The Land Of Narnia ~ The Forest ~ Night
Sammy yelped and started running faster.
"Hurry!" Peter whisper-shouted to us, because Sammy was moving too fast for us.
"Sammy! Not so fast, boy!" I whisper-shouted.
Sammy slowed down a bit, so we could catch up.
After a couple minutes, we reached the ice castle, and froze, watching Edmund open the door, walk in, and close the door behind him.
"EDMUND!" Lucy shouted, trying to get his attention.
"Shh!!!" Mr. Beaver hushed. "They'll hear ya!"
Peter tried running to get his brother, but was cut short from Mr. Beaver pulling him back.
"No!" Mr. Beaver shouted.
"Get off of me!!" Peter replied, pulling his arm away.
"You're playing into her hands!" He responded.
"We can't just let him go!" Susan protested.
"He's our brother!" Lucy added.
"He's the bait! The Witch wants all five of ya!" Mr Beaver said.
"Why?" Peter asked urgently.
"To stop the prophecy from coming true. To kill ya!" Mr. Beaver explained.
"This is all your fault." Susan spoke to Peter as she walked toward him.
"My fault?!" Peter asked, turning around to face his sister.
"None of this would have happened if you had just listened to me in the first place!" She spoke fast.
"Oh, so you knew this would happen?" Peter asked sarcastically.
"I didn't know what would happen." She said. "Which is why we should have left while we still could-!"
"Stop it!" Lucy shouted, breaking the argument. "This isn't going to help Edmund."
"We need more help to rescue him." I added.
"They're right." Mr. Beaver said to Peter and Susan. "Only Aslan can help your brother now."
"Then take us to him." Peter said, sighing in defeat.
Sammy led the way back; but after a while, we heard the howling of wolves.
"Oh, no. It's the Secret Police! The Witch sent them after us!" Mr. Beaver said worriedly. "We have to go!"
The six of us ran off into the night, Sammy still leading the way, and eventually getting back to the dam, the howling seemingly getting louder.
Mr. Beaver punched open the door, and the rest of us walked in.
"Hurry, mother! They're after us!" He said to Mrs. Beaver.
"Oh! Right." She said, and started opening cupboards, closing drawers, grabbing items, and folding cloths.
"What's she doing?!" Peter asked, his voice rising in panic.
Mr. Beaver only shrugged in response.
"You'll thank me later." Mrs. Beaver explained, carrying food. "It's a long journey, and Mr. Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry."
"I'm cranky now!" He shouted.
Peter, Susan, and me started to help Mrs. Beaver, packing random food things here and there.
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