As we were walking through the snow, we came across a river, it had a small frozen waterfall and only a small part of the river was still frozen. The rest of the water was already running again.
'Wait', Susan stopped us, 'maybe we should think about this for a minute.'
'We don't have a minute', Peter said as we hurried down the hill to cross the still frozen part of the river.
'I'm just trying to be realistic', she argued.
'No, you're trying to be smart', Peter shot back, 'as usual.'
We reached the water, large pieces of ice were already starting to break off. 'Wait, maybe I should go first.' Beaver offered.
'Maybe you should', Peter looked at him nervously. Mr. Beaver slowly started walking over the ice, occasionally slamming his flat tail down onto the surface.
'You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?' Mrs Beaver joked, trying to relieve the tension.
'Well, you never know which meal is gonna be your last, dear,' Beaver answered, 'Especially with your cooking', he muttered.
He motioned for us to follow him. Peter walked onto the ice first, he reached out his hand for me to take; I did, he helped me stay balanced.
'If mom knew what we were doing...' Susan started.
'Mum's not here!' Peter interrupted his sister.
I heard growling and barking and looked up to see the White Witch's wolves on top of the frozen waterfall, 'Oh No!'
Everyone looked up, 'Run!' Peter yelled as he held my hand tighter, pulling me forward. But the wolves leap in front of us, growling and sneering...
Peter let go of my hand and pulled out his sword, pointing it at Maugrim, the wolves' leader.
'Put that down, boy', Maugrim laughed, 'Someone could get hurt.'
At the same time, one of the wolves grabbed Beaver and pinned down. 'Don't worry about me!' Beaver screamed, 'Run him through!'
'Leave now, while you can, and your brother leaves with you.' Maugrim bargained.
'Stop Peter. Maybe we should listen to him!' Susan opted.
'Smart girl!' Maugrim laughed.
'Don't listen to him.' Beaver cried, 'Kill him. Kill him now.'
'Ow come on', Maugrim growled slightly annoyed, 'This isn't your war. All my queen wants is for you to take your family and go.'
'Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero.' Susan screamed, 'Just drop it!'
'No Peter! Narnia needs ya!' Beaver begged, 'Cut him while you still have a chance!'
'What's it gonna be, Son of Adam?' Maugrim threatened, 'I won't wait forever, and neither will the river.' The wolves kept creeping closer, a sudden loud crack caught my attention.
The Waterfall!
'Peter!' I yelled, Peter turned towards the waterfall, where one large piece broke off as water started to break through.
'Hold on to me!' Peter instructed. I wrapped my arms around Peters torso and so did Susan as Lucy held on tightly to Susan. He stabbed his sword into the ice, behind us I can hear the ice breaking, a powerful wave catches the piece of ice we are on and we float away as the wolves get caught under the wave.
We travel along with the stream of the river, I feel myself slip from the piece of ice, Peter tried to hold onto me but grabs the coat instead. I fall into the water, silently thanking god that the stream was calmer here as I climb onto the shore about 30 feet from the rest. I threw my arms around myself and tried getting a little warmer. As I keep walking I see everyone looking around before they all call my name. 'Has anyone seen my coat?' I respond to their calls. They all look at me, and I see Peter smile a little sheepishly at me as he steps forward to wrap the coat back around my shoulder. 'Don't you worry, dear', Beaver joked, 'Your boyfriend has got you well looked after.'
I blush at his comment and, I think, so does Peter. Everyone laughs and we all embrace each other in a group hug. 'oh!' Mrs Beaver exclaimed, 'I don't you'll be needing those coats anymore.'
As we walk through the woods and smile to see spring coming about and flowers budding as we leave our coats behind and head towards Aslan's camp.
We finally arrive at a plain of grass near some hills that has multiple tents all over the grass field. We walk into camp and see all types of species; centaurs, tigers, eagles ets. And they all seem to be looking at us curiously. Well, they are looking at me and Peter, it happens so often these last few days that I almost don't notice it anymore when we hold hands, it had turned into one of those things you do on impulse, not that I was complaining though.
'Why are they all staring at us?' I ask at no one imparticular.
'Maybe they think you two look funny.' Lucy joked, causing Peter to smile.
'Oh stop your fussing.' Beaver told his wife laying a hand on her shoulder: 'You look lovely.'
We arrived at a small hill in the middle of camp where just one tent stood upon. Peter let go of my hand and pulled out his sword as a greeting to a centaur who seemed to stand guard. 'We have come to see Aslan.' he proclaimed somewhat uncertain.
Everyone kneels as there is movement seen at the opening of the tent. A grand lion walked out, there was no doubt that that was Aslan himself. We too kneel before him.
'Welcome Peter, Son of Adam', Aslan greeted, 'Welcome Alexa, Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. And welcome to you Beavers. You have my thanks, but where is fifth?'
'That's why we are here, sir', Peter said, putting away his sword as we all got up, 'we need your help.'
'We had a little trouble trouble along the way', I add.
'He has been captured by the White Witch.' Peter continued.
Surprised gasps and screams erupt from the crowd.
'Captured?' Aslan questioned, 'How could this happen?'
'He betrayed them, your Majesty', Beaver replied.
'Then he has betrayed us all!' the centaur said aggressively.
'Piece, Oreius', Aslan told the guard. 'I'm sure there is an explanation.'
'It's my fault really', Peter admitted sadly, 'I was too hard on him.'
I see him hang his head a little so I reach for his hand and squeeze slightly, at this I can see him smile slightly.
'We all were', Susan added.
'Sir, he is our brother', Lucy begged quietly.
'I know, dear one', Aslan told Lucy with a soft gaze, 'and that makes the betrayal all the worse.' He turned to Peter now as he states that 'This may be harder than you think.'
