I sniffled and felt a tear rolling down my cheeks for being wrongly accused, twice in one day. I quickly turned into my hawk form and flew up to the hole that Ed made with the ball, on his own, and flew through it. I flew down the halls and stopped in front of the wardrobe's room. I landed on the ground (accidentally clawing the floor) and quickly turned back into myself. I opened the door as tears ran down my face. I ran to the wardrobe and threw it open and crawled inside and shut the door behind me. I pushed aside the coats and then stumbled out of the wardrobe into Narnia. I found a large tree that had branches that hung low to the ground. I crawled underneath it and began to cry. I pulled my knees into my chest and then wrapped me arms around them. I sobbed, "why would Peter say something like that to me?" Then I remember something my mother always told me . . . "We're Wican . . . when people find out . . . they change. People don't know how to handle witches, so they make up an excuse not to like you."
"Oh, it's hopeless . . . Peter will believe Ed over me any day." I said to myself.
I'm not sure how long I sat there in fetal position . . . but I bet it was a while. I herd some voices coming from the direction of the wardrobe. I knew it was them. I pressed myself as flat against the tree as I could. I saw Peter and Susan trip over a pine root, and fall into the snow. They looked around in awe.
"Impossible." Susan said amazed.
Peter stood up, walked into the open area, and looked around.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's just your imagination." Lucy said bluntly.
"I-I don't suppose saying we're sorry wouldn't quite cover it?" Peter asked.
"No . . . at least not to me. You owe an apology to Rachel."
"Oh, no . . ." Peter said looking at Susan.
"She's here . . . somewhere. There were claw marks outside the door of the room . . ." Susan began to say.
"Look! The bare spots! Rachel is fire . . . when she was here with me . . . she caused the snow to melt wherever she stepped." Lucy said to Peter.
Peter looked around at the bare spots and then he began to follow them. Finally, he began following the ones that led straight towards the tree I was under.
"Oh no."
Peter was about four steps away from me. He parted the tree's branched and saw me sitting there. He automatically knew I had been crying. He helped me out from underneath the tree.
"Oh Rachel . . . I-I am so sorry. I didn't know . . . I . . ."
"You didn't believe me . . . and Lucy." I said quietly.
"I'm sorry."
He brought me into his chest and hugged me tightly.
"Rachel I'm sorry . . . can you ever forgive me?"
He quit hugging me and looked into me eyes. I began blushing, remembering what Mr. Tumnus had said about the prophecy. I glanced at Lucy.
Lucy . . . if you can hear me . . . can you do something about Peter?" I thought to her.