When they finally reached the meadow that lead the camp's entrance- the fields of Beruna- Kari and the others were greeted by a centaur and led into the camp where they passed tons of fauns and talking animals, all preparing weapons and armor for the upcoming battle. Susan looked around and Kari could sense she was uneasy about the Narnians staring at us.

"Why are they all staring at us?"

Lucy giggled and gave a most perfect answer. "Maybe they think you look funny."

Kari laughed with Peter and looked back to see Mrs. Beaver fussing with her fur.

"Oi, stop your fussing. You look lovely." Mr. Beaver told her.

Kari smiled. "You really do, Mrs. Beaver. You always do."

She smiled back. "Thank you, dearie. And not far from now, you'll have your memories restored."

Kari stopped, stunned momentarily at the realization that she might actually be able to remember everything she had forgotten.

Peter turned when he noticed she wasn't next to him, looking at her with a bit of concern. "Kari, you coming?"

Kari gathered herself together and nodded, a smile growing as he waited for her to catch up with him. "Of course, your Majesty."

They continued into the heart of the camp and stopped when they reached a large tent, which Kari assumed was Aslan's. Peter drew his sword and announced they had come to see the real King of Narnia. The centaur nearby looked towards the tent and everyone got down on one knee, bowing. Kari and the Beavers followed suit just as the great lion padded out of the tent

"Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome, Susan and Lucy, Daughters of Eve. And welcome to you, Beavers." Aslan looked to each of them as he greeted them. When his eyes fell on Kari, he bowed his head to her as well. "A warm welcome to you as well, Kari, Daughter of Eve." He looked back to the Beavers. "You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?"

Peter stood and sheathed his sword. "That's why we're here, sir. We need your help."

Susan stood and pitched in. "We had a little trouble along the way."

"Our brother's been captured by the White Witch."

Aslan looked taken back, shocked to hear of such news. "Captured? How could this have happened?"

Peter looked at the ground. Beaver began explaining that Edmund had betrayed them. The centaur's radiating anger began affecting me and Kari grabbed Peter's arm for support. He noticed she was weak, just as she had been back in the Beavers' home, so he held onto her and made sure she wouldn't fall. "You alright?"

Kari nodded, then looked at the centaur as he shouted, "Then he has betrayed us all!"

Aslan looked at the centaur. "Peace, Oreius. I'm sure there is an explanation."

Peter turned to Aslan. "It's my fault, really. I was too hard on him."

Susan put a hand on his shoulder. "We all were."

Lucy's saddened desperation suddenly overpowered Oreius's anger and my grip tightened as Kari began to feel dizzy. Peter looked down at her concerned, not entirely convinced when Kari tried to assure him that she was fine.

"Sir, he's our brother."

Aslan looked at Lucy sympathetically. "I know, dear one. But that only makes the betrayal all the worse." He turned to face the rest of them as he added, "This may be harder than you think."

While Peter and Aslan spoke on the high hill, Susan, Lucy and Kari went to the creek for a bit of alone time with just the three of them. They got into a splashing fight and before long Susan ran to get her towel, just as wet as Kari and Lucy were. But when she yanked it from the branch, Maugrim and his wolves burst out from behind it.

"Please don't try to run."

"We're tired."

"And we prefer to kill you quickly."

Susan looked around and spotted her horn.

"Susan! The horn! Use the horn!" Kari called, watching as she ran to it and blew without hesitation.

Kari helped Lucy up into the tree, then reached down and pulled Susan up as they tried to stay out reach of the White Witch's minions. Luckily within minutes, Kari looked up and saw Peter running towards them.

"Get back!" He drew his sword, attempting to draw the wolves from the tree.

"Peter!" Susan and Lucy called, then screamed when the wolves nipped at their feet again.

Maugrim growled and his partner snapped his jaws. "Come on. We've already been through this before. We both know you haven't got it in you."

Susan and Kari yelled out in unison, "Peter! Watch out!" as they watched the second wolf try to circle around Peter for a flank attack.

But before it could, Aslan and Oreius came running up and Aslan pinned the wolf down as Oreius and his men drew their weapons.

"No! Stay you weapons. This is Peter's battle."

Peter looked away from Aslan and back at Maugrim. The chief snarled and paced, waiting for Peter to let his guard down.

"You may think you're a king, but you're going to die..." He lunged at Peter. "Like a dog!"

There was a whine and grunting as Maugrim landed on Peter.

"Peter!"

Kari and the others jumped out of the tree as Peter shoved the wolf's corpse off him. He glanced around, not sure of what had just happened, and was attacked in much needed hugs courtesy of his sisters. Kari looked at Aslan as the second wolf squirmed free and ran off.

"After him. He'll lead you to Edmund."

Oreius and his men took off after the wolf as Aslan told Peter to clean his blade. He proclaimed him as Sir Peter Wolfsbane, Knight of Narnia, and stood back as Susan and Lucy congratulated them. He looked over at Kari as she turned away, heading back to camp.

Kari wasn't sure what was bothering her in that moment; her thoughts were just such a jumbled mess that she couldn't sort through them. She was almost to her tent when Aslan stopped her. "Kari, is there something wrong?"

Kari looked at the great cat. "It's nothing, sir." But she could tell by how he looked at her that he sensed something was wrong.

"There is something, isn't there, dear one?"

She looked away for a moment. "The Beavers said the only way for me to regain my memories is if I came to you. Plus, there's the fact that I can sense others' emotions and it deeply affects me. When Peter was angry back at the Beavers' dam, I fainted because of the energy he gave off." She looked back at him. "Is there any way you can restore my memories and help me control the way I'm affected by these emotions?"

Aslan nodded and breathed his sweet, summer breath on her. But as he did, Kari felt as if her head were going to explode. She saw Peter coming up behind Aslan and as she stumbled back, he hurried forward to catch her.

"Take her to the tent." Aslan told Peter, then chuckled when he saw how worried was about Kari. "She'll be fine. Having your memories restored isn't easy on the person who's lost them."