There, in front of me, was a large frozen waterfall

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There, in front of us, was a large frozen waterfall. At The bottom, the ice was breaking off, and the water's strong current was briefly taking pieces of the ice down the river with it.

I looked at Peter, and he seemed to be just as scared as I was. Susan, Lucy and the beavers ran to the waterfall a short time after us and all gasped at the scene before them.

"Peter?"

"We need to climb down and cross, Now!"

"Wait, can't we just be realistic for a minute?" Susan yelled.

"No, you're just trying to be smart," Peter said starting to climb down the hill, "As usual."

I looked over at Susan and gave her a sympathetic look.

"Hurry, everyone, climb down, we need to cross before the ice is gone," Peter yelled, climbing down the rocks on the side of the waterfall. I started to climb behind him, watching my step so I wouldn't fall.

Once I made it to the bottom, Peter and I helped Susan and the Beavers down from the slippery rocks. Lucy seemed to be having a hard time getting down.

"Here, Lucy, give me your hand," I said getting closer to her. She put her hand into mine, "Now let go."

She let go and all her weight came falling onto me. I staggered a bit once I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back. I helped her to the ground; she smiled at me and went to her older sister.

"Thanks." I turned around and Peter was behind me.

"For what?" I asked bitterly.

"Helping Lucy, thanks."

"Oh, um, you're welcome…" I walked past him giving him a weird look. That was when I heard barking.

"Come on." Peter yelled talking a slow first step on the ice.

"Are those the…?" I couldn't even finish my sentence, fear was eating up my insides and I started to feel light headed.

"Emily!" Peter yelled grabbing my arm, "Hurry"

I took my first step onto the ice and it immediately gave away. I screamed leaped forward.

"If mum only knew what we were doing," Susan said panicking.

"Well you know what Susan? Mums not here!" Peter said holding onto Lucy while they continued to carefully cross the river. I looked at Peter and shook my head. He was really starting to get under my skin. I heard movement above the waterfall and jerked my head up.

"Oh no!" Lucy yelled.

"Run!" Peter said grabbing onto Lucy's hand as we all started to pick up our pace. Just as we were about to make it to the other end of the waterfall a wolf jumped in front of our path.

Everyone came to a halt. I turned around to run back but noticed two wolves in back of us. I felt Peter push Lucy into me, which caused me to push against Susan. I looked down when I felt Lucy grab onto me for balance. Her face was filled with fright as was everyone else's.

"No!" I heard Mrs. Beaver stress. I looked up and saw that one of the wolves had pounced onto Mr. Beaver and had him now pinned to the ice.

"Peter!" Lucy yelled, "Do something!"

Peter took out his new sword and put it in front of him. The other wolf noticed that and started to walk towards us.

"Put that down boy," The wolf's voice was harsh and deep, "You don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Don't worry about me!" The beaver said still struggling from the wolf's deep bite, "Narnia needs you, kill him!"

Peter's body become stiff as the wolf started to advance closer to us all.

"Peter," I said. He looked over at me frightened. "Kill him."

"Come on," The wolf said still walking closer to us." This isn't your war, all my queen wants is for you to take you family and GO."

Peter has his arms extended out still debating on weather to kill the wolf or not.
"Peter! Just because a man in a red suit gives you a sword doesn't mean you're a hero! Just drop it" Susan yelled.

We could all hear Mr. Beaver struggling to get out of the other wolfs grasp, but he was still telling Peter to kill the wolf.

I looked around and noticed the ice around us was breaking apart faster then it was before. I looked up at the waterfall and noticed that now there were parts where water was being forced out of the ice, as if pipes were starting to burst.

I hit Peter on the shoulder, probably harder then I attended to. He looked at me in the corner of his eyes and then up at the waterfall. He put his sword down and started to look around figuring out what to do. I glanced over at Susan who was holding my arm.

"Hold onto me!" Peter yelled stabbing his sword into the ice. Like his siblings I grabbed onto his fur coat. I closed my eyes scared of what was coming next. I could hear the ice breaking and seconds later I could feel the ice beneath us starting to move and crack.

Before I could even open my eyes to see what was going on, I felt the ice beneath us move upwards and then water came over my head. I held my breath as the cold water surrounded me. I opened my eyes to see water everywhere, the cold water stung my eyes and I shut them quickly. I tightened my grasp on Peter's coat making sure I didn't slip away with the current. I could feel the piece of ice we were on start to resurface; once it did I took a huge gulp of air.

I opened my eyes and looked around. The river was now flowing and we were being forced down its fast current. The beavers swam over to the piece of ice and helped us get back to shore. Once we made it to the shore, Susan climbed off of the ice first and I followed behind her. I walked to a tree and leaned against it, partly tired, and partly because I was still shaking with fear.

"What have you done!?' Susan exclaimed. I looked over at the two siblings. Peter was holding Lucy's fur jacket, but Lucy was no where to be seen. Peter looked frightened and panicked that his little sister was now gone.

"Lucy?" Susan yelled panicking. I stood up straight and walked over to the two of them looking around the area.

"Lucy!" I yelled, trying to help them find their younger sister

"Have any of you seen my coat?"

We all looked to our left and saw Lucy walking up the bank of the river. Both of the older Pevensies started to smile is relief; even I couldn't help but sneak a smile.

"Don't worry dear, your brother has you well looked after." Mr. Beaver said while Peter helped put the fur coat back onto Lucy.

"I don't think you'll be needing your coats anymore." Mr. Beaver said.

I looked at her and then noticed that beautiful cherry blossom trees were starting to bloom, although the most amazing thing about the flowers was just how fast they were blooming.

"Well, come on children, you'd be amazed of how close we are to Aslan."

Both Mr. and Mrs. Beaver started to waddle in front of us. Susan looked at me and smiled.

After about an hour of walking the snow started to melt completely. I was actually amazed on how hot it really was. Finally all of us took off our heavy fur coats and laid them on a huge tree trunk. The journey was long but enjoyable, though everyone kept to themselves while we all examined the beautiful nature of Narnia.

I remembered when I was a small girl I would always pretend to be in a magical land with moving tree's and small elves that would cook the most delicious food, and there would be no sadness or anger. Narnia was just like the place I imagined, it had talking trees, talking animals, and I wouldn't be surprised if I caught a glimpse of an elf. But I knew there was still sadness and anger consumed in the land. I myself felt those two emotions.

After a while we started to walk into a clearing and the woods were now behind us. The grass was longer and greener here and I could hear music in the background.

"What do you think that might be?" I asked Susan, a bit intimidated.

"I don't know," She responded, but by the look of her face I could tell that she had just noticed the sound, "But, It's can't be bad, if it were, the beavers wouldn't be leading us towards it."

I nodded my head. She did have a point. But then my mind started going into deeper thoughts. What if the Beavers are leading us to danger? What if they are on the White Witches side? But that can't be, if they were those wolves wouldn't have bit Mr. Beaver. But what if it's a trap?

"Susan?" She looked over to me again, "What if the Beavers are…you know, on the bad side."

I made sure to whisper that last part of that, to make sure they didn't hear me.

She took my words into consideration and didn't respond for a while.

"Emily," She paused still thinking of what to say, "They can't be… I mean."

She kept pausing; I think that it hit her that it could be a possibility.

"See," I whispered. She remained silent for a while.

"All we can do now is hope they aren't." She finally said.

I nodded my head.

"Hope they aren't what?"

We both looked up to see that Peter had joined us.

"Nothing." Susan whispered annoyed. I looked back down at the ground and rolled my eyes.

"Girls," He muttered to himself.