A/N Here's more, please enjoy.

Your Author in Training.

Havah

The fighting was nothing like Rebecca had expected. There were beings all around that she had never expected to see. As soon as the fighting began she realized the danger of a battle for the first time. The surprise attack had been helpful, but now the battle was fully fledged. Rebecca kept the beings as far away from she and Peter as she could. Her eyes scanned the crowd for anyone that might be moving in on Peter. She also looked for Edmund, who had been separated from them right away, though she did not see him. Any creature she couldn't stop, Peter killed. He was excellent with a sword, and seemingly fearless. Ever second, Rebecca was worried, she expected him to fall at any moment, though she could not predict when it would be, or even if it would be.

This is so much harder then I ever imagined. I worry every second that Rebecca is going to be killed, and that I will be killed. It seems selfish, but I really don't want to die. If it comes down to her or me though, I will die. Peter almost couldn't keep his mind on the task at hand, though he knew he had to in order for their survival. Where's Ed? Oh g-d, I hope he's alright! This just keeps getting worse and worse. His thoughts were interrupted briefly as a Minotaur approached him. The fight with the beast lasted only a minute. It was no longer difficult to fight a mythical beast, as he was now used to seeing them, the same could not be said for Rebecca. Every being awed her, she did not recognize any of them, and was quite startled by all of them.

Rebecca's aim was somewhat better under pressure, and she hit most of her targets. Sometimes, when more then one being attacked at once, she hit as many as she could, and Peter handled the rest. Somehow, fighting side by side felt unnervingly right to both of them. There was a sense of comfort to Peter knowing that Rebecca was fighting in a manner that was protecting him very well. Rebecca felt a strange security knowing that Peter wouldn't let anything happen to her, even if it meant he would die. The battle dragged on, and Rebecca and Peter were doing quite well, both were worried for each other, but both were also concerned for Edmund, as neither of them could see him.

Suddenly, without warning, Rebecca felt a poke at her back. She froze in fear, knowing that it was a sword. "Peter, if you make a single move, she dies, and I know you wouldn't want that." Peter turned, as a chill ran down his spine. He knew that voice, and he also knew that it wasn't good. The voice belonged to Jadis, the White Witch.

"They revived you, oh g-d, I'm such an idiot! I had completely forgotten that was a possibility. Rebecca, I'm sorry, but this doesn't look too good." Peter's voice was shaking, and he felt that there was no reason to conceal his fear.

"Put down your sword boy." Peter did as he was told; he couldn't bear to see Rebecca die at his fault. He couldn't help thinking that she would kill them both anyway, but he wasn't sure. "Can't you see? I have been in control of this since the day after you released your little friend of me.

"Peter, pick up your sword and kill her, let her kill me, if I don't die, many other people will!" Rebecca told Peter what she wanted him to do, and he knew she was right, but he couldn't do it.

"Oh yes Peter, kill me, and lose your girlfriend. However, if you don't kill me, if you surrender yourself, I will spare her, for now at least, and I will call off my army, we will leave everyone else alone." Jadis was attempting to bargain, and something about her told Peter she wasn't kidding. Was there something that she wanted from him, or Rebecca, that she couldn't get if they were both dead? "Your time is running out, pick up your sword, and bring it to me now, or she dies, and we continue, and eventually so does everyone else. You, your army, your brother, and when we find, which I assure you, we will, your sisters."

"I surrender myself, though I despise your tactics, you are too weak to fight mw, so you have to use bargaining chips. Give me one reason why I should trust you," said Peter, picking up his sword, and walking towards the witch.

"You should trust me because the deep magic binds me to keep my word, and the magic that released me from the other creatures. Through two sects of magic, one extremely dark, I am bound to keep my word." Peter handed her his sword, and she stabbed it into him. He fell, Rebecca watched, just like the dream. Rebecca screamed, and tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, on the ground, gasping for breath. She ran to him, and pulled him into her arms and kissed him. He was slowly dying, and it was tearing her apart.

As she promised, the witch called off her army, and called a few of her followers over to them. Before she was ready, Rebecca was being pulled away from Peter. She felt her heart breaking as she was dragged up off the ground, and in the opposite direction of the man she loved, sure that she was seeing him for the very last time.