The whole crowd began to yell things like "You don't belong here!" and "Go away, Witch!". The awful voice rang out again, and come to find out it was from a dwarf.

"Empress of the Lone Islands!"

The White Witch was sitting on a chair that was being carried by four Cyclops. She had a cold, careless look upon her face. She stepped out of the chairs and walked towards Aslan. I carefully put my hand on the handle of my sword. As she passed us, she glared at me then Ed.

"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan." She said as the crowd murmured.

"His offense was not against you." Aslan growled.

"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?"

"Do Not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written." He roared.

"Then you'll remember well that every traitor belongs to me. His blood is my property."

I pulled out my sword as while it flamed. I pointed it at her. Peter did the same

"Try and take him then!" He challenged.

"Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right . . . little King? And you "New Witch" as they call you. You should know better than to marry someone as him." Peter lowered his eyes to the ground along with his sword. I kept mine still, my eyes never left hers." Aslan knows that unless I have blood as the law demands . . . al of Narnia will be overturned!" She yelled to the crowd, "And perish in fire and water . . . of course the fire will be in help of the New Witch." She said as she glanced at me, "That boy will die on the Stone Table!" She said pointing to Ed, "As is tradition . . . you dare refuse me?" She asked Aslan.

"Enough!" Aslan growled, "I shall talk with you alone."

Aslan walked into the tent as the White Witch followed in after him. I put my sword back in its sheath. I walked over to Edmund and hugged him.

"It's going to be alright." I said quietly.

We finally waited so long we had to sit on the grass. I sat between Edmund and Peter trying to comfort them both.

"Aslan will take care of it." I said quietly.

Suddenly something white caught my attention. I stood up as soon as I saw it was the White Witch. I put my hand on the handle of my sword. She came down from the rock. She looked at Edmund, and then she glared at me. Then, she turned away and walked to her chair. Aslan stepped out of the tent.

"She has pronounced her claim on the Son of Adam's blood."

The White Witch was about to sit in her chair, but then she turned around to face Aslan.

"How do I know your promise will be kept?"

Suddenly Aslan roared furiously. It was so loud that it rumbled the ground and echoed through the sky. The White Witch quickly sat down. Her Cyclops picked her up and carried her away followed by her dwarf. Everyone cheered for Aslan and congratulated Edmund. I turned and looked as Aslan. He had a sad expression on his face. He looked directly at me, and then turned to go inside his tent. It quickly began to get dark so I went ahead and wandered away from the celebration and decided to go to bed early. I crawled bed and fell asleep.

Flash

Aslan walked up to the Stone Table surrounded by enemies. The White Witch's general knocked Aslan on his side.

"Bind him!" Called out the Witch, "Wait . . . first let him be shaved."

All kinds of creatures came up to him and began cutting large chunks of hair out of his beautiful mane.

"Now . . . bring him to me."

A few Cyclopes dragged him up onto the Stone Table where the White Witch was.

"You know Aslan. I'm a little disappointed in you. You're sacrificing your own life . . . and saving no one." Then she bean to yell to her Army, "Tonight we rest, but as for tomorrow we will take Narnia forever! An in that knowledge despair . . . . and Die!" She screamed as she brought down the dagger on Aslan's chest.

Flash

"No!" Screamed waking myself up.

I sat up in bed quickly, soaked in sweat and tears. I knew there was one person I had to tell this too. I got up and put on my cloak and walked outside. I quietly entered Peter and Ed' tent. I walked over to Peter's hammock.

"Peter . . ." I whispered.

He quickly woke up, but with a gasp.

"What's wrong." He said immediately sitting up in his hammock.

"Aslan . . . has sacrificed himself for Edmund."

"What?"

I grabbed Peter's hand and led him outside into my tent, that way we wouldn't wake up Ed.

"Aslan is sacrificing himself for Ed."

"We have to go stop him!" Peter said.

"Peter . . . it's too late. He's already done it. This is fate . . . we have to continue the war without him . . . by the way . . . why didn't you want Oreius to teach me how to fight?"

"Because . . . I don't want you to get hurt."

"Well you shouldn't go either . . ."

"Why not?"

"You could get hurt just as easily as I could."

"Yes . . . . but if something horrible happened to you in this war . . . I would never forgive myself." He said grabbing my hand, "Promise me you won't go into the war."

I looked down.

"Peter . . . I can't promise that . . ." I began to say.

"Rachel . . . I don't want to loose you."

"You won't." I said, "Goodnight."

He left my tent as I crawled into bed. Thoughts filled my mind before I drifted off. But the main thought that puzzled me was how can we possibly even have a chance at winning this war with Aslan gone?