AN: Hi, guys! I'm back! No super long Author's Notes this time (I hope.) I can't wait to write the next chapter, but I'm kind of bogged down. You know that scene in the movie, where the fox gets turned into stone? Well, since I basically got rid of the fox, I figured I would put Alex in the same situation only have her live. You know, put some more action in there. The whole abuse thing? It hasn't actually happened to me. I just thought it would help the story along. No, my dad doesn't hurt me. My Dad is totally awesome. I mean, he's pretty beast. If he's reading this, he wouldn't know what I just called him, but then again, who cares? I do not own Narnia or any of the characters even though I wish I did because that would be amazing. Tell me what you think! It helps A LOT! 5 reviews equal another chapter (If I ever get it written.) Thank you! And, again . . . wait for it . . . REVIEW! Oh, yeah, about the "No more super-long Author's Notes" thing at the beginning? Scratch that! I think I need more therapy, for those of you who have read my previous Author Notes, you should get the joke. Thanks for tolerating me!

I woke up to see Peter's worried face above me. I groaned. "Wha-? Wha' happened? Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick." I sat up and looked around. "Where are we? What are you all standing around for? We have to get to Aslan's Camp!" I started to get up, but couldn't. I slumped over, disoriented. I silently cursed my incompetence. Why couldn't I just get up like nothing had happened? I felt . . . drained. Oh, duh. That might be because I was drained. Geez, I was out of it. I tried to get up again, but failed. Miserably. I don't do miserably. In fact, I hate miserably. Peter simply bent down, and picked me up. I protested, but he shook his head.

"Don't. I'm not the one who was – what actually happened? It's like you were drained or something."

"I was drained, like you said. Remember when I told you that if you used too much magic for a long time then you got drained? That's what happened."

"But it wasn't for a long time!"

'Aslan's spring magic was working, so I couldn't fight it, which I guess was a good thing. Except, maybe not so much in that particular circumstance. It drained me much faster than I usually get drained; I had to fight it and the river. The plan did work, right?"

"Yeah. Back to what I was saying. I'm not the one who was drained. You feinted!"

"We war heroines prefer the term 'passed out'."

"Well, excuse me for not knowing the vocabulary."

"You're excused."

"Shut up and let me carry you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

We started to walk. After a while, Peter looked down at me and said, "How are you so heavy? You can't weigh more than a hundred pounds!"

"It's all my weapons. Sword, daggers, long knives, short knives, silver-tipped arrows, throwing stars, crossbow, my horn, my pack, and various other things. That and I'm wearing silver-plated armor underneath my clothes."

"What's with all the silver?"

"I'm not worthy of wearing gold. Only the current kings and queens can have gold weapons. It's the reason the hilt of your sword is gold. I have second rating, because I'm your Protector, unless you appoint someone else. I would die for any of you. It's my job."

"You would?"

"Yeah, I would. Don't question me."

"What happened to you having second rating?"

"Turning my own words against me, huh? Oh, boy, you'll make a great politician."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

We worked our way through the underbrush. All around us, spring was coming, and coming quickly. Finally, I was able to walk without disgracing myself again, and Peter let me down. I wasn't quite myself though, so when six wolves burst out of a group of trees, I wasn't ready for it.

Before any of us knew what was happening, I was being dragged along by my arms. If I tried to struggle, the wolves just bit me harder. It got so bad that I actually cried out. I heard the sound of the others starting to run after me, but yelled out "No! Get to Aslan's Camp! There's no hope for me or Narnia if you don't get there! Go!" Luckily, they followed my orders. Peter glanced behind multiple times as he ran a scared, horrified look on his face. "Go!" I yelled. "Don't worry about me, just go!"

The wolves ran on, with me being dragged along; giving them a barrage of insults, profanity, and anything else I could think of. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only about ten minutes, we stopped. I say "we" for want of a better word. I don't enjoy being included with the wolves.

I looked up, and there was the Witch. I felt my face contort into a snarl, and threw myself at her, hands outstretched to strangle her. I was half-mad with fury, and the other half was just insane. Of course, I was brought down immediately by the wolves, and they bit me and sank their teeth into the same spot over and over again until I cried out, and tears leaked out of my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to fight them. It felt like I was back home, with my dad hitting me because I wouldn't let him get to Becca. Or when he set me on fire, when I was eight years old, and I just lay there writhing in pain while he laughed.

The Witch looked down at me and smiled. "So, it seems as though our little Lioness has been captured. That is what they call you, right? The Lioness? It doesn't fit, considering how you're lying there, crying."

I glared up at her. "I am not your Lioness. I am Aslan's Lioness. I am High King Peter's Lioness. But I am not, and never will be, and never have been, your Lioness. That and I cry with pride."

I saw someone step out from behind the Witch, and realized suddenly that this was King Edmund. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," I said to him.

"Flattery will not help you now," the Witch said.

I smirked at her. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, well, come to think of it, I do mean to be rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you." I looked pointedly at Edmund.

"Then you will die, traitor!" The Witch tended to be a tad bit melodramatic sometimes.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Not. The only thing terrifying about you is your face." The wolf holding my arm bit down, hard. "You know, it gets a little annoying when I'm I the middle of making her look stupid and you bite me. Oh, wait, I forgot. She makes herself look stupid naturally." Edmund's mouth was slightly open by now. I have that effect on some people.

I did what I usually do at times like these. I whistled, turned, kicked the wolves off me, and the leaped onto the horse that came stampeding out of the bushes. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Edmund watching me. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I'll come back to save you, but I need reinforcements! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

Galloping off, I kept looking over my shoulder, ducking when my horse, Shadowhunter, told me to, leaning when he told me to, but always, always, looking back at the lone King, terrified and with no place to go. And I was leaving him. Peter's brother. I was leaving him. Geez, I suck at being a Protector. I'm sorry, Edmund. I'm so, so, sorry. I save you. Just wait. Oh, man. Peter's brother. Peter's brother. Dang it, you coward. You should've fought back! You're the freaking Lioness! A small, treacherous part of my brain whispered decided it needed to get its two bits in. You know you couldn't have won. Just because you're in lo- I would not finish that thought. It was too dangerous to think it. Shut up, I told it. The evil part of my brain withdrew from my inner conversation. I'm sorry Edmund. I'm so, so sorry.

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