I want to thank all of those who favorite-ed my first story or alert-ed it. It means so much to me and it makes me want to upload faster. Just to let you know, I am currently writing a new story on Word Document. It is a Harry Potter fic and I'm thinking about uploading it when I'm finished with the whole thing. Now…on to the story:

Chapter 10: White Witch's Castle

"Hurry," I shouted over my shoulder. Peter, Susan, Lucy, and Beaver were close behind me. He was going to her. I knew Ed would do something like this! I finally came to a steep ledge overlooking the Witch's castle. I gaped at it. Ed's going in there? Is he crazy!

"Edmund," Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs. Beaver shushed her. Peter suddenly ran forward.

"No!" Beaver threw himself at my friend.

"Get off me," Peter shook his arm.

Beaver went into hysterics, "You're playing into her hands! He's the BAIT! The Witch wants all four o' ya!"

"Why," I asked crossly.

"To stop the prophecy from comin' true. To kill ya!"

If I wasn't already pale enough, I think my face drained all color. I choked back a sob. She wanted them dead…

"This is all your fault," Susan told Peter. I spun around.

"My fault," Susan went on about none of this should have happened. "Oh, so you knew what would happen?"

"No…which is why we should have left when we still could," Susan spat back. I put my hands over my ears. Too much shouting! I grinded my teeth together.

"STOP IT," Lucy and I shouted simultaneously. Her siblings stared at her, ignoring me. What? Am I suddenly invisible?

"This isn't going to help Edmund," the youngest girl told her family.

Beaver looked at me and then the siblings, "She's right. Only Aslan can save your brother now."

Peter looked at our furry friend, "Then take us to him."

For a second longer, we stayed silent. Then Beaver turned and led us back to the dam. Only, my feet stayed planted to the ground. I realized now, that all of this, this was real. People would get hurt…die even. The Pevensies' were truly the one and only hope for Narnia. I'm just here for the ride. I'm not really wanted here. I heard footsteps behind me, Peter grabbed my hand. With his other, he wiped a tear from my face. I hadn't realized I was crying.

"Come on," he murmured softly. "We need to get out of the cold." I silently obeyed, walking with him to catch up with the others.