My First Fan-Fic

The little bird cocked its head again, as if it were listening. Then it said, "I think that we sould be moving on now, we're almost there."
The five groaned as they stood and prepared to move on. "Do we still have to run like that?" Edmund asked.
The bird shook its head. "No, but we cannot move slowly either. Let us be off."
Lucy moaned. "I am so tired," the little girl said.
Emily winced. Someone else that she used to know had been in the habit of saying just that after a long walk.
Susan noticed Emily wince and as they moved on, she slipped behind everyone else to where Emily was walking. "Emily, you're not very good at hiding things; I know that something's wrong. What is it?"
Emily didn't even look in Susan's direction. "Nothing," was all that she said.
Susan was beginning to be frustrated. All she wanted to do was help, and Emily never let anyone get close enough to her to let them see what was wrong. "Do you know what your problem is, Emily?"
Emily was silent.
"You've built walls where there shouldn't be any! You won't let anyone get close enough to you to help!"
"Oh, is that so?" Emily said angrily. "Do you know why? Do you know how many times I've been hurt?"
 
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Now it was Susan's turn to be silent.
"No; you don't!" Emily said. "You don't have a clue! So why don't you just leave me alone?"
Susan looked shocked but she wisely kept silent.
The others were ahead of them and not paying any attention, so no one else said anything either.
Emily was furiously trying to keep her tears inside the way she always had. Oceans and oceans of unreleased tears had been building up inside of her for a long time, and now they threatened to spill over. She was determined to keep them inside. She wasn't going to let anyone see how much she hurting.

Less than an hour later, they reached the Beaver's dam. It looked snug and cozy; but most of all, it looked safe. As soon as they saw it, all the children thought of how nice it would be to get inside where it would be warm and safe; away from the danger outside.
 
They approached the dam with some caution, as they did not know for sure whether it was safe or not. Then, once they were quite close, a voice said, "Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick! If I find that -"
"Mrs. Beaver," the bird said.
A beaver came around the bend and met them. "What is it?" she asked.
"Mr. Beaver is occupied with important buisness right now, and he asked me to bring these Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve here." And then the bird explianed to Mrs. Beaver about everything that had been going on lately.
Mrs. Beaver rung her paws and exclaimed, "Oh my! Oh my!" And then she said, "Well, we can't have you standing out here in all of this snow, can we?" She turned and motioned for the children to follow her inside.
The little bird then flew off to inform Mr. Beaver that the five had gotten safely to his home and that all was well there.
 
Mrs. Beaver had the children come inside and sit down by the fire so they could warm themselves. All five felt as if they were nearly frozen, and were very grateful for Mrs. Beaver's hospitality. While the children were getting warm, Mrs. Beaver made them some supper. She made a very big fuss over them and Edmund was beginning to get uncomfortable. He didn't like people fussing over him, but he didn't say anything because Peter gave him a look which was a much as to say, "Don't you dare say anything or else!" Once they were through eating, Susan and Emily helped Mrs. Beaver with the dishes. Emily was still in a bad mood.
 
Mrs. Beaver was very worried about Mr. Beaver, and she kept walking over to a wnidow and wringing her paws. Susan put her hand on the beaver's shoulder and said, "Don't worry Mrs. Beaver; he'll probably be along soon." Susan only hoped that what she had said was true.
Emily sat in a corner with her chin cupped in her hands. Again, she was thinking. Peter was watching her closely from where he was sitting and wondering what she was thinking about. By the expression on her face, it was obviously something very sad. She sighed and looked up. Their eyes met for a second, but she scowled slightly and looked away. She didn't want help from anyone.
Lucy sat close to the fire sipping a cup of tea. She was also thinking. Lucy was thinking about Mr. Tumnus. Was he alright? Or was he - but she didn't like to think things like that.
Edmund was pacing back and forth nervously. Every once and a while he would stop by a window and look out at two strange little hills in the distance.
Suddenly, they heard someone singing as he came up the path towards the little dam.
 
Mrs. Beaver flung open the door of the dam and rushed outside crying, "Beaver, is that you? I've been so worried! Don't ever do that again!" and then they heard Mr. Beaver chuckle and say, "Now, now, Mrs. Beaver; it's alright, it's alright. Are the children inside?"
"Yes, they are."
"Good. we must have our talk now." Then, the two beavers walked back into the dam.
"What happened back there?" Peter wanted to know. "Are we safe?"
"For now we are," Mr. Beaver replied. "But now, we must talk."
"What about?" Lucy asked, looking up from her teacup.
"About why you are here," was the answer.
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Yes, let's," he said sarcasticaly. Peter glared at him and he was silent.
"Why are we here?" Susan asked, taking a seat at the table.
"You are here as an answer to all of the prayers that have been prayed for one hundred years," Mrs. Beaver said quietly.
All five of the children looked shocked.
"What did you say?" Emily asked, shaken out of her thoughts suddenly.
"You are the answer to our prayers," Mrs. Beaver repeated.
"Long ago it was foretold that two sons of Adam, and two daughters of Eve would come and free us from the evil power of the Witch," Mr. Beaver said. "When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone, sits in Cair Paravel enthroned, the evil time will be over and done."
"That doesn't really ryme," Susan said.
"I know it doesn't" Mr. Beaver said. "You're missing the point!"
"But you don't understand!" Peter said. "we're not heroes!"
"And I fail to see how I fit into this picture," Emily said.
Mrs. Beaver looked like she was thinking. Where did Emily fit in? Surely she didn't know.
"Oh, that's alright," Emily said. "I've been left out before; just leave me out again."
"Emily!" Susan said. "Don't say things like that!"
 
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