A/N: Sorry for taking a bit longer than usual, I was trying to make this chapter the best it could be! I hope this is an improvement on the story, but if it isn't please tell me. :D Thank you to everyone who reviewed!

Lucy Took: Again, thank you so much for telling me what was wrong with the story! Don't feel bad about it, it actually made me feel better that someone told me how to improve it. I really appreciate it!

justplaincrazy: Yeah, I totally agree about Ed. I'm sure he'll forgive you though! XD

King of Kings' Daughter: Oh, that's so cool! I'll have to check it out! And I am sure you'll be able to do it. If I can, you can! :D

Queen Su: Ed's (Eden's) thoughts are fun to write, and I am glad you like them!

Queen Lani Kaulitz the Hyper: I didn't mean to make Susan seem mean ;), from my point of view, Susan didn't mean to leave Eden (me) behind, she was just too worried about Lucy to notice that I needed help! And about Peter to the rescue... I have to admit, I didn't quite imagine the scene like that!

A small orange and black fox was standing a few feet away, looking at me and the Pevensies with an odd sort of curiosity on his furry face.

"Who are you?" I asked, immediately suspicious. After all, foxes are related to wolves!

As if sensing my worry, he replied, "My name is Crevan. Don't worry, I'm on your side – I'm here to help."

Mr. Beaver stepped forward protectively, looking like he didn't trust the fox despite his words. "Well, we don't need your 'help' right now."

The fox shook his head impatiently. "Look, you're going to have to trust me whether you like it or not, because right now we've got to move."

"Where?" I asked again, "We can't possibly outrun the wolves; we just barely got here without them catching up to us!" And eating us for dinner, I thought, but didn't add.

"If you hide far up in that tree over there, the wolves won't be able to see you, or smell you." Crevan said, pointing towards a very tall tree (that reminded me of a pine except for thicker branches and longer needles) that was standing a few yards away.

My heart leapt into my throat. I could deal with running from wolves, falling into lands that I had before thought were fictional, and having my ankle sprained by an untimely accident, but one thing I simply couldn't (although it was more like 'wouldn't') do was handle heights.

"But they'll see our tracks!" I argued feebly, hoping that he could find another way to hide us.

"I'll take care of that, don't worry. Now hurry, before they get any closer!" Crevan urged us.

We ran over to the tree, the two beavers scurrying up quickly and crouching on a high branch. Susan crawled up next, with a little help from Peter, and then it was my turn.

"Wait! Isn't there another way? I'm really no good at climbing trees!" I cried, looking at the tall tree in unfading terror.

Peter shook his head, and held out his hand to help me up. "You need to go NOW!" He insisted.

I shook my head stubbornly, but despite my fear, I hoisted myself up into the tree using Peter's hand as a step ladder. How I am doing this with a sprained ankle, I have no idea.

I didn't think about looking down as I climbed higher and higher into the tree, and again heard the sound of howling wolves coming towards us.

After what seemed like an eternity or two, I reached the branch next to the one that Susan and the two beavers were on. Lucy was the next to come up, followed by Peter.

Once we were all safe and 'comfortable', Crevan ran over to the base of the tree and started to brush away our tracks with his tail. Ingenious little fellow!

Suddenly the wolves burst out of the hole, easily knocking aside the barrel that had been covering the opening. They quickly cornered Crevan who had just finished erasing our footprints.

I held on tighter to the tree's trunk.

"Greetings, gents. Lost something, have we?" Crevan asked them sarcastically. A deep growl came from what I assumed was the leader of the wolves.

"Don't patronize me! I know where your allegiance lies. We're looking for some humans." He said in a gravelly voice. Whoa, need a cough drop there?

The fox just laughed, "Humans? Here in Narnia? Well, well... That's rather important now, don't you think?"

Without warning, one of the wolves tackled Crevan to the ground and roughly grabbed him in his mouth.

The lead wolf walked calmly over to the poor fox. "Your reward is your life. It's not much," he laughed harshly, " but still. Where are the fugitives?"

Crevan hesitated for a moment and I prayed he wouldn't tell the wolves where we were hiding.

He hung his head down shamefully. "North. They ran north." He said, pointing in the direction with his paw.

"Smell them out." The lead wolf commanded.

The wolf that was holding Crevan flung him the the ground, and the wolves left, running to the north.

I looked down at Lucy who was sitting beside me. Her eyes were wide and I couldn't quite tell what her expression was. Something between relief, fear, shock, and just plain fatigue.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, just in case the wolves had super-hearing.

She nodded slowly and looked up at me. "Thanks." She smiled.

I smiled back. "You're welcome." The wolves were gone and we were safe, for a while at least. Now I just have to get down from this tree. Perfect.

I waited until everyone else was off the tree, and then I slowly crawled down, branch by branch.

Finally, I jumped onto solid ground, thankfully landing on my unhurt foot. I half-walked, half-hopped over to where the others were standing around Crevan. Oh no! I totally forgot about him! Is he... dead?

"Ahh!" He yelped loudly, flinching away from where Mrs. Beaver was trying to get a good look at his wounds. Oh yeah, that one is definitely alive, I thought smiling.

"Stay still, or it'll continue hurting!" She ordered, and Crevan relaxed a bit. She looked up at the sky for a moment, and then at Mr. Beaver and us.

"It's getting dark; we'll need to light a fire if we're going to stay here tonight." Mrs. Beaver thought out loud.

"Well, it's not as if we're short on firewood. I'll go try to find some." I said, trying to be helpful.

"Yes, you all go get some nice, dry wood, and I'll tend to Mr. Crevan here." Mrs. Beaver said, shooing us off into the woods.

I traipsed through the woods for a few minutes, mostly just walking in a circle around our camping site so I wouldn't get too far away. I picked up several pieces of wood that had already fallen to the ground, but there weren't very many of them. I suppose I'll have to start assaulting the still standing trees.

I dumped my rather small pile of wood on the ground and went up to a dead-looking tree. I grasped one of the branches, pulling hard, but it didn't come off.

Hmm... I pulled harder, tugging it this way and that way. I gave up for a minute, resting against the tree. Ugh! What's this thing made of, kryptonite?

"I don't think that branch is going to break off." A voice said from behind me. I looked back over my shoulder, continuing to tug.

It was Peter, looking rather amused. I turned back to the stubborn branch.

"You'll see." I said pulling as hard as I could, "It'll come... AHHHH!" I screamed as it gave away and broke off, making me fall backwards into the snow, the branch landing on top of me.

Peter laughed, and I looked up at him pretending to be annoyed. "Oh, shut up." I said, but after a few seconds of trying hard to look irritated, I started to laugh too.

We both sat (Well, actually he was standing and I was lying on my back on the ground) there chuckling for a few moments (I was worried that we were going a little crazy from stress!) until I said, "Well, are you going to sit there laughing forever, or are you going to help me up?"

"Actually I was thinking of sitting here and laughing forever." He replied, only half-jokingly, but nevertheless coming over to help me. After everything that's happened, I'm sure that all of the Pevensies wish they could just sit and laugh, I thought, sadly.

I pushed the branch off of me and grasped his offered hand, pulling myself to my feet. "Thanks." I said, picking up the branch off the ground, along with my other pile of wood.

"Which reminds me," I said, "I wanted to thank you for coming back for me when I tripped in the tunnel. I honestly thought I was gonna die!"

He smiled as we walked back to where the rest of our group was piling the wood. "You're welcome." He said.

We reached the 'firepit' and I threw the branches I had collected onto the growing pile. "How are we gonna start this thing in the cold?" I asked.

Mr. Beaver knelt (if beavers can kneel) down by the firewood pile, and said, "Like this!"

He started rubbing two sticks together, and after a few minutes, a fire slowly but surely started to spread onto all of the logs.

"There ya have it!" He exclaimed, plopping down onto the snow tiredly. "A nice, warm fire."

We all sat down, making a small circle around the fire. Me, Susan, Lucy, Mr. Beaver, Mrs. Beaver, Crevan, and Peter.

Crevan was looking a bit better now; Mrs. Beaver must have given him something for the pain.

"If you don't mind me asking," Susan began cautiously, "What happened to those animals back there?"

Crevan sighed sadly. "They were helping Tumnus, but unfortunately for them, the Witch got here before I did." He explained.

"OW!" He cried, jerking away from Mrs. Beaver. She was in the process of stitching up his wounds, and I winced for him, not imagining that it felt very good.

"Stop squirming! You're worse than Beaver on bath day!" Mrs. Beaver exclaimed, glancing at Mr. Beaver who shuddered.

"Worst day of the year." I heard him whisper to Lucy. Suddenly Crevan got up, and looked down at Mrs. Beaver gratefully.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid that is all the cure I have time for right now." He said.

Lucy's face fell. "You're not leaving, are you?" Crevan nodded a bit sadly, but his eyes were full of excitement.

"It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honor. But I must go, as Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops." He told us, and now I knew exactly why he was excited.

"You've actually seen Aslan?" I asked him, very interested to hear more about him. I wanted so badly to meet the Great Lion myself!

"What is he like?" Lucy asked eagerly. Now is a time I really wish I had LWW with me... Then I remembered: I DID have it with me! I looked back to see if it was still where I had put it last. I looked inside my coat, and found the little pocket that had been (strangely enough) the exact size for my book to fit into. I reached down into it and pulled something out. It was LWW!

Good, safe and sound. But I still can't open it! Oh well, it'll make a nice souvenir once I get back home! I didn't notice it at the time, but my heart didn't hurt quite so bad when I thought of home that time. I stashed the book back in my jacket pocket, and listened closely to Crevan.

"He's like... everything we've ever dreamed of. Amazing... Simply amazing. You'll be very lucky to have him by your side in the battle against the Witch." He said looking serious, but happy.

I stared at him in shock, my mind whirling. "Fighting? We're going to be fighting? I can't fight, I'm only a kid!" I protested, my eyes wide with growing panic.

He shook his head, "Yes, you'll all be fighting... But wait. Are you one of the Four?" He asked me sounding puzzled and turning to look at all of us."The prophecy tells of two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve... four in total. But here I see three Daughters of Eve and only one Son of Adam."

"Well, actually, I'm not one of the Four. My name's Eden, and I'm just kinda stuck here so I came along for the ride." I answered. Oh yeah, that sounds so cool, 'Eden'. Why couldn't I think of something more interesting like: "I'm their guardian" or " I'm really a great warrior in disguise" or even (If I was REALLY, EXTREMELY desperate) "I'm a Mary-Sue!"... AGH! What have I thought? I shouldn't ever, wouldn't ever, couldn't ever call myself a Mary-Sue! It would be against a writer's code of conduct!

"How did you get here?" The fox asked curiously, interrupting my silent ramblings.

"Well, I just kinda... dropped in." I said lamely. Crevan nodded, somehow seeming to understand.

"I am sure that if Aslan truly called you here, then he has a great purpose for doing it." He said, looking at me seriously.

Crevan's expression then turned to confusion. "But where is the other Son of Adam?" I grimaced and glanced at Peter.

He was staring at the ground uncomfortably. "He... he has been put under a spell by the White Witch." He said, looking as if he didn't want to say anything more.

The fox looked at Peter sadly. "I am very sorry to hear this, my King. But I have faith that Aslan will be able to save your brother."

"I shall look forward to meeting you all again, but for now, I must take my leave. My King, my Queens..." He nodded to the Pevensies then turned to me, "My lady." Then he walked over to Mr. and Mrs Beaver, but I didn't hear what was said because I was too caught up in my own thoughts. 'My lady'! He called me a lady... What a gentleman! I wonder if I really do have a purpose here...

Crevan then departed, disappearing into the forest. I hoped that it wouldn't be the last time we saw him, but with a war going on, I feared that it just might be.

"Well, we had best be getting to sleep if we are to start traveling again in a few hours." Mrs. Beaver said, laying down and curling up in the snow.

Lucy had already laid down, bundled tightly in her coat. Peter lay down beside her, and like the protective older brother he was, grasped part of her coat as if to make sure she wouldn't be dragged off while he was sleeping.

"Someone should stay awake to keep watch though, right?" I asked, worried that the wolves would find out that Crevan had lied to them and come back here searching for us.

"Right you are." Mr. Beaver agreed, standing up a little straighter as if trying to keep himself from falling asleep. "I'll keep watch, don't worry 'bout it, you go ahead and go ta sleep."

He looked so tired, that I couldn't help but offer, "No, you should sleep, I'll keep watch. I'm less tired than you." I said, although I was sure that I felt every bit as tired, and mentally kicked myself for telling him I would watch.

He narrowed his eyes at me, as if he wasn't sure that I could do it. "Alright. If you're sure." He replied at length, settling down comfortably next to Mrs. Beaver. Everyone was soon asleep, except for Susan who was still sitting beside her siblings.

She stood up and walked over to where I had started to make myself comfortable in the cold snow.

"You don't have to stay up to help watch." I told her as she sat down next to me. "I think can handle it."

She shook her head slowly. "It's not that. I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to."

I looked over at her, and noticed how sad she looked. I can't imagine how much she must be worrying about Edmund right now.

"Are you okay?" I asked her softly. She shrugged.

"I'm not really sure right now. I'm just so scared, yet so angry at the same time... I'm sorry." She said, and if it were day light I was positive I would have seen her blushing. "I'm sure you don't really want to hear all about the 'trials and tribulations of Susan Pevensie' right now."

"I don't mind." I said, waiting patiently for her to continue if she decided to. I have all night, anyway.

"Well, I don't really even know you..." Susan said, eyebrows furrowed.

"That might be a good thing." I started, and she looked at me strangely. "I mean, sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger about your problems than a close friend – don't ask me why, I don't really know." I shrugged. "But I promise I won't judge you, whatever you say."

"Thanks." She said quietly. I played with the snow at my feet while she gathered her thoughts, not even sure if she would say anything more to me at all.

Finally she broke the silence."I..."

I looked over at her. She was looking at the ground, twisting a pine needle between her fingers.

"I just feel scared, hopeless, angry, and almost strangely excited all at the same time." She told me in a rush, looking confused at herself. "I just don't understand."

Oh dear, I hope she doesn't expect me to be some sort of psychotherapist...

"Are you scared for Edmund?" I asked her, trying hard to understand. I didn't know what good I could do, but I was willing to try. Though I am around her age... It's not as if I'm some wise, old adult.

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but I am also angry at him... And at Peter, too."

I was slightly confused by this, but it did explain why she blamed him when Edmund ran off from the beavers' dam.

"Why are you angry at Peter? What did he do?" I asked, studying her face to see her reaction.

She pursed her lips, and I hoped I hadn't made her mad with my questions. She didn't seem the type to easily tell people her feelings.

"He was too hard on Edmund. Edmund got really upset when Dad left... You see, my father is fighting in the war." She said wistfully. I felt bad for her, and also wondered what it was like to have been living through World War II.

"I tried to understand how Edmund felt, but Peter acted like he should have behaved the same way as always, as if Dad were still home." She looked angry now, and I saw a small glimpse into what was happening inside her head.

"Susan," I told her quietly, "It's not Peter's fault for what happened to Edmund."

She met my gaze and I was surprised to see tears in her eyes, "I know that, but I can't help feeling like he could've tried harder."

I thought about it for a moment. "How did you feel when your Dad left?" I asked bluntly, hoping my idea would help her understand.

"Well... I felt scared, alone, and worried. I was really afraid, but I tried to be brave for Lucy and Edmund." She replied.

"Think about it." I said, "How do you think Peter felt? How would you feel if your mom left and you felt like you had to take her place and try to do everything she did?" She looked up at the sky, obviously thinking.

Her furrowed brow smoothed and her eyes widened. "I guess I never really thought of it that way." She said softly, glancing back at her sleeping siblings.

She turned back to me with a small smile. "Thank you, Eden. I hope you don't think I'm crazy or anything."

I shook my head, giggling. "No, not crazy... Just about normal." I said, smiling back at her. "Think you can sleep now?"

"I could if I wanted to, but I'm not really tired. If you want, I'll stay up and watch if you want to sleep." She offered, and I scrutinized her, trying to see if she was just saying it or really meaning it. I decided she meant it.

"Well, if you say so!" I said, collapsing onto the ground and curling up into a ball. I snuggled deeper into my coat and the last thought I had before falling asleep was:

Maybe being in Narnia isn't so bad after all.

Poor me... I mean Eden! XD Narnia might seem a little less nice in a few chapters.

I am not so sure about this chapter. I hope Susan and Peter (Especially Susan) didn't seem OOC (Out Of Character)! *looks worried*

Well anyway, review and tell me what I need to improve! :D

EDIT: Agh! I just noticed that when the computer messed up earlier, it took out some of the words and phrases I had put into the chapter! I edited it to add them back in. They aren't so important, but it did fix some of the mistakes (That it seems none of you noticed anyway :P ) like Crevan saying "But there are five of you." when there was only me, Susan, Peter, and Lucy.

Anyway, hope it sounds a little better now! Adios till the next chapter!