Lucy, daughter of Eve; these gifts are for you. The cordial has the power to heal any of your friends if they are wounded. And though I hope that you never have to use it, this dagger is for your protection, use only when you must."
Lucy looked up at him, her eyes sparkling and said, "Thank you sir. But, I think I could be brave enough."
Father Christmas laughed and said, "I'm sure that could be, dear one; but battles are very ugly affairs." He then turned to Susan. "Susan, daughter of Eve; these are for you." He gave her a bow and a quiver of arrows. "Trust in this bow, and it will not easily miss."
Susan looked at him and asked, "What happened to, 'battles are ugly affairs'?"
Father Christmas chukled again and said, "Though you don't seem to have a problem with making yourself heard, this also is for you." He pulled out of the sack an ivory horn and gave it to her. "Blow on this, and wherever you are, help will come."
"Thank you," Susan said, excepting the horn gratefully.
"Peter, son of Adam," said Father Christmas, turning to him next, "these are for you. They are tools, not toys. Bear them well." And having said that, he gave to Peter a sword and sheild.
"Thank you, Sir," Peter said, drawing the sword out of its sheath and examining it.
Father Christmas smiled and then said, "And now for you, my dear."
Emily nearly jumped in surprise. "Me, Sir?" she asked.
He laughed. "Yes, you, my child."
 
Emily looked even more startled and said, "But, sir, I don't - I don't understand."
Father Christmas smiled and said, "My dear child, there are many things we d not understand, many things that we may never understand. But this I do know: Aslan is in control and whatever happens is what he wills, and he has a purpose for whatever it is."
Emily was silent. Whatever happens is what Aslan wills? Did he allow everything to happen to her the way it did? Why? It just wasn't making sense. But then, nothing had made sense to her for a very long time. Perhaps she needed a little more time to understand.
 
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