This is the worst chapter I have written so far. I just going to admit that its boring. Its also short. Both these things were cause by the unruly factor of "time. You see parents don't normally let you stay up till past one o'clock, even if it is for a good cause, like getting my new chapter finished. Oh well, here it is anyways.

The Plan

Peter didn't bother to listen to the Tarkaan's rant. Rachel had ridden on ahead, but had never arrived. He knew that Rachel hadn't run off, and he was pretty sure he knew where she was. His eyes scanned the battle field, and his worst suspicions were confirmed. The was no longer a chariot drawn by horses, nor little bells chiming upon it, nor a small dwarf driving it, nor a white clad figure standing on it. The White Witch was gone.

"No" was all Peter could say, "No, no, no" he said it softly, under his breath, as if by saying it, it would change what was happening

"Excuse me?" the Tarkaan said, noticing that the king was distracted

Peter didn't bother to explain "Susan!" he called, rearing his horse, "Susan somethings wrong"

Everything seemed to be going smoothly and according to plan. The wounded and tiering had been replaced by the vigorous Calormenes, who were preforming perfectly. The Witches forces seemed to be loosing the battle, but that didn't raise Peters spirits, because he knew that it was all in vain.

"Susan!" he called again, riding up to where she now once again stood atop the boulder

"Peter, we have a war to win. I already ran your errand, now go back and show your people how to fight" she said testily, releasing another arrow with a swish of air

"It doesn't matter Susan" Peter was nearly frantic now

"What are you talking about? What do you mean it doesn't matter? I think that beating a vicious tyrannical witch is pretty important"

"No, thats not what I mean. This is a diversion"

"How could this be a diversion, the Witches entire army is here. She wouldn't have anyone to carry out her real pot if she had one"

"Look closer Susan! The Witch is gone!"

"Oh. Your right. Well she probably went back to rest for a while, or shes finally dead, or something of that nature" Susan was unsure of her words

"Susan, you know that the Witch never backs down like that, and shes not dead, or the fighting would have ceased"

"Whats your point!" Susan was growing impatient

"Rachel is gone too!"

"What?"

"She supposedly rode on ahead of her soldiers, but she never arrived here"

"Well she probably just got lost"

"Susan! Stop trying to get around this! Its the Witches doing!"

"What on earth would the Witch want with Rachel" Susan jumped off the boulder to face her brother

"You know as well as I do that the Calormenes have never liked us. They are always trying to invade us. Rachel was the key peace maker between Narnia and Calormen. With her out of the way, the there is no peace. The Witch could convince the Calormenes to join her. Their numbers are great, and together they would crush us. Its the perfect plan"

"Then why to the Calormenes seem to be on our side, if Rachel is gone?"

"I don't think they know yet. The Tarkaan seemed to think that she had run off, but he dare not defy her orders yet, until their is news of her death"

"If the Witch did make this plan, then what would happen after they had conquered us? Who would rule? There would be utter turmoil"

"Atrox" Peter said after a moment, "Atrox wanted to rule so badly. They could easily kill the Tisroc, and give Atrox the throne. He is young and power hungry, the Witch could easily manipulate him, or if that became to tiresome, just kill him"

"So what are you going to do?"

"What?"

"You have to stop them. Where do you think the Witch will take Rachel?"

"Probably to the same place she killed Aslan. She's probably translated all of the runes so she doesn't make the same mistake as last time"

"I think you're right. You had better get going though. She has a head start"

"Your not going to come?"

"Come where?" Edmund staggered up behind them, dragging a wounded comrade beside him

"Four words. Witch, Rachel, Stone Table" Susan motioned for on of the nurses to come and get the Satyr holding on to Edmund's shoulder

"I'll go with you Peter, you can't go alone" Edmund told his brother

"I can't come, sorry, but someone has to lead the army. William won't be able to go either. You had better get a move on" Susan leaped back onto the boulder and drew her bow

Peter pulled Edmund up onto his horse and then rode into the camp. The found Edmund a small, but quick mount named Simon, and traded Peters horse for a rested grey war horse named Finn. Once they had gotten the necessary supplies for the journey, they were off. Tearing down the back to the hill, down the faint trail, and through the trees. It seemed to Peter that everything was moving to slowly. He worried that he wouldn't get their in time? What if they won't be able to save her? What if this was suppose to happen in order to make history right? Would he threaten the safety of entire nations just by saving one of his dearest friends? Peter was confused. He couldn't separate what a king would do, and what Peter Pevensie would do. Why couldn't he focus? He had always been straightforward, never looking back, always knowing what to do. Why didn't he know now? Maybe it was because the fate of an entire world and his best friend depended on what he chose, maybe not.

"Peter, hurry! We have to speed up! We're never going to make it!" Edmund called back to him

whatever the reasons, whatever the outcome, that would have to wait until Peter could get the situation under control. Until then, he had a long ride ahead of him.

Short, boring, but straightforward. Next chapter soon