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A lone figure dashed across the snowy ground, cloak billowing out behind it. Moving so fast between the shadows, anyone who saw it might have thought it a mere trick of the moonlight. However, it wasn’t; the “apparition” was a person, and they weren’t running for the fun of it. This particular person had a specific mission, and they were hurrying to complete it. Running up a hill, they came across a distinctly grassy area, no form of snow or ice anywhere. It was as warm as a pleasant spring day, and just as happy. With a grin peeking out under the hood of their cloak, the person set off at a slower pace, waving at the friends and allies they passed. Going up to the royal tent at the head of the camp, they nodded in greeting to the guard standing there. “Is he here?” they asked.
“Yes, he is waiting for you inside,” the guard replied. With a nod, the figure slipped inside on silent feet.
“So you have returned, my child,” a warm voice greeted them.
“Yes, sir, I have,” the person replied, kneeling with head bowed, the hood covering their face.
“Rise, child, and tell me what you have learned.” Standing up only to sit on a nearby chair, they smiled at the great lion in front of them.
“Nothing you don’t already know, I’m sure,” they said with a hint of teasing in their voice.
“Perhaps,” the lion chuckled. “Tell me then to confirm my knowledge, if you wish.” The figure laughed slightly.
“A Daughter of Eve and Son of Adam entered the woods, but they have both returned from whence they came. She met the boy, but the girl went off with Tumnus the faun. They will both return soon, I believe.”
“Thank you, child. Now, you have been running a long time. Go and rest for a bit.”
“Aslan, you know that I do not tire as others do,” they said to the great lion.
“No, you do not, but even I need to rest from time to time, which means that you are no exception. Go, child.”
“Yes, sir,” the figure said, slipping out of the tent and heading to their own tent, laying down to sleep.
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The same lone figure dashed across the quickly-melting snowy ground again a week later, heading again into the camp to meet with Aslan and tell him of what they had seen. They met him atop of a nearby hill. “What have you seen this time, child?”
“Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve entered the woods not a day ago. The boy who came first left the others and went to her palace. I lost him after he entered. The other three are with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, heading this way. They should be here in two days, at least.”
“Thank you, child. Go and prepare a place for them to stay.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And, Teresa,” the lion said, causing the figure to turn around.
“Yes, sir?”
“It will be up to you and Oreius to train them. They will need to be ready to fight.”
“Yes, Aslan,” the girl said, bowing slightly. “I will make sure they are ready.”
“I know you will, child. Now, go.” The girl scurried off, cloak flapping behind her as she hurried to get two tents set up for the children.