I felt cold needles stabbing me every where and then I realized I was in the water. I heard a huge rumble and felt the current get stronger. The waterfall finally broke free.

Peter! Lucy! Susan! Where are you?> I screamed as I was getting swept farther down the river.

I heard someone cough and recognized it as Lucy. I swam towards the coughing and sputtering noises. I saw Lucy struggling in the water. I bit down on her clothing gently, and swam towards the bank. I climbed up onto the bank and dragged Lucy up with me, My throat was throbbing and my leg was crushed.

"What have you done!" I heard Susan scream, "Lucy! Lucy!"

"Rachel!" I heard Peter yell.

Lucy ran up the bank.

"Has anyone seen my coat?" Lucy asked

Peter turned around quickly and hugged Lucy as Susan smiled. I was loosing blood quickly. I hobbled up the bank, leaving a trail of blood behind.

"Where's Rachel?" Peter asked Lucy.

I collapsed in the cold snow, unable to walk any further.

"Rachel!" Peter said as He ran up to me.

"Oh my . . ." Susan began to say.

It's alright . . . . just let me morph.>

Slowly and painfully I morphed back into myself. I looked up at Peter. He only smiled, and then he helped me up. I had lost my fur coat when I morphed into the wolf, and I was freezing. Peter wrapped me inside his coat with him.

"I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore." Mrs. Beaver said.

We began walking towards Aslan's camp, and as we were, the trees began to bud. They were beautiful pink flowers.

"Are you warm enough?" Peter asked.

"I-I'm getting t-that w-way." I managed to get out through my chattering teeth.

We walked a bit further in silence. My jaw finally stopped chattering.

"If you don't mind my asking . . ." Peter began to say as we shared his coat, "What was Maugrim talking about when he said "you can't love him because of what happened last time". What . . . If you don't mind my asking . . . what happened last time?" Peter asked.

I took a deep sigh.

"I had fallen for a guy . . . very much like you. We had always hung out together. We were the best of friends. It was April last year, when he was admitted into the hospital and diagnosed with Lung cancer. He never told me until he was close to death . . ."

"Told you what?" Peter asked.

"Told me that he loved me . . . . when he told me . . . I didn't even have time to respond . . . . he died right after he told me." I said as tears ran down my face.

"Rachel . . . . I-I'm so sorry."

"You're the first person I've ever told that to . . ." I said quietly.

Peter lifted my chin up and wiped the tears away. He looked deep into my eyes. I had to look away for fear of blushing.

"Hey look . . ." Peter said pointing to the trees that were rapidly blooming and growing leaves.

"They're green." I said amazed.

"The snow and ice is finally fading."

"I suppose we don't need this." I said looking at Peter's fur coat.

"No . . . I guess not." He said as He took it off of both of us and hung it on a log that we passed by.

I suddenly felt dizzy.

"Rachel? Are you alright?" Peter asked.

Flash

The White Witch stood over the cliff of the river.

"Your Majesty." Said a voice.

The White Witch turned around.

"We found the traitor. He was rallying up your enemies near the Shuddering Woods." Said a wolf.

Suddenly Fox was thrown on the ground with a yelp.

"Ah . . . nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now."

She said.

"Forgive me, your Majesty." Fox said bowing.

"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery . . ."

"Not to seem rude, but I wasn't exactly talking to you." Fox said than glanced at Edmund.

The White Witch walked towards Fox and pointed her spear at him.

"Where are the humans heading?" She asked.

Fox said nothing. The Witch brought back her spear and was about to stab Fox with it, but Edmund jumped in the way.

"Wait! No! Don't. The beaver said something about the Stone Table and that Aslan had an Army there." Edmund said.

"An Army?" Asked the White Witch as she glanced at Fox.

Fox looked up at Ed and shook his head and sighed.

"Thank you, Edmund. I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty . . . . before he dies!" She said as she stabbed Fox . . . which Ed turned him into stone.

"No!"

Flash

"Do you think she's alright?" I heard Lucy say.

I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking at me.

"I-I just had a vision."

"What was it?" Peter asked.

"Edmund told the White Witch where Aslan's camp is and how he has an Army ready . . ."

"Oh no . . . "Replied Mrs. Beaver.

"Aslan's camp is just beyond those trees." Mr. Beaver said.

Peter helped me off the ground, and then we all followed Mr. Beaver out of the forest. There was a meadow and all across the meadow was hundreds of tents. As we headed towards the tents, a series of horns sounded. We finally walked into the camp; we began to draw a lot of attention. Peter and I walked along side each other, Susan and Lucy walked behind us. There were all sorts of animals: Centaurs, unicorns, griffons, horses, leopards, cheetahs, fauns, bears, gorillas and birds.

"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan whispered to us.

"Maybe they think you look funny." Lucy said laughing.

Peter and I glanced at each other and started laughing. The whole crowd of animals were following us. We finally came to the biggest tent sitting on a rock right in the middle of the camp. There was a centaur standing on the rock. We stopped in front of the tent as Peter drew out his sword.
"We have come to see Aslan."

The centaur looked at the tent. We also looked at the tent. The whole crowd behind us bowed, even the centaur. Suddenly a lion slowly and gracefully stepped out of the tent. We all bowed as well.

"Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam, Welcome, Rachel, the New Witch, Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve, and welcome to you, Beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fifth?" Aslan asked.

"That's why we're here, Sir. We need your help." Peter said putting his sword back up.

"We had a little trouble along the way." I said.

"He was captured by the White Witch . . ." Peter said standing up.

"Captured? How could this happen?" Aslan asked.

"He . . . betrayed them, your Majesty." Mr. Beaver said.

"Then he has betrayed us all!" Said the centaur.

"Peace Oreius." Aslan said, "I'm sure there's an explanation . . ."

"It's my fault really . . . . I was too hard on him." Peter said looking down at his feet.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"We all were." I said.

"He's our brother . . ." Lucy said.

"And my friend." I added quietly.

"I know . . . that just makes the betrayal all the worse. This may be harder than you think. But I will do all I can to bring him back."