AN: Hey Guys, I'm back hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry that Edmund hasn't woken up yet, but since I'm having trouble writing that scene and you guys want a chapter- here you go.

Hope you like it

Disclaimer: I own nothing... I'm so poor... I don't own Narnia, or Leo, and even if I sold dusty I don't think it would get me enough to buy my family Christmas presents

On with the show!

In Which an Escape is made.

To be fair, the kid had almost frozen to death, but why wouldn't he wake up already. It had been hours, and Leo's ADHD was going absolutely nuts. Like, genuinely he'd taken to sending bursts of fire at the wall, melting in words. He'd started off with testing his accuracy by melting blueprints into the wall- and then realized he didn't want the witch to have access to blueprints modelling how to build sentient furniture- she was scary enough without an army of ice chairs following her around.

So then with the words. Well, more insults to be honest. Not really G-rated ones either. At this point the wall was covered with words that would probably make a sailor blush, hey; he was a teenager that had lived on the streets; the language he knew wasn't the worst of his issues at the moment.

The witch obviously wasn't as stupid as she seemed, there were guards at the end of the corridor of cells, who would probably notice his disappearance from the cell. At least, he thought they were guards, they were wolves: but judging by the way they calmly patrolled the corridor every half hour or so, they were guards. So, he didn't think the other cells had prisoners in. His was the only cell that the wolves would stop and snarl at- an intimidation tactic that didn't really work against a half-blood. Once he'd seen Lycaon and his pack, normal wolves, no matter how intelligent, weren't that scary. Leo's cell was almost at the end of the corridor, the cell opposite his used to have someone in as far as he could tell. There was a bit of wall that had melted in there- like something warm blooded had been leaning against it-but there was no-one there anymore.

Leo supposed that the witch didn't need to keep prisoners when she was 'queen' it spread more fear to turn enemies to stone on the spot, leave them scattered around the woods as a warning not to cross the queen. Clever; in a really cruel way. But, since the problem at hand was how to escape from the cell, and the witch, with the boy; the lack of other prisoners was good, since it meant he wasn't obliged to try and get them out too.

He had about half an hour to melt the wall, get out without notice, and run, with the boy, before the wolves noticed and gave chase- provided of course that the outside patrol, which he was sure there was, didn't notice them, in which case they'd be trying to outrun a pack of wolves on foot- which, even for a half-blood, was dam near impossible. It was definitely impossible while dragging along a half frozen twelve year old mortal.

So... Plan. Well, leave while the boy was still unconscious, carry him via piggyback- he wasn't really that heavy, and was rather small for a twelve year old; and hope he doesn't wake up till he found somewhere safe. But Leo didn't know Narnia that well, the only safe place he was sure of, safe from the witch at least- was Aslan, and wherever he was. Dusty, when pressed had said Aslan was at the stone table, but Leo had no idea where that was.

Where to go immediately after breakout then? He didn't even know where he was! Well, he knew he was in the witches' dungeons, but he had no idea where the castle was in relation to where he had been, or to the stone table. He could ask the wolves- they might even tell him...But then they'd know where he was headed.

Although, to be honest they probably would think that was the first place he'd go. Alright then- nothing to lose. "Hey guard, which direction in the stone table from here? Like how far will I have to run when I break out?"

There came a hacking sound from the other side of the door. Leo thought the wolf was laughing, could have been choking, but he was fine with that too. "Get out? Boy no-one has escaped these dungeons in one hundred years, there's no way you could. But I'll humour you. You'd run south, down the great frozen river, until you got to the waterfall, then you'd run east till the dancing lawn. Not that much dancing happens there now" The wolf paused to snicker at that- Leo guessed not many people would feel like dancing for joy with Miss Resident Evil in charge. "The stone table can be clearly seen from there- not that you would ever reach it boy. Even if her majesty is out at the minute, we'd reach you before you got to the river."

Leo grinned, and reached into his tool belt, he probably had enough metal to make them. He could fix them to his shoes, probably. If he was piggybacking the kid, he'd have to not fall over. But for someone from Texas, Leo was actually pretty good at ice-skating. The whole river was frozen over hey. Well, he had skated so fast in one of the rinks in Texas that the guard had asked him to leave the professional group, because one of the other skaters was afraid he'd break the sound barrier. For a fire user, he was great and travelling on ice.

Leo finished molding the skates, and slipped of his shoes, he'd have to go bare foot to the river. His feet would be frozen by the time he got there. He was going to tie the boy to him, and hope they got to safety before the kid woke up. He had to go now; because the witch was out, as the wolf had said, so there would be no massive drifts of snow dumped on him and the boy.

Leo sat up, tied the boy to his back with some of the cables found in his tool belt, making sure they were firmly attached to each other. The last thing he needed was the kid falling off halfway down the river. Leo waited till the guard passed by his cell again, and then turned to the wall behind him. He set fire to his hands, only up to the elbow; he didn't want to burn the kid on his back. The wall wasn't actually all ice; there was some stone in the middle it was just coated with ice either side.

The wall was quite easily burnt through, even the stone, super cooled from a hundred years of sub zero temperatures crumbled when he heated it, and the process was actually a lot quieter than he was expecting. They were out the castle and looking down at the great river before ten minutes had passed.

Leo legged it. Sure he looked like some form of retarded turtle, but that wasn't the point, there was nobody watching after all, not like people didn't have anything better to do than laugh at his life. The whole point was that no-one saw the escape, so who cared if it wasn't big on dignity. Leo was never big on dignity anyway. Leo was almost at the river when he looked behind. There were a bunch of wolves just setting out from the castle. They weren't running very fast. They probably didn't think they needed to.

Then Leo was right by the river, and leaning against a stone to slip his shoes, or temporary ice-skates back on. There was a howl from behind him, and the whole pack broke into a sprint. Well, apparently they did know what ice-skates were, but they were too far away to do anything about it.

Leo slid onto the ice. For a moment the weight on his back threw him, and he almost slipped over backwards... He regained his balance and lent forward, right then. Left, right, arms' swinging; the river was almost completely flat, the wind in his face meant he could barely breathe, but the feeling was wonderful. He had missed this! Not much time to ice-skate when you're saving the world, in Greece. Leo looked behind him, at the witches' castle, which looked like a dolls house at this distance, the wolves' mere specks. He grinned and laughed manically, speeding up again. This was great!