[eight: protect]

As Genevieve arrived back in her uncle's house she sighed as she snuck back to her room to sleep. Whilst time hadn't changed in her the countryside, it had changed for her because the few hours she had spent in Narnia looking for the heirs of the throne had drained every ounce of energy in her body. After placing her beanie on the counter and taking off her coat and shoes, Genevieve immediately collapsed and buried herself under the covers, falling into a deep sleep.

She awoke to find herself laying on the harsh forest floor, the sun piercing through the trees and the sound of birds whistling a song in her ear. Genevieve stood up and brushed herself off, ensuring no leaves were on her clothes. She softly turned, taking in the forest as she looked at where to go.

The wind blew through her frizzy hair and she smiled as her hair flew in her face, whispering things to her that she could only just here.

"Eve." She heard her mothers voice and she gasped.

"Mum?" She asked as she looked everywhere for Elizabeth but found that she was nowhere to be seen.

"Eve, follow my voice." She heard her mother say again and Genevieve went running through  the forest, her mothers voice drawing closer and closer until it stopped in a clearing.

Genevieve looked around the area, the clearing was mostly grass with the exception of four huge walls enclosing an area of stone. In the middle was a table, a table of the strongest stone that Genevieve had ever seen. Genevieve walked towards it and studied the symbols across the  table and found that they were in some ancient language but she clearly saw the world Narnia on it. Genevieve pressed her hand on the table of stone and closed her eyes, allowing herself to hear everything around her.

She imagined the lion, his fierce approach and his large mane of hair. She imagined his voice, deep and wise and she imagined him leading his arm to victory against the white witch. She imagined him crowning the Pevensie's and leading them to victory.  She didn't imagine him talking to her and asking her to come to Narnia. She didn't imagine herself in Narnia at all.

"Genevieve." She heard him say and she opened her eyes and turned around and her eyes widened.

Stood in front of her in all his form was Aslan himself, his stance fierce but his eyes kind. Genevieve immediately bowed, having known to have respect for the true king of Narnia but he only told her to rise as he let a low chuckle and smiled proudly at the Daughter of Eve in front of him.

"Aslan," She whispered as she looked at him. "Why am I in Narnia?"

"Sometimes it does not do well to dwell on why things turn out a certain way but to embrace them and chose your path." Aslan said wisely and Genevieve just looked up at him confused.

"But Aslan I don't understand, I'm not in the prophecy and I'm nothing special. What am I doing here?" Aslan strode towards her and walked to the table and looked her dead in the eye.

"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

As Eve comes is sight, there will be light,

At the sound of her voice, she will be based with a choice, 

To stand at her will and live today, or sacrifice herself to eternal lay,

And when the table breaks at all her might, Narnia will stand protected by Knight

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done " Aslan finished the prophecy and Genevieve still looked confused.

"Aslan I still don't understand, what do I have to do?" Genevieve asked, her voice soft but on the verge of breaking.

"Protect them Genevieve. Protect the Children. Protect them even if ti isn't in your place to and if they protest. Protect him. Protect him as far as you can, Narnia depends on you." Aslan said before he dissapeared into the forest for the last time.

"ASLAN!" Genevieve screamed as she ran through the forest but he was gone.

...

Genevieve awoke abruptly, sweat dripping from her forehead as she tried to steady her breathing. Why was Aslan suddenly playing with her mind and emotions? What did he mean? What did he mean?

As Eve comes is sight, there will be light,

At the sound of her voice, she will be based with a choice, 

To stand at her will and live today, or sacrifice herself to eternal lay,

And when the table breaks at all her might, Narnia will stand protected by Knight 

What did Aslan mean?

Genevieve looked outside and saw that it was a sunny day, the sun was radiating through her window causing a smile to envision her face. She quickly changed into suitable summer attire which consisted of a plain white blouse, a grey skirt and a black cardigan in case she got cold in the gust of wind outside. Tying her hair into a messy bun, Genevieve raced to get outside, almost forgetting her shoes that were stood by the door, as she ran to enjoy the sun while it lasted.

When Genevieve got outside, she immediately noticed a large patch of land owned by her uncle infested with beautiful flowers from daisies to sunflowers and dandelions. Genevieve sprinted to the fields and launched herself onto the ground, letting herself take in both the sun and the sweet intoxicating aroma from the flowers as a small content smile found its way to her face.

Genevieve loved the summer breeze and the way the sun lit up everything around her and made even the most boring things look beautiful. Genevieve watched as a single leave fell from the tree situated above her and landed on her nose. Genevieve giggled and picked up the leaf and examined it and jumped back in shock. Imprinted into the leaves, as if it had grown that way, was a symbol and a word and Genevieve immediately rose and ran back to the house in both fear and excitement.

Drawn across the leaves was the silhouette of a lion, his very features daunting to her as she shook her head in fear. He was intimidating which gave Genevieve the idea that he was here to warn her or summon her back to Narnia to fight a battle she hadn't even known had begun. Written across the leaves was a word, the very word that she knew must be her destiny if it had been repeated so many times by the lion that day and in their first encounter.

Genevieve grabbed her boots, her signature red beanie, a scarf and a pair of gloves before taking her mother's old winter coat out of her own wardrobe before making her way to the desolated room from before. She approached the wardrobe with a smile on her face, the leaf still firm in her palm as she opened the door and stepped through the realm to Narnia itself. Once out of the wardrobe and into the snow encrusted air, Genevieve looked down at the leave in her palm which had now started frosting over as if to fit in with its surroundings. Written along the spine of the leaf was one word repeated over and over again.

Protect.

Protect.

Protect.

Genevieve quickly headed towards the Beavers dam, hoping not to be seen by the trees until she heard the howls of wolves in the distance and hid behind a tree watching the commotion in fear. Mr. Tumnus stood being detained by the wolves, who Genevieve only assumed to be the chief of Police around here and get her mouth closed as he was dragged away, the pack of wolves following behind after destroying Tumnus' home. Genevieve frowned as she looked upon Tumnus' house before carrying on to the beavers to warn them of what had occurred.

If only she had been there earlier she could have saved him.

She could have protected him.

But she didn't.

Despite this, Genevieve quickly made her way back to the Beaver's dam where she quickly knocked on the door which was opened by a frantic looking Mrs. Beaver who quickly invited her in. As she walked she saw Mr. Beaver drinking some tea and relaxing and she was quick to retaliate.

"Mr. Tumnus has been detained by the police." Genevieve said as she sat down on a chair, exhausted both from running to the Beaver's dam and from the sharpness of the cold air outside.

"What?" Mr. Beaver asked as he spat out his drink.

"I saw the wolves destroy his home and detain him. No doubt Lucy will try to go there when she gets back, she may even have her siblings next time." She whispered to Mr. Beaver, who didn't want Mrs. Beaver hearing the conversation.

"Distract her for a while." Mr. Beaver said as he abruptly walked out of the dam with a white handkerchief in his hand before slamming the door behind him.

Mrs. Beaver quickly walked into the room. eyeing the chair that her husband had previously been sat in. She then turned to Genevieve who shrugged towards her and Mrs. Beaver just rolled her eyes at her husbands abruptness. She then turned to the stove and Genevieve was quick to stand up and help her.

"What are we cooking?"

"Fish 'n' chips dear."

"What can I do to help?" Genevieve asked he politely, hoping that herself helping will distract Mrs. Beaver.

"Can you lay the table?"

"Of course." Genevieve replied as she grabbed 7 plates from the cupboard, making Mrs. Beaver give her an odd look.

"Why so many plates?"

"I have a feeling we'll have company tonight Mrs. Beaver." She said and Mrs. Beaver brushed it off, thinking Genevieve was referring to Mr. Beaver's friends coming as she assumed Beaver was with Badger.

But Genevieve wasn't preparing the table for Badger at all, but for the four Pevensie children who unbeknownst to her had just fallen through the wardrobe into Narnia.