"Wait, milady!" A panicked voice on the wind reached Lucy's ears. Lucy's face betrayed distress, worry, and sadness as she turned around to face the men that were with her. Her group paused in the snowy woods as they watched a single man stumble through the deep snow on the forest floor.

"Wait!" the man gasped out one more time before falling to the ground. Lucy and her men raced over to the man and retrieved him before the swiftly falling snow could bury him.

Lucy took his hand in her own as the man choked a few times trying to breathe in the bitter air. "What is it? What's happened?" Lucy asked soothingly.

"I am a messenger from your brother." the man heaved. "Do not attack the castle, milady. Susan is not there. The White Witch brought her to the battlefield."

Lucy gasped, "Is Susan alright?"

"For now, yes. But Peter is losing the battle." the messenger claimed with despair.

Lucy gazed down at her hands in despair. The men could feel a deep gloom settle silently over them all. The snow continued to quietly fall all around them. A tiny pinprick of sunlight escaped through the clouds and fell on the space right in front of Lucy. Lucy eye's fastened onto the speck of light and she leaned forward and scraped the snow off the patch of ground where the light touched. Underneath the snow was a patch of green grass that was frozen over, but as the ray of sunshine fell on it, it seemed to pulse with life. "No." Lucy spoke so quietly none of the others could hear her.

Lucy stood up and glanced around at her men. "We are going to help, Peter."

"But there are so few of us! " one of the soldiers exclaimed.

"That doesn't matter." Lucy spoke with a new-found strength. "We have Aslan on our side and we always will. We just have to have faith that he is here with us and he will be, I trust him."

"Do you trust him?" she questioned her men.

"Of course I do!" one of them immediately answered. "I do too!" "I'd never forget Aslan!" A chorus of voices all shouting at Lucy from different directions. Lucy's heart swelled with hope. The snow seemed to have stopped thanks to their joyous clamor. They set out to save Narnia.

As Lucy survey the battlefield before her, she instinctively knew this was a battle her brother had little chance of winning. And yet her kind, older brother had always worked so hard to protect his sisters. She finally came to the decision that her rightful place was by her brother's side. Instead of allowing him to send her away to safety, she would help him in any way she could. He needed all the help he could get to rescue Susan. "I won't lose Peter and Susan like what happened to Edmund." Lucy vowed to herself.

Peter caught a glimpse of his sister Susan through the chaos, but his vision was cut off by the arrival of the White Witch. They circled each other, focusing their minds and bodies only upon each other, while a war raged around them. "You will pay for what you've done to my sister." Peter spoke with venom.

"Done what? Given her freedom? Given her power?" the witch mocked him. "I gave her everything she asked for. Unlike you."

"I have always given her whatever she asks for!" Peter exclaimed. "And I have always been there for her and protected her from influences which would harm her!"

"Not this time, little king." Jadis struck without warning like a serpent.

Peter brought his sword up just in time to parry her blow. She hissed and began rapid jabs at his face. Their bodies swirled through the practiced motions, the dance of death, until finally, Jadis broke through Peter's defense. Her sword plunged straight through his chest and Lucy screamed.

"Peter!" Lucy tried to reach him, but she doubted even if she emptied her cordial upon him that she would be able to heal such a grievous injury. The Witch turned to smirk with triumph at Lucy and stalked towards her, "You're next, my dear."

Lucy did not even hear her, she had eyes only for her brother who was laying in a blood of his own blood on the ground. The Witch raised her sword to finally finish this war that Aslan had started.

Lucy looked up at her impending death and then gasped in surprise.

The witch paused and looked down at her own body. Sticking out of her chest was the blade of a sword and not just any sword. "Susan..." the witch coughed. Susan withdrew the blade fiercely from the witch's back and then Jadis collapsed into her arms. Lucy, seeing all was clear, ran to Peter's body.

"Susan...how dare you stab me..." Jadis managed to chastise her with her failing life as she lay helpless in Susan's arms.

"You killed Peter. I had to."

"You're a fool. I freed you and this is the thanks I get."

"...I'm sorry." Susan pressed her lips to Jadis one last time.