Aslan roared. He could see the group from the hill. His patience dwindled. A new evil was arising. The evil one's forces were doubling. The fate of Narnia now rest in their hands.

"We're getting there." Phillip answered to Andrew's ten thousandth are we there yet. Peter sighed in relief. The thought of his little girl somewhere anguished every step further into Narnia. The hours seemed like years. He didn't look around. His eyes were fixed forward.

"We'll find her, Peter," Lucy said trying her best to comfort her older brother. He nodded casting his eyes downward. Lucy of course was worried about Peter and Emily. They had endured a lot. She remembered 11 years previous to Amelia's funereal. Peter wore the same blank expressionless face. Emily hadn't shown her face the whole service. Peter were that same blank look. All his emotions trapped beneath his expressionless gaze. Lucy had been there. She really didn't wish to remember the day.

Susan kept watching Peter. She hated seeing her brother like that. It broke her heart. He had always been strong. Susan thought of him as a hero. She cast her eyes downward. She rode up next to him and lay a comforting motherly hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be alright Peter." she said trying to give him hope, "Aslan will help."

Andrew saw a lion standing up on the hill. "Lions? Do they talk too."

"Of course they do," Lucy said speeding up towards Aslan. She had just enough room to skid to a stop.

"That was awesome Aunt Lucy," he said hopping off.

"Yes, but we can't forget who taught her that trick" Edmund said.

"You taught her that?" Andrew asked.

"Of course he did, do you know anyone else crazy enough." Peter said helping Susan down.

"Good, you're all here. I have terrible news, The forces of evil have doubled. The white witches siblings are taking over Narnia. I'm sure you know now that they took one of the heirs to the throne. The question is which one does she belong to?" Aslan said.

"Me sir." Peter said stepping forward.

"Follow me. The armies are assembled. We now need a strategy." Aslan said.

They followed him down to a wide variety of tents.

"You the gaping boy without a weapon." Aslan said.

Andrew snapped his attention towards the lion."Are you able to bear arms?" Aslan asked.

"I've shot a bow before.." he said.

"Good.Maybe your aunt could give you lessons." Aslan said.

"Peter come with me," Aslan said.Peter followed.

"How far are you willing to go to save her?" Aslan asked.

"I'd die for her.For any of them.They're the only thing I have left.I can't lose my Em," he said.He looked at the night sky.All the stars.

"Your sword is in your tent.As is our stradegy map." he said."The black witch plans to ambush us at dawn.We should be ready.Our battle should be at the rebuilt stone table.

"She wants me to come alone there.That's were she plans to murder my daughter." Peter said kicking at the ground angrily.

"Get some sleep.There is nothing we can do tonight." Aslan said.

Peter stormed back to the tent.Lucy and Susan were tidying up.They looked at Peter.He said nothing and sat down in a chair rubbing his eyes with his hands.Susan squatted down next to him so she could look up at him.Given time he would tell.

"Aslan says get a good sleep." Peter said dismissing them.Lucy hugged her brother and so did Susan.

"Good night Peter" Susan said looking back at him and exiting the tent.