Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a while but I've still been frantically studying and such... so this is what I came up with in my spare time. Please enjoy :)

"Edmund we have to go back! I didn't see them come out!" I ordered as I stumbled along behind him feeling useless.

"I'm getting you out of here. Peter will be fine, he always is." Edmund answered as we headed back to our entrance.

"Edmund but what about my brother? What about Susan? What if they are still in there trapped under that boulder or the ice or-"

"Isla be quiet for a moment," Edmund said as he flattened me against one of the walls and footsteps slightly approached us. Edmund held his breath and I did also so that the mist it created wouldn't be seen. The footsteps came closer and closer to us and Edmund slowly and soundlessly pulled out his sword and I felt around for my dagger. He kept himself between me and the wall as he had one arm wrapped around my waist to pull me down if necessary.

"Well, well, well," a rough voice repeated and I stared at a small dwarf with a long scraggly brown beard, "What do we have here?" he asked menacingly as he grabbed the battle axe that hung from his back. Edmund brought the sword out protectively in front of us as the dwarf advanced. He leapt in the air and Edmund and I prepared for him to strike. Luckily for us though a blur appeared and suddenly the dwarf was on the floor with a sword sticking out of his stomach.

"Roland!" I heard Edmund gasp as he raced over to the satyr who had the dwarf's battle axe's blade embedded in one of his thighs. I heard another pair of footsteps coming down the hall and I turned to see Peter coming and I sighed, relieved that nothing had happened to him. Edmund had run to the side of the ailing Roland and Peter went over and knelt next to him.

"Go your highness, I can hear the White Witch coming," were the words that the satyr's lips formed before he fell into eternal slumber.

"Let's go, there is no means possible to carry his body," Peter said as he took the gold medal from the satyr's stiff neck.

In the distance I could hear the sound of howling wolves and a sled being driven closer to the palace as Edmund, Peter and I made our way frantically to the hole in the wall. When we made we all piled through and came face to face with the White Witch herself and a pack of hungry looking wolves.

Harry's part now! (sorry its short, next time I update it'll be more of him):

He crouched low as he hovered protectively over the unconscious body of Susan. He didn't know how the boulder had missed him completely when it had been clearly falling his way but for the first time in his life he prayed. He pulled Susan up and swung her over his broad shoulders as he tried to maneuver both of them out of the chamber.

"It's okay Susan, it's okay," he murmured even though he had no idea why he was talking to her or why he was even bothering to carry her out. She stirred slightly and he froze, preparing to let her down.

"Harry," she muttered softly but he still heard it and his heart raced slightly. He shook his head, denying what he had just heard, and carried on trying to find a path.

I should try to find the Queen now, maybe she can get both my sister and I out of here; out of this strange and unbelievable land. Either that or I smoked way to much weed today. Harry thought as he finally found his exit and slowly climbed through the door and carried Susan bridal style over the threshold.

There you go :) I'll try to update ASAP so please leave a review as I know that many, many, many people are reading this :) PLEASE REVIEW! I'M BEGGING YOU!