A/N I am sorry I have died for so long on this story! I know I said I'd get this chapter up before I left, and I was going to right after I got back, but now It's been forever! I've had this chapter done for forever, too, it just took me awhile to get it up! But you'll be happy to know that I've got the next chapter ready to go as well, so now you'll just have to bug me about getting it up on time. Well, I'm gonna stop babbling and let you read now.

Disclaimer: I'm so sorry! I own nothing but my characters!

Chapter 6: Last Disagreements

"If you wouldn't move, it wouldn't hurt as much!" Susan scolded me. I heard Ferrid laugh farther down the shore.

"Shut up!" I growled back at him. I stifled another cry as the slight movement of my arm shot more hot pain through it. Susan had done a great job of cleaning up my arm so we could see how bad it really was. It had been worse than I thought, but not as gut-wrenching as Ferrid had predicted, so we decided to call that one a tie.

Now, she was cleaning up the wound itself to keep it from getting infected. I could tell it was already starting to heal, but that didn't make the pain any less bearable.

I saw Peter smile slightly and shake his head from beside my brother. Lucy was over by me, and by her expression you'd think I was dying.

"Not you too!" I sighed at the other boy. I flinched as Susan began dabbing at my arm again.

"Are you sure...?" Lucy began. She stopped.

"I'm alright, Lu," I assured her, pulling my arm away from an agitated Susan. "See? It's already starting to heal."

"Are you going to let me clean it or not?" the older sister demanded. I turned back to her, smiling.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm not used to anyone making such a fuss over me."

"Are there any bandages anywhere around here?" Susan asked my brother.

"Of course," Ferrid answered. "Though my sister's used most of them." I shrugged, making him chuckle. "I'll go grab some from the medical tent." He stood up and disappeared through the trees where Aslan had first come with the centaurs.

The clearing was quiet after that. Peter was playing in the water a ways away from us three girls. Lucy was leaning against the tree, looking like she was deep in thought. Susan continued dabbing at my arm with the small square cloth that she'd conveniently had with her. I only flinched a couple of times, when she had to rub off some of the drying blood around my elbow.

"There, you should be good," Susan said finally, going to the stream to wash off her blood-stained cloth. The blue water turned to red when she put it in, eventually washing downstream and clearing up again.

Ferrid returned with the bandages.

"Thank you," I said to Susan.

"See, they're not so bad after all," Ferrid laughed. I stuck my tongue out at him. But, I knew he was right. I'd forgotten all about the prophecy until he'd brought it up. The humans weren't anything like I'd expected them to be. I liked them and I wanted to befriend them. Well, except for the last one.

Susan began bandaging up my arm, making sure I could still bend it, though it was a bit stiffer. I blew a few icy flakes from my finger, testing out my arm. The Pevensies watched me, amazed.

"How'd you do that?" Susan asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I've always been able to do it." I blew a few more flakes into the air and they caught the sunlight, sparkling in all the colors of the rainbow. I'd done this before, and it always amazed me. I'll admit that I was showing off a little for the humans, but they didn't complain.

"It's like magic!" Lucy cried excitedly. I stopped and turned to smile at her, the remaining flakes melting in the new warmth.

"It is magic," I told her. Ferrid shook his head at my amusement.

"Come on, it's getting late," he said. "We'd better get back to camp. Aslan's going to start wondering what kept us."

"With luck we'll have Ed back tomorrow, too," Peter added to his sisters. "The sooner we start tomorrow, the better."

I was temporarily blinded as I walked out into the new spring. I wasn't quite used to the new appearance my world had taken. Instead of the wonderful whiteness, everything was colorful. Somewhere inside I was happy that I wouldn't have to look at the same old color every day for the rest of my life, but it also meant the rest of my life was shortening by the day.

The camp was alive with noise. Everyone was anticipating a battle soon. The White Witch wouldn't wait too much longer. I sighed, trying to decide what to do first. There was still the matter of Morgrim to attend to, but I wasn't sure what to ask him first.

Then I saw them.

Aslan was up on his hill- the same one on which I'd approached him about Tumnus yesterday. The one that I loved for its view of Cair Paravel. And there the boy was- polluting my beautiful hill. Aslan was talking to him, and he was listening with his head down shamefully.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter emerge from his tent to the right of mine. He caught my glance, and I turned back to the hill. He followed my gaze to his brother and Aslan. Susan and Lucy followed closely out of their tent on Peter's other side. They stopped and looked to the hill where both of us were staring.

"Edmund!" Lucy shouted. She began to run towards her other brother. Peter put his arm out and caught her from going any further. Her smile faded.

The pair on the hill turned towards our group, hearing Lucy's cry. Edmund turned back to Aslan, who nodded slightly in return. The boy made his way past the great lion and down to his siblings. I shot Aslan a look, not trusting Edmund enough to let him roam free. But his stare told me that the boy was fine.

I sighed and turned away from Aslan to glare at him, watching his every move. The lion followed gracefully as the family was reunited.

"What's done is done," the golden ruler told them. "You don't need to speak to your brother about what has passed." With a last glance at me, he stalked off.

As soon as he was gone, Lucy ran up and hugged him, then Susan.

"I'm fine," the boy said. "Just a little tired."

"Get some sleep," Peter commanded, motioning towards his tent. Then he smiled. "And try not to wander off." Edmund laughed at this. It was an inside joke that I would probably never understand.

The younger boy headed for the tent, noticing me as he went. He stopped to look at me as I glared at him. He was the reason Tumnus was in the White Witch's hands. I growled and he made a hasty retreat into his tent.

I sighed. This was going to be a much longer day than I had first thought. I caught the confused looks of the humans. Not bothering to try and explain, as they would only try to convince me otherwise, I morphed into a wolf to go discover if my brother knew about this.

"So they're all together now, huh?" Ferrid pondered. "That should be a good thing, then. That means Narnia's future is safe."

"That's not a good thing, Ferrid!" I protested. "That means my days are numbered!

"Prophecies never say what they mean," Ferrid said calmly. "You don't see me worrying, do you? And I'm the person who's always most worried about you."

"But we don't know what the prophecy actually says," I pointed out. "We only know that it says something about the ice princess defeating the ice queen and dying shortly afterwards."

"The girl has a point."

My brother and I turned to look at the newcomer.

"Juliana!" I cried happily, running to embrace my aunt. "What are you doing here?"

Juliana was my mother's sister. They had also had another brother, but neither knew what had become of him. They'd lost track of him when their pack was separated by an attack from the White Witch's minions. I'd only seen her a couple times before, but we were really close, being she was about the only relative I had left.

She was about Ferrid's height and had syrup-colored hair that was now tied back in a long braid. The top of her dress was brown, then turned green at her waist and stopped at her ankles- her typical earthy attire.

"We heard that the war was coming soon," Juliana replied, now serious. "And while everyone else ran as far away as possible, of course, being your mother's sister, I wanted to join in. And we all agreed it was a good opportunity to come and see you."

For the last time, I finished for her. Juliana knew about the prophecy, too, just like everyone here. It had at least made my day knowing that I'd get to spend time with the last of my family before I was killed.

"Where are the others?" Ferrid asked.

"We set up a camp not far from here," Juliana said. "I figured Aslan was crowded enough with you two."

"Juno's not joining the war, is she?" I questioned. My cousin was much to young to even understand what was going on. "It'll just be you and Orion, right?"

"Of course," Juliana replied. "I can't believe you'd even think that I might have Juno be joining, too, Miko!"

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "Things have... changed recently. The Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve have come, and we captured Morgrim yesterday. Look, I think I'd better be going. I have a lot to do today."

"Miko wait!" Ferrid called after me. I morphed into a wolf and took off before they could begin to follow me. They wouldn't have a chance of catching me if I got far enough ahead, though my brother probably knew where I was going.

"Miko!"

I turned to see the source of the voice that had called my name. Lucy was running towards me, away from her brothers and sister, who had a picnic set out between their two tents.

"Hello, Lucy," I smiled, stopping.

"Would you like to join us for lunch?" the little girl asked. "And Ferrid can come, too, if he wants."

"I am a bit hungry. Sure I'll come join you," I agreed, "but Ferrid's a little busy at the moment." Lucy looked disappointed.

"Oh," she said. Then she brightened back up. "At least we still have you!"

I morphed back into a human and let Lucy take my hand and lead me back to her siblings. Edmund was shoving food down his throat like there was no tomorrow. He had nothing to worry about. I should have been the one doing that.

"They're not going to run out, you know," Lucy laughed, taking a seat to his right. I sat beside her, between the two girls, laughing with them. Peter was off a ways with a cup.

"Starving's not what you have to worry about," I grumbled.

"Who are you?" Edmund asked me.

"Chill, Ed," Lucy calmed him. "This is our new friend, Miko. She saved all three of us while you were gone, you know."

"What happened?" Edmund demanded.

"It's a long story," I growled.

"We can tell you about it back home," Peter said sullenly.

Everyone froze. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. How could they be leaving?

"We're going home?" Susan asked in shock.

"You're going home," Peter corrected. "I'm staying here." He wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Mom told me to keep you safe, but that doesn't mean I can't help."

He came down and sat across the blanket from me. We were all silent for a moment. Then I exploded.

"What?" I shouted at Peter, jumping to my feet. "How can you even think of leaving? Narnia needs you!"

"They need all four of us," Lucy added in. I turned to look at her.

"It's too dangerous," Peter said. He kept his eyes on his siblings. "Lucy, you almost drowned, and Edmund almost died."

"Too dangerous?" I burst. "I'm out here risking my butt every day and you can't even bother to stick around for a week?"

Peter looked up at me finally, hurt in his eyes. I almost flinched away from his gaze. He knew what I'd been through, and he didn't want that to happen to his family, too.

"But that's why we have to stay," Edmund said suddenly. We all turned to him. "I've seen what the White Witch can do and we can't leave these people to suffer." Susan stood up.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked. The older sister between them walked over to their stuff. She grabbed her bow and arrows.

"To get some practice," she smiled.

"My specialty," I agreed, turning to Peter. "Are you in?"

"Well then, I guess there's no stopping you," he sighed, grabbing his sword. "Let's get going.

I smiled at him. Glad that, for now at least, I had dodged that bullet.

I ran alongside Peter as he fought his brother on horseback, something neither had much practice with, I was sure. The former shouted out instructions as they went, and I added things that both of them could improve on. It put me in an unusually good mood, training.

"Edmund, Peter!" We all stopped, our heads turning to the source of the voice. One of the beavers that I had heard of arriving with the humans was running at us on all four paws.

"The White Witch is here," he cried, "and she's demanded a meeting with Aslan!"

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