Hannah's body tensed up. The bird's chirping grew louder, urging her and the other's to follow it. The chirping stopped after a few seconds. Susan looked at the others with a raised eyebrow, unsure of what was going on.

Then they heard a rustling sound behind some nearby trees and bushes. The noise suddenly turned into a more violent and abrupt sound. Peter stopped in his tracks and protectively stood in front of them. Susan held onto his arm and Hannah quickly held onto Lucy and Susan's shoulder. She felt Lucy's warm fingers wrap around hers, giving her body a chance to relax. From the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but notice Edmund coward behind her. No one dared to move.

The sound of rustling in the snow caused Hannah's head to whip around. Her bones stiffened when she heard a slight patting noise. Her eyes widened with fear. She and the Pevensies knew that the noise was coming from one of the small rocks in front of them. Something began to walk out from behind the rock. At this moment, Hannah prepared herself for the worse. She expected something like a wolf with large, pointy teeth; a minion of the White Witch. However, the creature that emerged from behind the rock wasn't large at all. In fact, it was a small, brown animal with a long tail.

"It's... it's a beaver," Lucy observed.

"I thought it would've been a more... threatening-looking creature," Hannah said, curiously looking over at the beaver.

The others stopped and stared for a moment, completely speechless. The beaver slowly made its way towards them. Peter knelt in front of it, holding out his hand. "Here, boy," he said, rubbing his fingers together. He started to make clicking noises, "Here, boy." The beaver just stared at him, cocking its head.

"I ain't gonna smell it, if that's what you want," the beaver said, unimpressed.

Hannah and Lucy laughed as the others jumped. Edmund gasped and Susan stared with wide eyes. Astonished, Peter slowly lowered his hand.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Lucy Pevensie, and Hannah Grunberg," the beaver began, causing the two girls to stop laughing. Their smiles immediately faded. Lucy cautiously followed Hannah as she slowly approached him.

"Y-yes?" Lucy asked.

The beaver held out a white handkerchief. Hannah scanned it with her eyes. It only took her a few seconds to make a connection.

"That's the hanky she gave Mr.-" she began.

"Tumnus," the beaver finished for her. "He got it to me just before they took him."

Hannah felt this sense of darkness towards the word they. It was very familiar. She gulped, knowing exactly what could've happened to him.

"Is he alright?" Lucy asked.

The beaver looked from left to right before coming closer to them. He pointed to the direction behind the five children, who looked at him curiously. "Further in," he whispered, before hopping off to a slope of snow. Hannah was quick to follow Lucy. Peter was right behind her, but the three of them were held back by a concerned Susan.

"What are you doing?" she hissed. Hannah always thought Susan sounded more like a mother rather than a sister. She even had that same stare, with her eyes threatening to pop right from her socket.

"She's right," Edmund agreed. "How do we know we can trust him?"

"He said he knows the faun," Peter said, as if it was obvious.

"He's a beaver," Susan reasoned. "He shouldn't be saying anything!"

"On the contrary," Hannah said, matter of factly. "Since the logic of Narnia defies the logic from our world, it would be safe to say that animals can talk."

The beaver reappeared. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, we were just talking," Peter said, turning to him.

"That's better left for headquarters," the beaver whispered, disappearing again afterwards.

"He means the trees," Lucy said softly, looking around.

"There are some who are even on the Witch's side," Hannah warned.

She completely understood where Susan was coming from, as she and Edmund hesitantly followed behind her, Peter, and Lucy. It wasn't because of the fact that he was a talking beaver, but because she wasn't familiar to Mr. Tumnus. Besides, there was no reason to fear him since Mr. Tumnus trusted the beaver enough to give him the handkerchief. Hannah gave Susan a reassuring look. The beaver started leading them through the forest.

"So, um... beaver," Susan started.

"I'd actually prefer it if you'd call me Mr. Beaver," Mr. Beaver corrected.

She smiled politely. "Sorry," she replied. "So where exactly is your headquarter?"

"You'll find that out soon enough," Mr. Beaver said with a smile.

Hannah and the four Pevensies trailed behind him. The snow gentle fell from the sky, which was starting to turn into a bright golden color. They walked passed the tall trees and down the slope that was coated with snow.

"Come on," Mr. Beaver said, quietly. "We don't want to be caught out here after nightfall."

The sound of snow crunching echoed through the stone archway that stood in between a series of rocky cliffs. They were tall and grand. It wasn't long before they approached a very thin and narrow exist. "Ah, blimey, looks like the old girl's got the kettle on. Nice cup o' Rosy Lee!" the beaver exclaimed.

They were a couple of feet away from a cozy-looking dam in the middle of a frozen lake. Warm, yellow light shone from the inside of the entrance. A column of grey smoke creeped from the chimney. Hannah thought it looked like something you'd typically find in Narnia.

"It's lovely!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Nah, it's merely a trifle. Still plenty to do, ain't quite finished yet," Mr. Beaver said, proudly. "It'll look the business when it is done."

"I'm sure it's just as cozy as it looks," Hannah reassured him.

Mr. Beaver led them down the hill, arriving at the front yard. Hannah heard a female voice call out from inside the home, but it grew louder as the figure approached them. "Beaver, is that you? I've been worried sick!" A female beaver stepped out with a stern look on her face. "If find out you've been with Badger again, I-" she paused when she saw the five humans. Hannah tried to smile politely, knowing that she would have to get used to this type of expression. The female beaver's eyes widened in surprise, and put a paw over her mouth. "O-oh," she stuttered. "Well those aren't badgers."

"We definitely wouldn't pass as badgers," Hannah said with a smile.

"Obviously not! I never thought I would live to see this day!" Mrs. Beaver said, becoming rather flustered. She beamed at the five children before turning to Mr. Beaver, hissing at him. "Look at my fur! You couldn't give me ten minutes warning?"

"I'd have given a week if I thought it would have helped," he replied, chuckling. The others laughed, apart from Edmund, who had a sour look on his face. Hannah's smile was definitely the widest. Just from their interactions, they reminded her so much of her parents.

"Come inside, and we'll see if we can get you some food. And some... civilized company," Mrs. Beaver said, walking inside. Her voice was strict, but Hannah sensed a loving quality in it. She recognized the tone, as her father was the same way.

Mr. Beaver chuckled to himself, ushering them inside. "Now be careful, watch your step."

A flashback played inside Hannah's head, causing her to stop in her tracks. She saw herself as a little girl, around eight years old. Her father was always strict when it came to her studies, wanting her to be smarter than her Aryan classmates. She remembered the deep brown color of his eyes and the softness of his tone when he spoke to her. Whenever he saw her studying in her room, he would always plant a kiss on her cheek and say, "Gutes Mädchen." This always made her smile, because she knew that doing well in school made him happy. She touched her right cheek in rememberance.

A female voice snapped her out of her trance. Hannah shook her head, and looked down to see Mrs. Beaver. "Everything alright, dear?"

"Y-yes," Hannah stuttered.

Her eyes darted around, searching for Susan and Lucy. When Mrs. Beaver noticed Hannah's change of expression, Mrs. Beaver gave her a reassuring look. "Your friends are inside. Be careful on your way in."

"Thank you," Hannah replied.

Before following the she-beaver, the girl took one last look at Edmund. She squinted her eyes in suspicion. He was looking at a cold and eerie landscape. Hannah knew that she had to keep an eye on him.

This distraction caused her to nearly trip as she stepped inside the dam. The warmth of the fireplace was the first thing she felt. It made the dam feel cozier. There were many things you wouldn't find in a typical beaver dam. Mrs. Beaver's sewing machine was placed next to some cupboards in one corner to Hannah's left. A table was already set with wooden plates and cups, and candles were lit all over the places. This was definitely one of Narnia's oddities, and there were more that were yet to be discovered.

"Excuse the mess," Mrs. Beaver apologized. "Couldn't get Beaver out of his chair."

Hannah sat in between Lucy and Peter. She turned to look over at Edmund, who seemed distracted. He sat on the staircase, gazing at the window. What is it with this boy? She thought to herself. Was he really thinking about seeing the White Witch? She couldn't help but feel worried for him. There was clear desire in his eyes. A little chill ran down her spine.

It didn't take her long to notice that she might have been staring at him a bit too long. When Edmund looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, she quickly turned her attention to the table again. Susan poured herself a cup of tea and sat next to Peter, who looked at the beaver with genuine curiosity.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Mr. Tumnus?" he asked.

"They'll have taken him to the Witch's house, and you know what they say: there's few who go through them gates that come out again," Mr. Beaver answered.

"Fish 'n' chips dear?" Mrs. Beaver interrupted, laying a plate with fish that was sprinkled with lots of salt and dried potato strips in front of Lucy. Hannah didn't like the crestfallen look on her face. The beaver placed a comforting paw on her shoulder. "But there is hope, dear. Lots of hope."

Mr. Beaver choked on his drink. "Oh yeah, there's a right bit more than hope!" He leaned forward and cupped a paw around his mouth, lowering his voice dramatically. "Aslan is on the move."

Hannah didn't know why, but the name stirred her heart. Like there was a sense of importance in his name. None of them said a word at that moment. Silence filled the room, but it was interrupted by footsteps approaching the table.

"Who's Aslan?" Edmund asked.

Mr. Beaver hit the table and spit out his drink. He burst into laughter. The beaver didn't notice that the children were staring at him in confusion. "Ha ha ha! 'Who's Aslan?'" he mocked. "You cheeky little blighter!" His wife nudged him on the shoulder and pointed at their bewildered faces. He stopped laughing.

"What?" he asked her. When he looked at the children, he understood. "You don't know, do ya?"

"Well, we haven't exactly been here very long," Peter explained.

"Mr. Tumnus never got to mention Aslan the last time Lucy and I saw him," Hannah informed him. The little girl acknowledged her with a nod.

"He's only the king of the whole wood," Mr. Beaver said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The top geezer! The real king of Narnia."

"He's been away for a long while," Mrs. Beaver said.

"But he's just got back!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, his eyes widened with excitement. "And he's waiting for you near the Stone Table!"

Lucy's eyebrows furred in confusion. "He's waiting for us?"

"You're blooming joking!" he exclaimed in despair, before turning to Mrs. Beaver. "They don't even know about the prophecy!"

"This is going way to fast," Hannah said to the three Pevensies, whom nodded in response.

"Well, then..." Mrs. Beaver gestured for him to continue.

The beaver sighed. "Look. Aslan's return, Tumnus's arrest, the secret police, it's all happening because of you!"

"You're blaming us?" Susan asked, offended.

"No! Not blaming you; thanking you," Mrs. Beaver fixed.

"You're thanking us for getting Mr. Tumnus arrested?" Hannah said, raising an eyebrow.

Mr. Beaver shook his head. "No, no! There's a prophecy," he explained. "When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone sits at Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done."

"You know that doesn't really rhyme," Susan pointed out.

"I know it don't, but you're kind of missing the point!" Mr. Beaver said, his tone increased due to frustration.

Mrs. Beaver gently placed a paw on her husband's shoulder and continued for him. "It has long been foretold that two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve will defeat the White Witch and restore peace to Narnia!"

"And you think we're the ones?" Peter questioned.

"Well you better be, because Aslan's already working on your army!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed, sounding rather impatient.

"Our army?!" Lucy said, in shock.

Hannah's eyes widened for a moment, as the beavers' words repeated in her head. She never dreamed that she would fight in an army. There were times when she was helpless in Germany. How would she fight for others if she never fought for herself before?

Another thought echoed in her mind. There were two Sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve prophesized. Her eyes instinctively looked at Susan and Lucy. It was noticeable that she was the odd one out. She felt a little heaviness in her heart, the same one she felt when she was ridiculed by her teacher for being Jewish. That type of feeling you had when you knew you didn't belong there.

"Hang on," Hannah spoke up, causing the others to turn to her. "Did you say that there are two Daughters of Eve?"

Mr. Beaver nodded. "Yes, that's how it was written."

"But there are three of us."

It didn't take long for the two Beavers to notice that there were indeed three girls. That meant three daughters of Eve. Mr. Beaver looked at his wife and gestured for her to answer, but she shook her head in confusion. This seemed to continue for quite a bit until Mr. Beaver just sighed and faced the curious girl. "I-I'm not sure, to be honest," he stuttered, trying to find the right thing to say. "All I know is that there are two Daughters of Even in the Prophecy. No more, no less."

"But I'm sure there's a reason for you to be here, my dear," Mrs. Beaver said, quickly. She placed a paw on Hannah's shoulder. "We are all a part of this. If you weren't meant to be here, than you wouldn't have found Narnia."

A small smile crept on Hannah's lips. Lucy looked at her knowingly, "She's right," she told her.

"Mum sent us away so we wouldn't get caught up in a war," Susan said to Peter. She turned to him with worried eyes.

"I think you're mistaken," Peter said. "We're not heroes."

"We're from Finchley!" Susan added.

The beavers looked at each other, confused. Hannah placed a firm foot on the ground and spoke with a firm voice. "You don't need to be a hero to help those in need. I was in their position once, and no one was there to help me. I want to make a difference."

"What can we do? We're just children that are stuck in a world of war," she questioned her. Hannah pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer. She was never able to do anything; what made her think that she could fix a conflict in another world?

Susan stood up and pushed her chair in. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, glancing at Peter. "But we really have to go."

"You can't just leave!" Mr. Beaver said, desperately.

"What about Mr. Tumnus?" Hannah asked.

"They're right," Lucy pleaded. "We have to help him."

Peter sighed, already standing next to Susan. "It's out of our hands. I'm sorry, but it's about time the five of us were getting home. Come on, Ed."

He looked around, but his brother wasn't there.

"Ed?" he panicked.

That was when his eyes settled on the opened door. A sudden chill ran up Hannah's spine. She stared at the door with her jaw dropped. The boy turned back around and spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna kill him."

"You might not have to," Mr. Beaver said, grimly. "Has Edmund ever been to Narnia before?"

Hannah knew the answer to that question, but she didn't have time to say it; and it didn't take long for the others to realize it too. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't wait for the Pevensies to put their coats on. With pure determination written all over her face, Hannah glanced at the door. There was this pull, like there was something calling her.

She took a deep breath, knowing that there was no turning back.

With that, she stepped into the dark, winter forest.

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A/N: Hey guys! I really got into writing this chapter, and I hope you like it. Thank you for reading and I hope you comment and vote if you didn't yet. I am really trying to make quality chapters for you guys and I am trying to improve the 'language' that I use. Please tell me if I could make any improvements!