AN: Crazgirl123 is amazing! She asked five times, so, here I go again on my crazy Narnian detour! The River was my second favorite scene in the movie besides the battle. I know, I'm such a guy, even though I'm a girl. What does that make me? I don't know. Review! On with the story! FOR NARNIA! (I. Am. So. Freaking. Weird. Go me!)

We reached the river. I knew in an instant that we had to move, now, or we wouldn't get across. Of course, we got stalled.

"Wait, maybe we should think about this." Susan, naturally.

"We don't have time!," Peter said. Good. That made, what, two of us?

"I was just trying to be realistic.," Susan defended herself. It made me shake my head in disgust.

"No, you're trying to be smart. As usual." I had to admire Peter's courage. Susan looked angry. Of course, not me angry, because nobody can ever be me angry, but still really, really mad.

We started going down the slippery trail that lead onto the ice. I handed Lucy down to Peter, and then got down on my knees and placed my hand on the ice.

"What are you doing?," Lucy asked.

"Strengthening it. Go!" Seeing Peter's worried look, I added "I'll be fine. Now, go!"

Concentrating, I muttered "Sityrla", or 'ice' in Ancient Narnian. My hands glowed green, but Aslan's spring magic was fighting any resistance and quickly sapping my strength. Peter took a step forward, but the ice cracked. He backed up a bit, looking scared.

"Wait, maybe I should go first.," Mr. Beaver suggested.

"Maybe you should.," Peter agreed.

Beaver started walking across the ice. It cracked underneath his weight.

"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?," Mrs. Beaver called.

"Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last. Especially with your cooking."

Peter looked back at me. I nodded encouragingly, wishing he would just get on with it. He started across the ice, holding Lucy's hand. I felt exhaustion wash over me, but held on to consciousness with everything I had. I could not, would not pass out and leave them to die. I didn't care if I died, but they could not. Not while I was alive.

Which might not be for very much longer. I threw my remaining strength into the ice. My vision was going fuzzy. Muted, incoherent dialog floated toward me. Time and space were melting together. I watched, unable to do anything but keep the ice from cracking while Peter had to face off with Maugrim. It was not a fair match. Peter, with barely any sword training and the Beavers and his sisters to protect against Maugrim, Captain of the Witch's Secret Police. This would not end well unless something happened quickly.

Me, being who I am, had planned it all out with Peter during the walk, should something like this happen on the ice. I couldn't hold the pain back much longer, so I let it out. I screamed, partly from pain, partly to get them to notice me. It worked, getting Peter and Maugrim's attention. I relinquished my hold on the ice, threw myself towards Peter, and yelled "NOW!"

He slammed his sword into the ice, calling to his sisters "Hold onto me!" I hoped it would work. The last thing I felt before everything went black was a hand grabbing my collar and pulling me onto a slab of ice.

AN: Sorry it's so short. Thank you to all those who have reviewed, and to those who haven't, please do! It helps, a lot! 5 reviews get you another chapter. Usual deal. Thanks again!