Flash

Edmund, Lucy, Peter and Meagan attached to the wall with the same type of vines I had. Susan is missing . . . where is she?

"Are you guys alright?" I asked.

Peter looked up at me with red eyes as if he was about to cry.

Flash

I opened my eyes and saw I was lying on the ground. I must fell asleep. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. When I opened them again, a dwarf came towards me with a bowl of porridge.

"Oh . . . thank you." I said surprised as he handed it to me.

I looked around again and noticed Seifer was gone. Why on earth are they giving me food? Edmund said that when he was in the Witch's dungeon, he got frozen was and a completely disgusting sort of food that made him gag. Every time he thinks about it, it still makes him gag. But they are feeding me porridge. Oh well, I haven't eaten in a day. I was about to scoop some out when something surprised me.

"Don't eat it!" I heard a tiny voice from beside me say.

I looked and saw a small mouse.

"Oh . . . hullo, who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Reepicheep, your highness. Please don't eat the porridge . . . they have put the chemical inside of it that takes away your powers." He squeaked.

"Oh . . . then what should I do with it? If Seifer sees the bowl full, he is going to force-feed me."

"That is why I have come to your assistance. I will do whatever I can to help, except chew through those vines. They are very poisonous and covered in thorns."

I looked behind the small mouse and saw a small hole. I wonder why I didn't notice that before.

"So what are we going to do with the porridge?" I asked.

He looked at me with his small, beady eyes and smiled.

"Put the bowl beside you, in front of my hole. Pretend you are eating it while I take as much as I can out of the bowl and store it in a huge spare room I have in my house."

"Thank you so much! If I make it through alive, you will be honored at my return. You might even have a place a Cair Paravel."

He smiled and was very pleased.

"Your welcome, My Queen." He said as he displayed a graceful bow.

"Oh, please call me Rachel." I said smiling, for the first time in a day.

I sat the bowl beside me and Reepicheep took out a huge wad of porridge and ran inside his hole. A guard walked by and so I pretended to be chewing a mouthful of porridge. The dwarf just gave me a grin and walked away. I turned around and looked at Reepicheep's hole. A few seconds later he came out.

"Reepicheep? Does your home lead you outside . . .like a back door or something?"

"Yes . . . why?"

"That's great . . . do you think once we get "done" with the porridge, that you could find a bird?"

"That could be possible . . ."

"I want the bird to send a message to the High King."

"You mean King Peter! Why yes o-of course I could do that."

He took another big ball of porridge and scurried into the hole. Reepicheep came back a few more times and then the bowl was finally empty.

"What would your Majesty . . . I mean Rachel, like to say on the message?"