Chapter 3

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We arrived back at the beavers house

"Hurry mama, they are after us" mr beaver hurriedly said

"oh right then" mrs beaver commented and started collecting all the things, including mine and Arabella's coats, we needed to get to our camp.

"What's she doing?" Peters asked

"you'll be thanking me later, it's a long journey and beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry" mrs beaver said

"I'm cranky now" mr beaver shouted. While mr beaver was trying to find a way out without being caught, mrs beaver on the other had was packing food so that we all don't starve to death and so that mr beaver doesn't get cranky.

"Do you think we'll need jam?" Susan asked no one in particular

"only if the witch serves toast" peter sarcastically commented back and I laughed a bit but then I heard scruffing and started to look worried because I'll be honest, I am terrified of Maugrim, ever since that night I've tried to avoid him the best I can and only dad, Arabella and Kian know the true story. I clasped peters hand once again while I looked quite panicked and my confident, fearless exterior was crumbling away quickly and it scared me even more. Peter looked at me and saw how scared and distressed I looked and squeezed my hand to let me know he was there and that he wasn't going anywhere and I just nodded quickly and built back up my exterior and started to help pack more and then we heard scuffing they are here we all looked at the badgers tunnels passage ways and opened the door and climbed down the rope. Mr and mrs beaver went first, then lucy and Susan, then Arabella and then I looked at peter and he looked at me and I gave him a look but he pushed me down first anyway so I just looked up at him and glared at him while he chuckled a bit and followed us down.

We started running through the tunnels with mr and mrs beaver leading and me and peter at the back, my hand still enclosed in his while he had a lit torch in the other hand

"it leads right under to my mates place" mr beaver said as we were running

"you told me you it led to your mums" mrs beaver said and I chuckled that they were talking about this like nothing was happening. Then lucy fell over and we all stopped to see if she was okay

"Lucy" Susan and Arabella said panicked and we kept on hearing the woofs of the dogs

"they're in the tunnel" Lucy whispered as we all started to really panic then

"quick, this way" mr beaver panicked and me and Arabella picked up lucy so that she was standing and started to travel down the tunnel but this time running

"run" peter commented as we all ran quickly around the tunnels turning left and right at some points then we reached a dead end

"oh no" I said defeated as I looked at Arabella and she looked at me and we both nodded and got behind peter so that Maugrim and his pack of wolves wouldn't get to them so easily

"you should have brought a map" mrs beaver complained

"there wasn't room next to the jam" mr beaver defended himself as he jumped and started to dig a hole to the surface, then mrs beaver followed, then lucy, then Arabella shoved peter up before she went up and then she pulled me along with her up the hole and then once we was all on the surface, we shoved a barrel into the hole to hold the wolves off longer and sighed and turned around.

I swear to Aslan, what I saw, I never want to see it happen to anyone again. All of the most innocent animals in all of narnia, turned to stone forever, including family's and mr beavers best friend

"I'm so sorry dear" mrs beaver said to mr beaver

"he was my best mate" mr beaver sadly said and mrs beaver comforted him. I turned around as a tear slipped down my cheek but what I didn't notice was that peter was making his way towards me and grabbed my chin gently and turned my face towards him as I let a few more tears slip. He quickly wiped them away and pulled me into a hug, causing my cheeks to started burning with a blush. It felt so right to be near him, maybe he was the one I was destined to be with in the prophecy but time will only tell

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