I watched the snowfall from my window for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and sighed "how could someone so horrible make something so beautiful?" I thought aloud. I pushed myself away from the window and gazed around the room

To the ordinary Narnian, it looks wonderful. But to me, it's a cold prison. I pick up some of the old books I've had since I was first locked in here. It's the usual ones you'd expect a six-year-old to pick out: Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel blah blah... all princesses that are helpless and need to be saved by some guy with a shiny sword or title. I mean, Snow White's prince, he kissed a stranger in the middle of the woods. THE WOODS! anyway, unlike them, I'm getting out of here. the other day I saw a daughter of eve with a fawn, and I know that must mean the prophecy has begun. I open my windows and my room is filled with howling, cold air. I grab my cloak off the bottom of my bed, (I'm surprised it still fits me but it does),
I pull the hood up around my face so I can stand a chance of not being recognised and lean out the window. the branches are gnarled and covered in snow. I thrust my hand out and focused on the bit of wood. slowly, but surely, the branch began to grow until it reached my window. I lowered my hand and grabbed onto it, making sure it could take my weight. I took a deep breath and clambered onto the branch. The wind sped through the trees, screaming by my ears. "don't be like that" I called into the wind, "you knew this day would come" my cloak billowed behind me and I looked back into the open window "goodbye prison, hello freedom" I whisper as I make my way along the branch, down the tree and through the snow to the only safe place I knew. The Beavers house.
I kept my head down trying not to be seen, but I doubt anyone would go out in this storm. as I hastily made my way towards safety, I bumped into a small...boy? in a fur coat. "watch where you're going" he said adjusting his coat. "sorry," I apologised, "you should be careful out here you know, never know who you might run into" the boy looked at me suspiciously "alright," he said before hurtling off into the dark. Finally, I reached the beaver's dam. I looked through the windows pouring out warm light and saw three children sitting at a table with the beavers. "it can't be..." I breathed surveying the scene. one girl was quite young with a cute face covered in freckles and the other was much older and very beautiful. There was only one boy though, with sandy blonde hair and what looked like bright blue eyes, he was about my age, I think. strange... I thought, where's the fourth?. I leaned in closer to hear their conversation. "it has long been told that two sons of Adam and two daughters of eve will be assisted by Aslan's sun, defeat the white witch and restore peace to Narnia" the beavers were explaining the prophecy to them. the children all looked at each other. "and you think we're the ones?" the sandy-haired boy asked "it has to be! cause Aslan's already gotten you an army" "our army?" the younger one exclaimed "I think you've made a mistake" the eldest boy said "we're not heroes" his sister added, "we're from Finchley" the two beaver looked at each other in desperation "and what's this Sun?" the older girl questioned folding her arms "not what, who" beaker explained "Aslan's most prized and treasured companion" beaver said. I smiled enjoying the compliment. "alright, who then?" I think it's time to make an entrance. I strode over to the door and swung it open. "me." everyone looked towards the door.

the beavers gasped "Y/N!" they bowed and the others looked confused "oh please don't, I hate it when people do that," I say, scrunching my nose up and pulling down my hood. "how did you get out?" Mrs beaver asked me, sitting me down next to the eldest boy and pulling off my cloak. "well, I managed to move a branch to the window and climb out." "so that means-" "the witches powers are fading." I turn to the group of children " your arrival has helped me escape my prison" "prison?" the eldest girl asked, "what do you mean?" "well, when the witch took over Narnia, I was only six. Aslan was the only so-called family I had left. knowing that I was magic, the white witch captured me and sealed me in a tower where my powers could not be used to stop her. I've been stuck in there for years" "100 to be exact" Beaver commented, "but you'll only be about seventeen" "oh that's good" I commented sarcastically, taking the warm drink from Mrs beaver. "so you're-" "Y/N Y/L/N, Aslan's sun" I say to them giving weak jazz hands which and the younger one laugh. I smiled at her, and she smiled back "And you are?" I ask, looking around the table. "oh," the blond boy started snapping out of some daze, "I'm Peter, these are my sisters Susan and Lucy" I waved at both of them awkwardly giving a small smile, "and our brother Edmund-" he stopped short. I frowned "you okay?" I asked as everyone turned to looks the spot where I guessed someone has been sitting. Wait.. was that the...oh no. "Ed?" Peter called, and they all grew concerned. Peter suddenly got up and ran to the front door, which I had left open. I followed, knowing what was going on. he turned to me, frustration in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill him," he said.