#Maugrim

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Across the threshold lay a great wolf.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis

[werelycanthrope]

Commission for Maugrim and Sandi

thank you for commissionning me 🤍

[bootydragonart]

Four of our D&D characters and a NPC!

Just 1 more character to do! Then we’ll have art of the main group and I can start printing stickers!

[archelaos-redright]

Blood Will Follow Blood — I

Content warning: domestic abuse.

Nine Years Ago —

Archelaos went to painstaking lengths to close the door of his Old Town apartment silently as he slipped inside for the night. He had mastered the art of sneaking in, even in his tin-can Guard uniform. Once he'd persuaded the deadbolt to lie flat, he loosed a silent sigh of relief before turning and stepping inside.

BANG! CRASH!

Fuck!

At the feet of Archelaos' steel boot (the only one he wore, given that the other leg was a prosthetic) sat his metal umbrella holder, having purged itself of its contents on the floor. As quickly as a one-legged man could, he knelt down and began stuffing the umbrellas back into the vertical holder. His heart quickened as shaking hands set it right again. He knew that it hadn't been in his path when he left that morning.

"So you're finally home," came the lilt of the man he had been hiding from. Archelaos looked up the stairs to see Maugrim. His thin body was draped in a crimson robe, his red crop of hair a mess atop his head. The young man was glaring at him. "What's the excuse for avoiding me tonight?"

"Not an excuse," Archelaos breathed, "A woman had been attacked and needed someone to walk her to her doorstep."

Wrong answer—the fact that it was the truth didn't matter. He could see the irritation building in Maugrim's expression as the thin young man began walking down the stairs, one foot in front of the other, painstakingly slow. Like an executioner walking up the stairs of the gallows.

"That's not in your job description," Maugrim spat, "How did her cunt feel?"

"Love," Archelaos could hear the plead in his tone, "I just walked her home. Nothing happened." He felt like he was going to vomit. "I need to eat dinner." He swallowed and steeled himself for the walk to the kitchen. Just one metal foot in front of the booted other.

"What you need is to take responsibility for your actions!"

Archelaos then shouted out in pain, feeling his skin twitch and his muscles spasm as something unnatural gripped him by the meat around his bones, preventing him from moving, let alone walking. "Maugrim, please!" He pleaded, louder this time, "Nothing happened, she just needed someone to get her home!"

A slender hand pressed against the center of Archelaos' chest. "Then why do you smell like cheap perfume?" The young blood mage's voice seethed.

Of course, Archelaos couldn't tell him that the woman had hugged him—that would be assigned as a lie. He couldn't express how terrified she had been, or how he had been the only one on the force to give her an ounce of compassion—that, too, would constitute as cheating. Most of all, he could not correct Maugrim that she hadn't been wearing perfume.

Finally, in hopes for mercy, Archelaos sobbed out a choked: "I'm sorry."

The hand on his chest curled into a fist, summoning another spell to debut on Archelaos' body. "You will be."

[queenlucythevaliant]

So I've heard people give other etymologies for the name "Maugrim" in LWW, but to me it seems clear that it's derived from Managarm, the wolf who eats the moon in Norse mythology. My reasons for this are (a) Lewis was a noted Norse mythology enjoyer and also friends with Beowulf translator JRR Tolkien and (b) he had the name changed to Fenris Ulf in the American version.

Fenris Ulf is the name of Managarm's much more famous brother/father (?) in Norse mythology. So my theory is that this is basically a Philosopher's Stone situation in which Jack didn't think his American readers would get his obscure Norse mythology reference and thus replaced it with a more mainstream one. I am not an expert and could very easily be wrong about this, but as far as I am aware from reading Lewis's letters and stuff, no one can disprove me.

[anantplayingdnd]

RIP to the three winter wolves I threw at my party only for them to immediately levitate out of danger and reshape the mountain so they couldn’t be followed. the wolves didn’t didn’t die they’ll just never be seen again

Frostbite, Windhowl, Snowfall, you will be missed 🫡

[elijones94]

🐺 One of my favorite dramatic scenes from “The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe” 🦁

[cicelythereaper]

mannnnnn going into the bbc narnia tag (such as it is) makes me really kind of sad like. the number of people (okay, it's a small number because it's a small tag) who are either complaining about or making fun of the special effects or acting or who are essentially apologising for liking it because of these things

what's wrong with you! it's a low-budget bbc children's show from the late 80s, it was never meant to have "money" or "convincing special effects"! i bet you think doctor who should have a budget (derogatory)!

"that lion was so fake" do you think the audience is expected to believe that the puppet lion and the people in beaver suits and the 2d-animated pegasus are real? this is about CREATIVITY it's about HEART it's about SINCERITY and BAD ACCENTS. that is the source of the magic! that's the point! do you go to a stage play and point out that the set is made of wood?

[creepypriestdocumentknowledge]

And chapter 2 defeated. I liked it much more than chapter 1, it felt bigger and with a huge variety of areas to visit. Some pretty cool quests too.

[bosspigeon]

pick three oc's to assign to book shop owner, cafe owner, flower shop owner! tell us about their shops!

ooough this is cute hdkjshg

Feli would be the book shop owner! there's a local shop in my town that has cats, and that would absolutely be Feli. in some universes, he's got just the Ugliest Smush-Faced Rescue named Lyonette, and she rules the roost and demands tithe from visitors (lots of scritches while she purrs so loudly she drools) and will also fall asleep on the card reader (which has happened to me before Mr. Eliot sir, pls move) but it's fine bc she is very loveable <3 The shop would be very cozy and full of antique furniture and carefully organized sections, and he would absolutely regularly hold book clubs with tea and snacks!

hilariously, i actually have a MOTW character who owns a cafe! his name is Maugrim, and he's a middle-aged werewolf with a trouble past who got through it with baking! he opens up a couple of his own cafes, and usually employs other troubled young supernatural folks trying to get by. his main location he's left in the hands of a protege so he can move to a small town to take better care of his little sister, Wylie, who, uh... found out she had an older brother, hunted him down, and broke into his home. She's like 7 and kind of terrifying but he loves her very much and he gives her plenty of say in the layout and helping out! The cafe has that excellent vibe of tons of incredibly comfy mismatched vintage chairs and tables, a wide selection of tea, and local artists' work hanging everywhere! the music is usually chosen by the teenage supernaturals he tends to employ, so it can vary wildly from day to day

Flower shop owner is YUSHA! <3 Big boye loves flowers and gardening. Less so socializing, so he probably has a small staff of folks he trusts and keeps behind the scenes. He absolutely has a pretty nice indoor/outdoor space bc it's probably a combination flower shop/nursery, and the indoors definitely looks just as wild and overgrown as the outside! Ivy and pothos climbing the walls and shelves, some fountains and big glass windows to offer as much sun as possible. If you DO manage to get this huge, terrifying man hiding in the greenhouse to talk to you, he'll go on an hour-long tangent about whatever crossbreeding project he's working on, or a lecture about the best ways to care for your plants

[thripsey-shee]

L'Arazzo di Fionavar - Guy Gavriel Kay

L’Arazzo di Fionavar – Guy Gavriel Kay

Dopo un periodo davvero lungo, lo so leggo molto lentamente, ho colmato una mia lacuna, una trilogia che mi portavo dietro da molto tempo: la trilogia di Fionavar di G.G. Kay. Ho approfittato della ristampa nel formato drago della Mondadori, formato che non amo particolarmente, ma che spesso propone titoli interessanti. Fionavar è una trilogia che strizza l’occhio al caro Tolkien, quasi fosse…

[bloodybigwardrobe]

Susan did not see Peter in battle for years—arriving to his stand against Jadis almost too late, catching up while he picked himself up from the torn earth, on the other side of the conflict when the remnants of Jadis’ army tried their luck at the Cair. Sure, she knew he fought and killed, just as she did, just as Edmund and Lucy did—and oh, how Susan loathes that last part, but Lucy had been the one to find the first assassin in their halls and there was nothing to be done about it now. There was entirely too much death in their first year, Susan thinks, the fairytale shine of Narnia soon breaking apart and leaving a country and people in desperate need of rest and time behind. It took her days to get the blood out underneath her and Lucy’s fingernails, and she knew Peter had just as bad a time with Edmund next door. With a lump in her throat, Susan wondered often if this was to be the rest of their lives: washing themselves clean of battles that were forced upon them by a world far too big for their hands to hold. But even then, with the bloodied waters between them all, she never truly saw Peter in battle. A slain Maugrim who had about as much a part in his own death as Peter’s shaking sword did, a witch that Susan never saw die, assassins that ended up on the moth-eaten carpets she had found in old storage rooms; things that should give her pause but she simply couldn’t consider for long with all there was to do. They had killed to end up where they were, and Susan knew deep down that they would have to kill to stay, too. Now, standing with her bow held tight and a quiver empty of arrows, a sword at her side she has yet to finish learning how to swing, Susan finds herself in a pocket of tar-slow time. Here, she stands with a muddied hemline and their castle once more under siege—unknown foes, but foes all the same—and there, across the way, with his hair longer than Susan has ever known him to have, Peter lets out a roaring laugh. Rhindon is far out of sight, a glaive taking its place in Peter’s steady hands. Even from afar, Susan feels it in her bones when Peter’s swing launches an enemy’s torn body across the field. There are bodies, horror-frozen faces, the stench of blood and bile. The steps to the Cair will perhaps forever bear the stain of this assault. They have lost people they held dear. Susan has wept enough to fill an ocean. And Peter laughs. With storm-eyes, bloodied tongue, and bared teeth, her older brother wages joyous war.

[werelycanthrope]

inktober 2021: day 14 - Maugrim

[raven-dor]

say yes to heaven

In which peter pevensie wishes he wasn't such an oblivious nitwit

PAIRING: peter pevensie x reader, susan pevensie x PLATONIC!reader, edmund pevensie x PLATONIC!reader, lucy pevensie x PLATONIC!reader

WARNINGS: SET DURING THE GOLDEN AGE, established relationship, angst, old friends, banter, arguing (not actual arguing, just reader knowing her worth, peter just stands there), ANGST AGAIN

WORD COUNT: 2,963

AN: this is an excerpt from my fanfic on wattpad!! if you want to read the whole book (tltwtw-the last battle) it's on there (raven-dor)! ALSO there will be a part two to this, so keep your eyes peeled<3

say yes to me

Edmund and Peter burst through the dining room doors, covered in snow. The girls laughed at their pink faces.

Lucy smirked. "Have fun, did you?"

Edmund laughed. "I did." He shoved his brother before sitting down. "Not so sure about Peter. He was complaining the whole time."

Peter murmured into his stew. "I did not."

Y/N giggled. "I find that hard to believe. You've always been a big baby."

"I have not-"

Susan rolled her eyes. "I seem to remember shivering while walking down the halls only two days ago."

Peter glared at his sister. "Whose side are you on here?"

Susan ignored her brother and looked at Y/N teasingly. "Lord Eluna asked about you again."

Her face turned red. "Really?"

Susan nodded. "I was walking to my morning meeting, and he stopped me in the hall to ask where you were."

Lucy laughed. "Someone's got a secret admirer."

Edmund murmured. "It's not exactly a secret Lu-"

Peter looked up from his food. "So, Lord Eluna?"

Y/N nodded. "He's sweet."

He smirked. "He's not the best swordsman."

She sighed. "I don't measure a man's worth by his swordsmanship."

He looked across the table, his eyes full of curiosity. "So what do you measure a man's worth by?"

Susan looked at Edmund, and rolled her eyes, murmuring. "Here we go."

Y/N glared at the eldest Pevensie. "Do you really want to know?"

He nodded. "Yes, that is why I asked."

She smirked. "Well they have to be extremely tall, an amazing ruler, and hmm what else..." She returned to her earlier glare. "Not you."

He slapped his hand to his heart. "You wound me, Y/N."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't need to lay out my requirements for you, thank you very much."

Lucy huffed. "Can we talk about something else please?"

Y/N nodded. "I'd be glad to, Lu." She smiled at the young girl. "How was tutoring today?"

Lucy smirked and went on and on about how she had pranked the mean tutor, Y/N and her siblings listening intently. Well, all of them besides Peter. He was staring at her, trying to figure out how to finally woo her.

He had been planning on courting her for a while. At the beginning of their reign, they had a flirtatious relationship, but it never went anything beyond that. And a year ago, when the new young lords came in, he thought he had lost her to Lord Eluna.

Stupid Lord Eluna.

He didn't know what her favorite color was, or her favorite song. He didn't know how she liked her eggs, or how she preferred blueberries to strawberries. How she took care of his siblings when he couldn't, treating them as if they were her own.

Even when they had left London, she had picked up Lucy without a second thought and made sure she got to see her mother one last time. She helped Edmund and always empathized with him, even when he had unknowingly betrayed them.

She understood Susan and became her close friend. His eldest sister had always had a tough time making friends, but Y/N brought out the best in Susan.

And she always helped him. She was at his side during the Battle of Beruna when Aslan had fallen. She was at his side when Maugrim attacked, and she was there when they ran across the ice field away from what they thought was the White Witch.

She had been a constant in his life from the age of eight, and you really couldn't blame him for being infatuated with her. He stared at her once again, and he spoke before he could think. "Can I speak to you in private, Y/N?"

The table quieted, but they kept talking, seemingly trying to ignore his misstep. He cleared his throat, and spoke louder, making sure they listened to him. That she listened to him.

"Y/N, may I talk to you in private?"

The table hushed, and she looked back down the table at the grumpy blonde. She smiled icily. "Exactly why would I do that?"

He stood up and glared at her. "Y/N/N-"

Edmund cleared his throat. "Maybe we should-"

She stood up, glaring right back at the giant oaf. "No need. I'm leaving. I have to meet with Lord Eluna anyway." She smiled quickly at the three neutral Pevensies. "I'll see you all later."

She walked out of the room, her dress flowing behind her as she left. Peter stalked after her, not even bothering to say farewell to his siblings. She ignored his calls, and that only made him angrier. Turning the corner, she was basically tackled into the library.

She gasped, hissing at the High King. "What in the world is your problem?"

He looked down at her, his face full of confusion. No words left his mouth, he simply stared down at the flustered and frustrated girl.

This in turn only made her more frustrated. She shook against his hold. "Speak you- you oaf!"

"I know you."

She sighed, her glare wavering. "What does that have to-"

He shook his head. "I know you, and I know Lord Eluna. And while I do agree that Lord Eluna is a good man, a great man even..." She stared into her soul. "He is not what you want."

She laughed. "You do not know what I want."

He scoffed. "For god's sake Y/N, we grew up together. We have seen each other every single day for the past ten years."

She pulled herself out of his grip. "I've grown Peter. I've realized that waiting around for fantasies helps no one." He seemed to stop breathing, and she huffed. "I'm being practical."

"You have never been one for being practical. You do what you believe is right." He whispered, curious to hear her answer. "What do you think is right?"

She hugged herself. "I think whatever benefits Narnia the most is what is right."

He nodded, walking out of the library without another word. She sighed, yelling out to him. "Peter-"

He stopped instantly, whipping around. "Yes?"

"I-" She stopped herself, her face dropping. "Nevermind."

Y/N put in her last earring and inspected herself in the mirror. Aslan, she loved this dress, and thankfully she wouldn't be too cold thanks to the long sleeves. She opened her door and immediately saw Peter.

And by immediately, she opened her door and he was outside it with his fist up, preparing to knock. He stepped back and grinned.

"You- You-"

She smiled, patting him on the arm. "Shall we go?"

He nodded, looping his arm through hers. They walked the halls leisurely. Besides, events couldn't formally start without one of them present, so they were never late. Technically speaking that is. "You look beautiful Y/N/N." He smiled down at her. "Truly."

She smiled softly. "Thank you, Peter." She nudged him. "All the ladies won't be able to take their eyes off of you."

He murmured. "I don't want all the ladies to look at me."

She tilted her head. "What was that?"

"I said I don't flaunt all the tapestries." He cleared his throat. "It's something I say every time I enter an event. Calms the nerves."

She laughed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

They turned the corner, and the ballroom doors stood, proud as ever with garlands and ornaments hanging elaborately. She grinned. "Susan has outdone herself."

"She has. Though I'm not surprised. She's a perfectionist."

Y/N smacked him lightly. "Be nice."

Peter removed his arm from hers and bowed. "I shall see you soon, my lady." The great doors opened and Peter stood tall, walking out with his head held high.

It was a few minutes later when the doors began to open. She took a deep breath, and the herald began the introduction.

"Her Imperial Highness, The Noble Seer of Old, High Queen Y/N, the Passionate."

She stepped out and descended the steps slowly. The royals were standing at the base of their thrones, Peter grinning widely from across the room.

The crowd parted, and she made her way to the platform before sitting down on her throne. Smiling at the nobles and subjects below her, she looked at Susan, nodding.

Susan cleared her throat, clapping her hands. "Let the festivities begin!"

Lucy spoke to Edmund in a hushed tone, careful not to have nosy bureaucrats butt into their conversation. "Where's Su and Y/N?"

Edmund held back a smirk as he pointed to the small crowd of young lords, who seemed rather entranced by the two queens. "Over there." 

Lucy, unlike her brother, held back no signs of amusement. She laughed, nudging her brother. "Oh my. Those lords think they actually have a chance." 

Edmund laughed with her, shocked at what his little sister had just said. "Why, Lu, I think that might be the meanest thing you've ever said."

 

Y/N couldn't remember how many times she had danced in the past two hours or how many times she had talked to the noblewomen about talking down to the Cair Paravel servants. She was currently escaping the crowd of young men for a moment, finding the balcony a nice place to relax.

Or at least it had been relaxing. A voice broke through her short-lived peace. "Hello, Your Majesty."

She turned around, smiling gently. "Hello, Lord Eluna."

He gestured to the sea below them. "It is beautiful, is it not?"

"Very. I never tire of this view, I can assure you."

He nodded. "Quite." They stood there for a moment in silence, before he spoke again. "I wanted to ask you something."

Her heart dropped, but she nodded. "Yes, my lord?"

He gulped. "We are- we are fond of each other, no?"

She smiled, nodding. Maybe if she laid out her next words carefully, she would be able to get out of this mess. "I always rely on you for counsel, yes."

He nodded. "Yes, yes." He stared back out at the sea again, fidgeting with a box. She wanted to melt into the ground. He turned back to her, grabbing one of her hands. "I have been infatuated with you ever since my father sent me here, and you have shown me nothing but kindness. I-" He began to kneel. "You are a wonderful beauty, and I would like to ask you-" He was on his knee, and the box opened. She tried not to laugh. "I would like to ask you to marry me."

She knew it. Aslan, she hated being right. She smiled gently down at him. "Lord Eluna-"

He shook his head. "Please, call me Timin-"

"Lord Eluna, I'm sorry."

His face dropped. "Whatever for, my lady?"

"I- I cannot marry you."

He stood up, closing the box. His eyes were no longer sparkling with excitement. "May I ask why?"

There's what had Y/N stumped. He was a nice man, who always had a kind word to say. He held the door open for her whenever he saw her nearby.

But that's not what she wanted. Who she wanted.

A cough broke the awkward silence, and Lord Eluna fell into a deep bow. "Your Majesty."

Peter nodded. "Lord Eluna." He smiled at Y/N. "My lady."

"My King."

He looked in between her and the young Lord. "Did I interrupt something?"

Lord Eluna shook his head. "Not at all my lord. I was just leaving." He looked at her once more, murmuring. "Please reconsider."

She smiled, nodding. "Good night, Lord Eluna."

The young lord walked off the balcony, leaving the King and Queen alone. She turned back around, not wanting to look at Peter for the moment.

He huffed. "What did he do?"

"I came out here to relax, you know."

"What did he do Y/N?"

Y/N laughed. "What didn't he do, more like."

Peter's heart dropped. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not like that you numbskull." She turned around, a ghost of a smile on her face. "He proposed to me."

The High King stared at her, his eyes growing wider by the millisecond. "He did what?"

"You know. When a man gets on one knee and then he-"

Peter glared at her. "Yes, yes. I know." He walked closer to her. "Did you say yes?"

She sighed. "Well, that's complicated."

"I hardly see how that is a complicated question. Did you say yes or no?"

She glared at him. "At first I said no-" He smiled before she realized she had said at first.

"At first?" He stood directly in front of her. "And what about now?"

"Well, I'm reconsidering his proposal."

Peter's heart dropped again. She looked at the ground. "He comes from a good family. He's a very good man, a nice man, and he would be able to provide for me. Of course, I'd have to move to Archenland, but I can still visit." She looked up at Peter slowly. "It would be good for the kingdom, to have that firm of an alliance with the Archenland and it's territories."

Peter just stared at her while she continued her nervous rambling. "I'm sure he'd love me enough, I'd learn to tolerate him with time. I hear he has horses, which is good, I can still go on rides. I could even bring Penelope. And apparently, Archeland has amazing tutors, so our children would not be inept-"

Peter stopped her. "You're not seriously thinking of marrying him?"

Her eyes were full of uncertainty as she finally looked up at the eldest Pevensie. "He's a good choice."

"But you don't love him."

"Well it's not like I have anyone else interested in me, do I?" 

He laughed, as if she hadn't just been surrounded by at least twenty or so young lords. She tried not to huff in annoyance. 

"I meant that I don't have any serious choices. Those men just ogle and stare, like I'm a prize to be won." She stared up at him, and their eyes connected, making her feel five times smaller. "At least he looks at me like I'm a person." Peter held their stare, like he was trying to pierce into her soul. "He's a good man."

"You keep saying that."

"Is there a reason that I should turn him down?" She moved closer to him. "One that I'm not aware of?"

His breath hitched. "I-"

She backed away, nodding. "That's what I thought." She bowed quickly. "I'll see you inside."

Peter took a deep breath and whispered. "Don't marry him."

She stopped. "What?"

"Don't marry him. Don't marry any of those lords."

She scoffed, whipping back around. "Peter, you're being mean." He walked up to her, and she pushed him away. "You're being mean, stop it."

"How am I being mean-"

"You have never admitted that you love me. All you do is act overprotective when I want to fight, or when a lord speaks disrespectfully. You flirt with me constantly, you're complimenting me and calling me beautiful, but you never say anything that will really affect our relationship. And now that a nice man, a good honest man that is very forthright with what he wants asks me to marry him, you simply say no and I have to listen?" Her eyes were watering. "You do not get to dictate my life."

He sighed. "Y/N/N I-"

She shook her head. "And I don't want to hear it now. I don't want you to say anything now, because now it feels forced, especially after I've told you all of that. Because I-" She smiled at his through her tears. "I have cared for you ever since I've known you, ever since I moved next door when we were 9, and you just treat me like a toy. You only entertain your feelings with me when you're bored. And I am sick of it."

"Y/N/N, that is not true-"

"No, I'm leaving you now. Don't follow me." She wiped away her tears and straightened her posture. 

She strolled into the ballroom, stopping beside Susan. "Your brother-" Susan rolled her eyes. "What has he done now?"

"Where do I begin-"

Susan groaned. "You might want to wait to tell me." She nudged her side. "He's coming over here."

Peter was making his way across the ballroom, his eyes on her form.

She huffed. "If he thinks he can talk to me by dancing-"

Susan laughed. "That's exactly what he thinks." She took a sip of her champagne. "He's a simple-minded creature."

Edmund and Lucy appeared behind them. "What's going on?" Lucy looked up at her with big eyes. "Are you okay, Y/N/N?"

She nodded, smiling gently down at the young girl. "I'm fine, Lu. Just tired, is all."

Edmund laughed, murmuring under his breath. "Tired of Peter, more like."

She glared at the young king. "Edmund-"

He hooked his arm through hers and pulled her away from his sisters for a moment. "You and I both know that my brother loves you. I don't think you should deny his declaration of love because you are scared of backlash."

She huffed. "Edmund, that's not why I denied his-"

Edmund rolled his eyes. "I can't imagine how difficult it is to be in your position, but I just want you to think with your heart for a moment and not with your head." He sighed. "You've been disconnected the past few years, and it's scaring us."

Her eyes watered again as she looked at her friend. "Ed-" 

He smiled. "It's alright. We've all been there, Y/N/N. Just don't leave us in the dark." He whispered to himself, but she heard him still. "Don't do what I did."  

[caelestisregina]

Starter for @iustusrex takes place during lww

The young queen had taken on the task that both the Beavers had advised against but once word of humans other than her had entered Narnia got to Jadis and her army, war would surely ensue. She became a double agent for Aslan, working in the lie that the Narnians weren't treating her the way she should be treated, since becoming queen. Not heeding her warnings when it came to changes in the night sky. Which in the beginning, she and Orieus didn't always see head to head. So there had been some truth.

Diane tilted her head when she saw the boy get tossed into the cell next to her. The girl's hair disheveled and out of the plait from earlier that day when everything changed for her. Maugrim had sniffed her out and called her bluff. Which landed in a slap from Jadis herself, her ring leaving a cut on her lower lip. She was shivering, the coat she was given had been taken away as part of her punishment.

[paisholotus]

Chapter 7

୨⎯ Narrative ⎯୧

The Stone Bridge. The Pevensie's stood on the looking over the horizon. "Now, Aslan’s camp is near the Stone Table just across the frozen river." Mr. Beaver told them. Rina stood beside Mrs. Beaver worried, not only for Edmund but what her father and sister will say.

"River?" Peter said, looking concerned. "Oh, the river’s been frozen solid for a hundred years." Mrs. Beaver said, reassuring him. "It’s so far!" Susan said, frowning lowly. "It’s the world, Dear. Did you expect it to be small?" Mrs, Beaver said, smiling.

Across The Wood

The court yard door opens and Edmund and Ginarrbrik walk through it into the courtyard. Edmund stops short when he sees a new statue, Mr.Tumnus. "When you’re ready, Son of Adam." The Witch said.

The sleigh sweeps out of the castle doors and across the frozen lake surrounding it. Edmund huddles on the floor whilst the Witch sits upright, wrapped in her furs.

Susan, Lucy, Peter, Rina and the Beavers walking across a huge frozen river. "Come on, humans! While we're still young." Mr. Beaver said, walking ahead of them. Peter bends down to give Lucy a piggy back ride, "If he tells us to hurry one more time, I’m gonna turn him into a big, fluffy hat." Peter said, making Lucy giggle.

"No! Behind you! It's her!" Mr. Beaver yelled. Rina quickly looked behind them and took a deep breath widening her power making them all invisible. "Wait! Will you just think about this for a minute?" Susan asked, frantically Peter. "We don’t have a minute!" Peter said sternly. "I’m just trying to be realistic." Susan said, galring back at Peter. "No, you’re trying to be smart. As usual."

They start to climb down. Susan looks like she might stay but the howling of the wolves in the distance changes her mind. Peter puts a foot on the ice and water spurts up from under it. "Wait. Maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver said, making Rina nervous as she looked at him with scared eyes. But, he gave her a quick smile making Peter catch on and frown as to what he was looking at.

Mr. Beaver tests out the ice with his feet and tail, trying to find the strongest passage. The children start to follow Mr. Beaver across the ice. Lucy notices the wolves running across the top of the frozen waterfall to the other side of the river. The wolves leap down being able to smell them, but can't see them.

"OH, PRINCESS RINA! I KNOW YOU'RE HIDING THEM!" Maugrim yelled. They ran across the river, Rina's heart pounds in her chest as she tried to focus on keeping them invisible. She grabbed onto Lucy's hand helping her keep up. Susan and Peter looked at Lucy, as they're eyes widened looking at Lucy grabbing on to something or someone.

"WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE, PRINCESS BRAT!? THE RIVER CAN'T HIDE THEM!" Maugrim yelled to her again.

Peter noticing the waterfall is starting to crack and collapse. He stabs the sword into the ice. The waterfall plunges down on them and sweeps them away. The beavers propel the chunk of ice to shore. Peter stands up holding Lucy’s coat in his hand, but no Lucy. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Susan yells. They look around but don't see her. "Lucy! Lucy!" Susan yells.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" They heard a little voice and turns to see Lucy being pulled from the water by a little brown girl, as they walked up the frozen bank holding hands. Both of them soaking wet and shivering from the cold.

Mr and Mrs. Beaver looked at Rina. She's been seen. "Rina my child." Mrs. Beaver whispered, concerned but also happy that she was okay.

Rina looked at everyone as they stared at her. She then looked at Lucy and she smiled lowly at her nodding. Rina then told them who she was. She told them about her sister and who Aslan is to her. She told them that she was princess of Narnia entirely, and her sister would be Queen of Narnia not just parts of it but all of Narnia. She told them she's been with them this whole time, keeping them safe. She apologized for not being able to save their brother, her powers weren't that advanced yet. Her father was truly the only one that could help him.

Peter and Susan than hugged Lucy and thanked Rina for saving her and doing her best by keeping them safe.

"Well, I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore." Mrs. Beaver said smiling. They see a blossom growing and leave their coats behind as the wood changes from winter into spring/summer.