"Rachel! Come on get up." Peter said shaking me awake.

I quickly morphed into myself; I put the hood back on top of my head.

"Come on . . . . we've got to move on." Mr. Beaver said.

I looked at the fire and saw it was out again. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver continued to talk more about the prophecy; sometimes they just repeated something they had already said.

"Did you know that it is said, that if the New Witch does not fall in love with one of the Sons of Adam, then she will turn evil and take the side of the White Witch?" Mr. Beaver asked.

"Yes! For the thousandth time!" I cried.

Susan came up beside me.

"Do you think perhaps he's giving you a hint?" She said smiling as she nodded in Peter's direction.

"Ugh! No way! There is no way I'm falling in love with that!" I said laughing nervously.

"With what?" Peter asked me as him and Lucy came up behind me.

"Oh . . . nothing . . . Nothing." I said quickly looking at Susan who just grinned.

We walked in silence until was came to a bridge made out of rocks. In the distance of standing on this bridge, we could see a frozen river. The Beavers stopped in front of us.

"Now, Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table, just across the frozen river." Mr. Beaver said.

"River?" Peter asked.

"The river's been frozen solid for a hundred years." Mrs. Beaver said.

"It's so far." He complained.

"It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?"

"Smaller." Susan said

We walked across the bridge and then down a large hill. We came to the very edge of the forest. For at least three miles away to where another forest was, there was nothing; just a huge bare area where we could quickly be discovered. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver went first of course, and then we stepped out into the open. We walked for a while, trying not to trip in the snow.

"Come on, humans! While we're still young." Mr. Beaver called out to us.

Peter came up behind me and let poor, tired Lucy onto his back.

"If he tells us to hurry one more time I'm gonna turn him into a hat!"

"Well if you plan on doing that . . . make sure its a big fluffy one." I said smiling.

I morphed into the hawk again.

"What are you doing?" Peter called out as I flew above his head.

I'm getting a view!> I answered.

I flew up higher and higher. Even though there were no thermals, considering in was getting warmer, but it still felt good. I flapped one of my wings to level myself off. I looked behind me and saw something coming towards Peter and Lucy. It was coming upon them fast and didn't realize it. I looked and saw the white sleigh . . .

I-It's her!> I screamed.

"Peter!" I tried to say but it only came out as a high-pitched screech. But Peter heard it and looked up. I folded back my wings and dived down towards Peter.

Peter! Run! She's coming!> I screamed.

Peter quickly Let Lucy off his shoulders and grabbed her hand.

"It's her! Run! Run!" Cried Mr. Beaver.

Head for the trees!> I cried.

I continued to fly above Peter's head. I looked behind me and saw the sleigh drawing nearer.

Peter! She's gaining!> I said.

Peter finally caught up with Susan, and the trees were coming up closer. From flapping my wings so hard and trying to keep up with Peter, my wings muscles began to get tired and the air was quickly leaving my lungs. I began to gasp for air. We came to the forest. I followed Peter, as the Beavers found a small cave. I landed in the snow and quickly turned into myself.

"Inside! Dive! Dive!" Mr. Beaver screamed at us.

I quickly got in after everyone else..

"Quick! Quick, quick, quick!" Mrs. Beaver said as well all got inside the cave.

Mrs. Beaver pushed me between Lucy and Peter. The sleigh and the jingling had stopped right above the cave, and then everything was silent. The sudden footsteps sounded as they got out of the sleigh and right on top of the cave. I gasped as some snow fell on my shoe. I tried to scoot further back into the cave, but it only sent me closer to Peter. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me from squirming. The footsteps walked towards the sleigh . . . and then all was quiet.

"Maybe she's gone." Lucy whispered.

"I suppose I'll go look . . ." Peter whispered as he got up.

On instinct, I grabbed his hand. He quickly turned and looked at me.

"No . . . you're worth nothing to Narnia dead." Mr. Beaver whispered.

"Well, neither are you, Beaver." Mrs. Beaver whispered back, as Peter sat back down beside me.

"Thanks, sweetheart." And with that, he crawled out of the cave and went to have a look.