Tanya woke up in her own room. Her hands were tightly bandaged and were on the mend. Though her hands did not pain her, it was her heart that hurt. The loss of her beloved brother John was almost too much for her. Yet there was still Peter, he was always there, playing the part of big brother to them all. He listened to her and was helping her let go of her grief. He was always there for her. Just like John has been. Somehow everything she thought always came back to John and how she had lost him.

Tanya was startled from her thoughts by a knock on the door.

"Tanya?" Lucy whispered through the door. Tanya got out of bed and opened the door. Lucy put a finger to her lips.

"Come on! Peter's going to find us!" She dragged Tanya up the stairs.

"Are we playing hide-and-go-seek?" Tanya guessed.

Lucy nodded and pulled Tanya into a room with only a giant white shape at one end.

"What's that?" Lucy muttered as she slowly pulled away the giant white sheet. A huge wardrobe stood in front of the pair. They could hear Peter's voice as he finished counting.

"Hurry!"

Tanya opened the door and the two of them jumped into the wardrobe. Tanya wisely left the door open a crack as they buried themselves in the mass of fur coats.

"Ouch!" Lucy gasped suddenly.

"What is it?" Tanya asked, turning.

Lucy held up her hand, it had bits of ice and greenery on it. The two girls stepped out into soft, powdery snow.

"Where are we?" Lucy asked Tanya, squeezing the older girl's hand.

"I don't know, Lu. I don't know."

They moved into a small circle of trees. In the center stood a glowing lamp post.

"Stay here, Lu. I'll see if I can find someone," Tanya told the girl and she started off through the trees.

10 Minutes Later

Tanya glanced about her as she followed a barely visible path in the ice. It resembled a deer track that had not been used in years. Ice and snow covered everything around her. She shivered and rubbed her arms, wishing she had thought to bring one of the coats from the wardrobe with her.

Hands suddenly seized Tanya from behind and covered her mouth when she tried to scream.

"Be silent," someone hissed in her ear as they pulled her back into the forest.

Tanya twisted violently in her captor's grasp. They released her suddenly and she fell back onto the snow-covered ground. Someone wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep her from hitting her head.

"Keep silent a moment longer," the someone whispered.

Tanya lay quiet as the harsh sound of a whip shattered the still air.

"Are you sure you saw two Daughters of Eve?" asked a woman. Her voice sent shivers down Tanya's spine. It was a harsh and cold voice.

"Positive, your Majesty," answered a gruff voice. "One went with the faun Tumnus, the other, this way. I can still smell her scent."

The being holding Tanya muttered something that sounded distinctly like swearing. The girl was suddenly lifted by an arm around her waist and swung onto the being's back. Tanya couldn't tell who was holding her on their back, but she decided that the being was a male even though the hood hid his face.

"Hang on," he whispered.

Tree trunks flashed by as he took off running through the forest. Tanya buried her face in his shoulder to protect it from the biting winds. She wasn't entirely sure why she was trusting the man who had basically kidnapped her, but she figured he was a safer bet than what lay behind her.

Tanya looked up as all motion ceased.

"You can stand now," the man told her. He released her legs and let her slide down his back.

Tanya swayed for a moment, but managed to stay on her feet. The man who had carried her thus far pushed back his hood.

"I am sorry for the secrecy, but with the Witch so close I dared not introduce myself," he told her gently. "My name is Ramir. I am the leader of the Elves and of our resistance."

"My name is Tanya," she told him. "Resistance? Against the Witch?"

"Yes." Ramir nodded. "She has declared herself ruler of Narnia, but she really is a murderous usurper."

"Who is supposed to rule then?" Tanya asked.

"The land and all those in it belong to Aslan, but he is rarely among us. It is said that he will return when two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve come to Narnia," he explained. "Are you one of the Daughters of whom the legends speak?"

"I doubt it," Tanya told him. "I have four friends that I would wish to come with me next time I come."

"I see."

"Lucy!" Tanya gasped suddenly. "You must take me to the lamppost!"

Ramir looked at her in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Lucy, she is a Daughter Eve! She must be the one the Witch was talking about. We have to get back to the lamppost and find her!" Tanya looked around her, trying to figure out where she was.

"This way." Ramir started off into the trees.

Tanya hurried to keep up.

They passed a small valley that brimmed with statues. The statues resembled Ramir with his long hair and pointed ears.

"Ramir, what are those?" Tanya asked, catching up to him. She pointed at the statues.

He didn't even look and kept right on walking.

"Those are my brothers and sisters, Elves that the Witch defeated in battle," he said finally. Ramir stopped walking and turned to face Tanya. "Please, come back to Narnia as soon as you can. My people are dying. We, and all other true Narnians, need your help and that of your friends."

Tanya stared up at him. She nodded slowly.

The Elf spun and walked further into the forest.

The pair reached the lamppost with nothing more said. Ramir stopped at the edge of the trees.

"This is where I must leave you," he told her gently. "I will look for you should you ever return to Narnia." He vanished into the trees.

Tanya rejoined Lucy who was standing near the wardrobe entrance. Her mind raced as they stepped back into England.