A/N Thank you so much to all of you! You are all so flipping awesome I can't even begin to describe it! My show choir group got 3rd place in our last competition of the year, and we were all extremely excited and happy. Along with our 3rd place victory, one of our members also got an honor award for best male soloist of the night for his solo in our fourth song called Thinking 'Bout Somethin' by Hanson. When I get the chance, I'll try to find a video of it and post the link on my profile because it is such a cool song. I almost started crying because I was so happy... not that I'm emotional or anything... I do think we were more excited to have actually placed in the competition then the fact that we got 3rd but it has just been a great day for me.

Another interesting story if I may share with you guys before you read is that I got trapped in an elevator before we left for our competition... yeah...

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this next chapter even though it is really short! :)

Rapture

The forest was dark as a light wind blew through the bare trees. Winter was on its way, and here was no exception. The next wind that ran through the trees brought a new soul to the clearing in the heart of the forest. The light scent of flowers- lilacs to be specific- caused some of the other sleeping souls to raise. Auburn hair appeared, followed by emerald eyes and a slim body. Julia's normally leaf covered body was now replaced with cover from the bark of an oak tree. The rough, brown texture was embedded in the Dryad's body, leaving only a few select areas on the body exposed to the wind. Her long hair rested on her bare back and a mask of oak shielded half of her soft facial features. Her green eyes shown through the cold, brown bark.

"Been rolling about in the lilac bushes again?" A deep voice teased.

Julia whipped around to face the dragon, dark green leaves falling out of her hair.

"Now is not the time for jokes, Warrior!" The Dryad scolded, "And besides, I have always smelt as this." A golden figure appeared from the trees, his thick mane blowing in the wind.

"What have you heard, Julia?" The lion asked, padding over to his spot by a wolf.

The auburn Dryad stood up straiter as the other Elders arrived.

"No good news, I'm afraid." She said.

"Are you positive that no Shadows have followed you back?" Rasphorn asked as he landed in the clearing. Julia's green eyes flashed.

"Do not think of me as to be so foolish!" She snapped, "Of course I made certain that none of the Shadows tracked me back."

"Don't be so snappy." An elderly blonde witch made her way into the clearing, "We only wish to hear the news." A unicorn and vampire silently slipped into the camp.

"And you shall, Ghanaeh." Chaff said calmly, "Just as soon as Fledge arrives."

The Dryad looked down, her jaw clenching. Warrior looked down at Julia grief filling his eyes.

"No..." His deep voice rumbled, "Don't tell us that..." Anger filled the young Dryad's emerald eyes.

"While in the Shadow's territory, I got a chance to look in the camp." Julia said quietly, "They are holding him there."

"Any report?" Shane asked anxiously.

"They don't seem to be harming him." Julia said, "But it's obvious that they will use Fledge as bait."

"Should we attempt to warn them?" Chaff asked, ready to make his way through the mountain to reach the Secret Clan.

"The Shadows know that is the path we will choose." Ghanaeh said, "If this comes down to war, you know what will happen." The Elders looked to Aslan.

"Are you ready for what is to come, Aslan?" Adraid asked, "Are you ready to watch your last living child give up her life for her country?" Aslan was silent, as if thinking.

"There must be another way." Ghanaeh said desperately, "Must there be more souls that perish for this?"

"I don't want to loose my daughter anymore than you want to loose your granddaughter, Ghanaeh." Aslan said, "But she understands what she must do, and would die no other way for her country." Chaff shifted positions and laid on his side.

"From the connection I have with Flie as her mentor," Chaff said, "she is troubled with the final decision. However, there could be another way."

"How?" Aslan asked the question that was floating in many of the Elder's minds.

"The chance of it working would be like a moose growing wings and flying, but as long as the Shadows don't get in our way, we may have the slightest chance."

"Why is it that you cannot accept what is to come?" Rasphorn asked, "Why must you change everything? Maybe this event must happen in order for Narnia to move on."

"Many of you are too attached to things in this world." Shane agreed, "Is that not what caused Eldraid to turn?"

"How can you expect us not to be attached?" Chaff shot back, "Both Fledge and myself alike were born in this country. Feeling does not disappear after death."

"We have learned to let go of our past." Warrior said quietly, "Why can you not?"

"Because our past is our future." Aslan said, "And you all have never let go of your past, that is a fact." The clearing was silent, "Chaff." Aslan motioned for the wolf to speak again.

"We could send help from Aslan's Country." The Elders all spoke at once, voicing their opinions.

"Have you got bees' in your brain?"

"Let them rest in peace!"

"This is not of their concern!"

"I will not let the Shadows hurt Souls!"

"Let Aslan voice his opinion!" Chaff snarled, resulting in the clearing falling silent once more. All of the Elders turned to Aslan.

"What do you wish to happen, Aslan?"

Flie stared at the wall as the voices in her head continued to grow louder. They were all speaking at the same time it was hard to hear a single voice. She could tell it was a mix of the Shadows and Elders... some other voices as well.

She closed her eyes and swallowed, all Flie wanted to do was lay there in the bed. She wanted to close her mind to the world and loose herself in the dream realm, where she could see everything and everyone. If she convinced herself enough, she could see Sail there. But this was not the dream realm.

A cold drift blew through the walls, keeping the rooms at a low temperature at all times. The torches were no help to warm the room. Peter had left earlier that morning, believing that Flie was still asleep, but she had only slept an hour after they had fallen asleep.

Silently, she sat up and pulled the covers off. Placing her bare feet on the ground, she stood up and winced. Her cuts stretched and stung as her back straitened.

The door clicked open and Flie looked over to see Lucy entering the room. She shut the door and looked up at Flie with her sad brown eyes, and Flie stared back. They both stood in silence, waiting for one to speak.

Finally, Lucy rushed forward and pulled Flie into a hug. Flie fell to her knees when Lucy collapsed and began sobbing. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl and rested her head on Lucy's, tears forming in her own eyes. They both sat there, crying on each other's shoulders. Flie pulled Lucy closer and began to soothingly stroke the girl's hair.

"I know." She whispered, tears still falling from her eyes, "I know."

A/N I hope you guys liked it.

Also, just a fact... Ghanaeh is Sacara's mother, so she is Flie and Sail's Grandmother if that makes any sense to you guys.

R&R please because I know you are all awesome like that!

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