Royal Protector [Narnia]

Chapter IV: The Prophecy

"I was never destined to be a King, I was meant to be the soldier a few paces behind you, not the Royal at your side."

"But their is hope dear, lots of hope." Mr Beaver spat out his drink enthusiasm seeping through his words,

"Oh yeah, there a right bit more than hope, Aslan is on the move." Edmund rose from where he perched curiosity overcoming him,

"Who's Aslan?" Mr Beaver laughed heartily clearly under the impression that he was joking,

"Who's Aslan, you cheeky little blighter." The siblings all looked inward curiously sharing Edmunds ignorance as Enzo stood by the fire, watching onward,

"You don't know?" Peter interjected in their behalf defending their ignorance,

"We'll we haven't exactly been here for very long." Enzo chuckled interrupting,

"He's the King of Narnia." Susan's eyes furrowed perplexed,

"How do you know, Enzo?" The young boy smiled,

"I read about it." The girl nodded conceding to his brief explanation, as the beavers continued his monologue,

"He's been away for a while." Mr Beaver nodded at his wife, words louder, absent of her gentle tone,

"But he's just got back, and he's waiting for you at the stone table." Lucy voiced her confusion the sound of the five of them being important overwhelming,

"He's waiting for us?" The Beaver sighed irritated seemingly intensely annoyed at their lack of knowledge,

"Your blumen' joking, they don't even know about the prophecy." Mrs Beacer calm tone worked to placate their audiences anxiety and her husband's irritation,

"We'll then." She indicated for her husband to continue in a gentler more understanding tone.

"Look, Aslan's return, Tumnus' arrest, the Secret Police, it's all happing because of you." Susan's gazed affronted by the accusation, reaching for Enzo's hand subconsciously as he edged toward them, in comfort.

"Your blaming us?" Their hands intertwined silently as Enzo stood guard dutifully behind the three siblings,

"No, not blaming, thanking you." Mrs Beaver explained gently, watching Enzo's stoic movements deducing excitedly his part in the prophecy.

"There's a prophecy, when Adams flesh and Adams bone sits a Cair Perevel in throne, the evil time will be over and done." The Beaver nodded satisfied, until Susan disrupted the pride he housed,

"You know that doesn't really rhyme." Enzo chuckled looking at Susan, hiding a small smirk behind a thin line,

"Yeah I know it don't, your kind of missing the point." He huffed exhausted at the energy necessary to explain, Narnian common knowledge to those indebted to become their salvation,

"It has long been foretold, that two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve, would defeat the white witch, and restore peace to Narnia." The Beavers both shared a smile, infectiously jovial, as they sat,

"And what about Enzo?" Lucy voiced, clearly confused at Enzo's absent reaction to being excluded from the prophecy until he interrupted,

"I'm not meant to become a King, young one, there's something else planned for me." Mrs Beaver nodded, in agreement effortlessly reciting the words of old,

"With sons and daughters, comes a Royal Protector, a son of Adam, meant for battle to save them in in midst of war, and herald a dawn of peace." Enzo sighed with a small sigh as he gazed at Lucy,

"I'm your protector, aye little one." Lucy giggled quietly as Peter spoke, still navigating him complex confusion,

"And you think we're the ones?" Mr Beaver nodded rapidly, rising slightly in his seat,

"We'll you better be because Aslan's already sorted out your Army." He spoke breathlessly overcome with the ridiculous notion that the Pevensie siblings are still shrouded in disbelief,

"Our Army?!" The surprise overcame Lucy's expression as she grasped into Enzo's free hand,

"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war." Her grip on Enzo tightened as she was faced with an impossible dilemma,

"I think you've made a mistake, I mean we're not hero's." Peter spoke the idea an impossible notion to the young boy,

"We're from Finchley." A boisterous laughter escaped Enzo, both siblings outcry prompting his humorous outburst,

"Thank you for your hospitality, but we really must go." She tugged at Enzo's hand indicating their departure, as he continued chuckling,

"You can't just leave." Mr Beaver cried outraged as their willingness to depart,

"He's right we have to help Mr Tumnus." Lucy spoke softly, still upset at his absence.

"It's out of our hands, I'm sorry but it's time the four of us were getting home. Ed?" Peter turned to address his younger brother only to be met with his absence. "Ed?"

The sight of the door open prompted Peters rage, "I'm gonna kill him."

Mr Beaver interrupted his voice low, as he spoke, "You might not have to, has Edmund ever bin to Narnia before?"

Enzo rushed outside, desperately seeking the sight of the youngest Pevensie boy, while the siblings collected the belongings bolting after him.

"Fuck, Edmund!" Peter followed closely behind,

"Hurry!" They collectively stopped at the led of a large collection of some the sight of Edmund stumbling toward the castle anxiety inducing as Lucy cried out,

"Edmund!" Mr Beaver shushed her fearful of the Queen's followers,

"Quiet they'll hear ya!" Peter lunged to continue the chase but Enzo pushed him back,

"Peter stop, the minute you walk in their your all dead." Mr Beaver nodded in agreement,

"Your playing right into her hands." Susan and Lucy both spoke quiet shouts as they voiced their concern for,

"We can't just let her have him." Susan cried as Lucy was inclined to agree,

"He's our brother!" Mr Beaver raised his hands the gestures aggressive as he pointed toward the castle,

"He's the bait, the Witch wants all four of you." Peter shook his head in disbelief as he spoke,

"Why?" Enzo interrupted his eyes still trained in the castle's architecture,

"To stop the prophecy, she'll kill all four of you." Mr Beaver nodded inclined to agree completely with Enzo's statement.

He watched as Edmund meandered through the castle doors, fighting the urge valiantly to follow the Pevensie boy. He heard the eldest Pevensie siblings arguing, briefly until Mr Beaver interrupted once more,

"She's right, only Aslan can help your brother now."