The Honest and The Brave // Narnia

Chapter 12

I shiver intensely as I run through the snow, trying to avoid slipping as this is an important task. Edmund couldn't have left much earlier than we noticed him missing, but with so much snow it's hard to catch up. Despite this, Andrew and Peter are both yelling at us all to hurry up - a task that is nearly impossible really. I can see the worry on Peter's face from where I stand, the fear creeping onto his features so evidently and prominent. It's obvious he blames himself, but Edmund is his own person that can make his own decisions - even if they are stupid and selfish. As the snow begins to thin and the hill evens out, I try to calm my heavy beating heart through deep breaths. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Lucy doing the same thing, her coat covered in crushed snow from where she fell - a few less times than me however. Still, I slowly make my way forward to gaze over the mountains edge only to gasp in shock. Looming over us is a giant ice castle with sharp turrets and a eerie blue glow. I involuntarily shiver at the sight, a wave of fear penetrating my body. Suddenly, my attention is captured by a lone figure entering the castles gates - the silhouette appearing tiny compared to the icy doors.

"EDMUND!"

I yell at the top of my voice, trying to get him to stop - trying to help him stay away from the White Witch. However I'm shushed by Mr Beaver, his eyes glaring at me with an intense gaze. I gulp at this, taking a small step backwards to avoid Mr Beavers wrath when suddenly Peter runs forward in attack mode. His face is hard and eyes appear dark, as though angry. I watch in fear, not knowing how this situation is going end - Andrew suddenly gripping onto Peter to prevent him from going further any more. The boys fight against one another as everyone else watches in anticipation, before Mr Beaver sighs.

"What are you doing?"

His question is left unanswered as Peter counties to struggle against my brother - grunts and groans escaping both of their lips.

"Let me go!"
"We can't get him, man."

I bite my lip at my brother immediate response - rolling my eyes at his poor choice of words. Whilst I understand that he is trying to protect his new best friend from sudden death, he would try and do the same thing for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Susan suddenly becoming rather annoyed - her glare burning through my brother.

"We can't just let him go!"

Gulping, I slowly take another step backwards as everyone faces are becoming a slightly darker tinge of red. Definitely best if I avoid this explosion. As I notice Lucy too taking a step away from the argument, Mr Beaver suddenly whips around from his position atop the hill with a beaver glare upon his face.

"He's the bait. The Witch wants all six of ya!"

My eyes widen slightly at this, unsure how to take this information. Lucy mutters a small 'why' amongst the grunts and groans from the boys, which somehow gets the two to calm down. In the small ounce of quite that overcomes our group, I hear Mr Beaver take a deep breath before rubbing his paw along his nose.

"To stop the prophecy from coming true. To kill ya!"

I let out a strangled noise of both surprise and fear, not expecting such a drastic outcome. Then again, if the prophecy is true, we are the only ones standing in the White Witch's way - of course she wants us dead. Suddenly, a scoff echoes out which catches my focus, my gaze drawn to Susan as she points an accusing finger in the direction of Peter.

"This is all your fault!"

I hear the eldest Pevensie scoff at this, no doubt highly offended and utterly confused. Out of the corner of my eye I see him slowly escape Andrews grasp, walking closer to Susan with a look of disbelief on his face.