We hurried after Edmund who we saw walk to the witch's castle. 'Hurry up!' Peter called for us while running. When we reach the top of a hill, we see Edmund go through the gates of the Witch castle.
'Edmund!' Lucy shouted, trying to gain his attention.
'Shh', Mr Beaver silenced, 'they'll hear ya!'
Peter starts to run after Edmund but I caught him by the sleeve and pulled him back. 'No, let me go!' he protested, 'We can't let him go!'
'Don't you get it?' Mr Beaver explained, 'He's the bait! She wants all five of ya! To kill ya!'
'This is all your fault!' Susan blamed on Peter.
'My fault?' he shot back.
'None of this would've happened if you'd just listened to me in the first place!' she argued.
'So you knew this would happen!' he said sarcastically.
'I didn't know what would happen', she said before raising her voice, 'That's why we should have left while we still could.'
'Stop!' Lucy cried, 'This isn't going to help Edmund.'
'She's right', Mr Beaver mumbled, 'Only Aslan can save him now.'
'Then take us to him', Peter told Mr Beaver.
We hurried back to the Beavers house. 'Hurry Mum, they're after us!' Mr Beaver said. 'Right then!' Mrs Beaver said while hurrying, opening and closing cupboards and packing all sorts of things.
'What's she doing?' Susan questioned.
'Don't worry, you'll thank me later.' Mrs Beaver said, still passing back and forth around the room, 'It's a long journey and a beaver gets cranky when he's hungry.'
'I'm cranky now!' Mr Beaver complained.
'Do you think we should bring jam?' Susan asked, who had started to help mrs Beaver pack.
'Only if the witch has toast.' Peter said nervously, listening to how the wolves tried to come into the house.
As Mr Beaver opened the way to the tunnel he and mrs beaver took the lead, I took Peter by the hand and pulled him into the tunnels followed by Susan and Lucy.
'This should lead to Badgers.' Mr Beaver said while running.
'You told me it lead to your moms!' Mrs Beaver snapped. I tripped over something in the dark and fell down. Peter bend down next to me and helped me up. At that moment, I heard the quick passing of paws entering the tunnel. 'They're in the tunnel!' I got up and we all ran further but ended up at a dead end.
'You should have brought a map!' Mrs beaver scolded.
'There wasn't room next to the jam', Mr beaver explained. With that he jumped out of the hole, we followed swiftly; Peter helped me out then Lucy, then Susan, before climbing out himself. I tripped and fell onto something made of stone. Mr Beaver and Peter rolled a barrel in front of the tunnel entrance. I stood up to see that what I had fallen on, were stone animals. Mr beaver looked at one of them sadly: 'He was my best mate.'
'What happened to them?' I questioned.
'This is what happens to those who cross the witch.' A sudden voice spoke.
'Take one more step, traitor, and I'll shew you to splinters.' Mr Beaver threatened the Fox who'd just appeared.
'Relax, I'm one of the good guys.' the Fox said, getting of the rock he was standing on.
'Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones.' Beaver shot back.
'An unfortunate family resemblance, but we can argue breeding later, right now, we got to move.' We all turn to the source of the noise near the tunnel.
'What do you have in mind?' Peter asked after a second, upon whick the Fox looked up.
The Fox stayed on the lower ground while we and the Beavers hid in one of the large trees. Peter and I sat on the same branch. He held the trunk of the tree with one arm and wrapped the other around me, to ensure I didn't fall off, I wrapped mine around his torso, my head against his chest as I feel his faint heartbeat through his coat as we watched the scene that happened on the ground.
'Evening gents', the Fox greeted the wolves, 'lost something have we?' To which one of the wolves growled: 'Don't patronize me, I know where your allegiance lies. We are looking for some humans.'
'Humans? Here in Narnia?' the Fox laughed, 'now that's some valuable information.' Suddenly one of the wolves jumped at the Fox and closed his jaws around the flanks of the Fox. The sudden action made me jump, which caused Peters arm to tighten around me so I wouldn't fall. 'It's okay', he whispered in my ear, I could feel his breath near my ear.
'Your reward is your life', the wolf threatened, 'It isn't much, but still', his voice came out as another growl, 'Where are the fugitives?'
I hold my breath nervously but Peter whispers calming words to me which made me calm down a little bit as we watch the Fox look around hopelessly before bowing his head in shame: 'North, they ran North.' He breathed.
'Smell them out', the wolf leader commanded. The wolf holding the Fox casts him aside, he falls and stays on the ground whimpering. When the wolves were gone, we all get down; Peter helped me get down from the last couple of branches. Mr beaver had collected some wood and had made a fire where we all sat around while Mrs Beaver patched up the Fox, we all listen to his tale in the meantime.
'Are you alright?' I ask.
'Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse than their bite.' the Fox joked before wincing in pain.
'Oh, stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day.'
'Worse day of the year.' Mr Beaver shivered, making us laugh.
'Well, I'm afraid that's all the healing I have time for.' the Fox said, standing up.
'You're leaving?' I asked, to which the Fox bowed his head, 'It has been a pleasure, My queen, I have been asked by Aslan himself to gather more troops.'
'You've seen Aslan?' 'What is he like?' Mr and Mrs Beaver asked excitedly.
'Like everything we've ever heard', he grinned proudly. 'He'll be a good help for fighting the White Witch.' the Fox said turning to us.
'We are not planning on fighting any witch', Susan protested.
'Surely, King Peter...' the Fox said hopefully.
'We just want our brother back.' Peter admitted, apologetically.
After a while the Fox left while we stay around the fire. As we sat there, Peter moved to sit closer to me. 'I know I haven't said it yet, but I'm really sorry about overreacting like that about Lucy and Mr Tumnus', Peter apologized.
'It's alright', I assured him, 'You couldn't have known.'
Peter smiled at me and moves his hand towards mine, but then hesitated for a moment. I reach my hand and take his, while moving to sit closer to him.
I look at the fire and then saw Mr and Mrs Beaver on the other side of it. I saw them look at me and Peter with kind of hopeful or even knowing smiles. Normally I would've said something, but I was so tired, I leaned to Peter and put my head on his shoulder before falling asleep.
