A Dream of a Dream (Narnia Edmund Pevensie)

Chapter 8 Winter's End

It didn't take long for us to reach the frozen river but, much to our dismay, it wasn't very frozen anymore. Chunks of ice were breaking off and sailing down the rest of the thawed river. I know that winter ending is supposed to be a good thing but, at the moment it just seems to make things harder for us.

"We need to cross. Now." Peter commanded. Lucy looked to Mr. and Mrs. Beaver,

"Don't beavers make dams?" She asked, panicked.

"I'm not that fast, dear." Mr. Beaver corrected.

"Come on!" Peter interjected, grabbing mine and Lucy's hands. Susan didn't move despite Peter's urging,

"Wait! Can't we just think about this for a minute?" She argued. Seriously, Susan, do you really have to argue with us over everything?

"We don't have a minute!" Peter quickly countered.

"I'm just trying to be realistic." Susan spoke lowly.

"No you're trying to be smart, as usual." He accused, walking away with Lucy and I in tow. Susan reluctantly turned and began to follow when we heard it. A wolf's howl. They found us. We started to move quicker, wanting to get across the melting river as fast as possible. But, it was quite hard considering we had to walk along narrow, slipery, snowy ledges to get down to the river's edge. Finally, we made it the riverbank when we stopped in fright. It seemed as if the ice was breaking apart faster than before. Peter attempted to walk on the ice but it started to crack and sink the moment he put his weight on it, causing all of us to jump back and the Beavers to go in front of us.

"Wait, maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver suggested.

"Maybe you should." I agreed and Peter nodded. The male beaver began walking across the ice, tapping his tail aginst the areas around him to see if they would hold.

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Rung out Mrs. Beaver's accusing voice.

"Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking." Mr. Beaver joked. We really do not have time for this, the rest of the ice could break off any minute now!

When Beaver outlined enough of a path, the rest of us began to take his lead, being very careful of where we stepped. Even though where we were walking was safe enough the ice around us was craking and breaking at its will. The noises of it keeping us all on edge.

"If mum knew what we were doing..." Susan spoke up.

"Mum's not here!" Peter reminded sternly. And just when I thought we could cross without any further incidents, Lucy's voice rang out,

"Oh no!" We all looked up after her to see the wolves running along the top of the frozen over waterfall, icicles dropping in their wake.

"Run!" Peter shouted, taking Lucy's hand. We all picked up the pace trying to cross as safely as time allowed.

"Hurry!" Susan shouted, because we obviously weren't before. Soon the wolves jumped down the rocks and cut us off from our path. They snarled at us with bared fangs. I let out a small scream and we all turned around only to be met with more wolves. They were blocking all out paths unless we wanted to dive into the freshly thawed waters. Mr. Beaver snarled and raised his claws at a wolf only to get taken up into it's jaws.

"No!" His wife screamed, helpless.

"Peter!" Lucy shouted as he drew his sword and pointed it at the wolves, hand quivering slightly.

"Put that down, boy," came the guttural voice of a wolf, "someone could get hurt."

That seemed to make Peter even more hesitant.

"Don't worry about me! Run 'im through!" Beaver yelled.

"Leave now while you can and your brother leaves with you." The wolf bargained. He must be Maugrim, he took Mr. Tumnus.

"Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!" Screamed Susan. Is she really gonna trust him? He works with the White Witch, y'know the one that took Edmund and Mr. Tumnus.

"Oh, smart girl." Maugrim said slyly. Peter looked conflicted, like he was ready to back down. There's no way we're agreeing to whatever he's come up with.

"Don't listen to him!" I interjected, hoping to break whatever power the wolf was attempting to hold over Peter.

"Kill 'im! Kill 'im now!" Beaver shouted. Peter still held his sword at Maugrim, I just hope he makes the right choice.

"Oh, come on. This isn't your war, all my queen wants is for you to take your family and go." Yeah right.

"Look, just because soome man in a red coat hands you a sword it doesn't make you a hero!" Susan pleaded, "just drop it."

"No Peter, Narnia needs ya! Gut 'im while ya still have the chance!" Beaver cried. Wait, why is everyone relying on Peter to do this? I have a sword as well, two technically.  I guess it's time for me to find a way out, and I think I have an idea.

"So what's it gonna be, son of adam? I won't wait forever, and neither will the river." That's right! The river!

I shifted closer to Peter to catch his attention then looked from the ice to his sword, he seemed to get my idea because he soon looked to his sisters and said,

"Hold on to me!"

Then we both lifted our swords and pierced them into the quickly melting ice, creating a raft of sorts that quickly broke away into the rapids of the river. As we drifted away, the ice coating the waterfall began to crack and shatter as the water cascaded upon all of us, washing away the wolves. I gasped as the cold water drenched my body, but, at the same time, I had never felt more alive. Pure adrenaline was rushing through my veins. I wish I could hold onto this feeling forever.

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A/N: when you can see the change in my writing style like halfway through the chapter lmao

~Kayxx