A/N: Just to let you know, the last chapter was edited a bit. You'll see the reason why if you go back and read the Author's Note at the end of the last chapter.

King of Kings' Daughter: That sounds really funny about what happened to you and your sister! And no, I don't especially like Peter (or William M). I mean, he's cool and everything, but my favourite character is definitely Edmund! XD I hope I didn't make my character seem like she liked Peter, or vice versa... If I did, it was totally accidental! ;)

Queen Su: Oops... Sorry about the description issue! I was being a lazy writer, but I fixed it so it sounded a little better. Also, I am sooo glad that you thought Susan was in character! And I am again sorry about Peter being OOC, even if he was only a little bit. Hope this chapter is better than the last, and if you have any suggestions, please tell me!

justplaincrazy: Ooh! I am really happy to hear that you think she is starting to fit in more. And I agree that Crevan is awesome! He might show up later (Maybe, and if so it will probably be towards the end) so keep your eyes open. :D

Queen Lani Kaulitz the Hyper: Good! I am very glad to hear that Peter and Susan didn't seem OOC. I was pretty worried about that (Well, as worried as one can be about a fanfic... Which now that I think about it, can actually be alot!). XD

I was in the middle of a house, sitting in a very comfortable chair. The room looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

I looked down and saw something rather strange on my lap. It looked like two squares attached together with a picture on the top one, and lots of letters on the bottom one. I started to press the letters and, as I did so, they appeared on the top and made words, though I couldn't make out what they were. For some reason, this activity made me very happy.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was my mom. "It's time to get up." She said, and I looked back at the strange object on my lap. "I'm almost done with the chapter. Just five more minutes!" I begged her, starting to press the odd letters with more speed.

Again, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up impatiently and saw that the whole room had turned pitch-black. "What the...?" I exclaimed, and tried to get up from the chair, only to find myself laying on the ground. I rolled over and...

Planted my face directly into the snow. Screeching and brushing the freezing slush off, I shot up from my place on the ground and looked around wildly. I was still in Narnia, in the middle of a thick forest, and I was sitting right by a little fire that was burning brightly. The sun was just beginning to rise over the distant hills, and only a few warm rays reached us. Mrs. Beaver stood beside the fire, holding something that looked a little like a melted piece of moldy bread.

"Good morning, dear." She said, chuckling. "I'm glad you're finally up. You would have missed breakfast if you'd slept a moment later."

I glanced around, trying to blink away the blurriness of sleep. Mr. Beaver was sitting down, eating what appeared to be the same thing that Mrs. Beaver was holding (and he looked like he enjoyed it too!), and I saw Peter, Susan, and Lucy sitting a few feet away. They weren't holding anything, so I wagered that they had already finished their breakfast.

I stood up and stretched, yawning until I was out of breath.

Lucy looked over at me and smiled. "Good morning, Eden!" Susan and Peter glanced up and bid me a good morning as well.

"Yeah, good mornin' to y'all." I drawled tiredly, momentarily slipping into a Southern accent (Southern U.S. that is).

I started to walk over, but Mrs. Beaver stopped me. "Don't forget your breakfast, dear!" She said, and handed me the odd looking piece of bread.

I grimaced and shuffled over to the Pevensies, holding the bread up to my nose and sniffing cautiously. I gagged, but managed to keep the contents of my stomach where they belonged.

Lucy noticed my reaction and giggled. I sat down beside her. "Am I supposed to eat this?" I asked, looking at it in disgust.

"It's not so bad." Peter said, greatly emphasizing the word 'so'. I raised my eyebrows worriedly, and Susan gave me a sympathetic look.

"It is pretty bad, but once you get past the first bite, it goes down a bit easier." She whispered, trying to make sure Mrs. Beaver didn't hear.

I looked at the piece of bread, debating on whether I should eat it or not. I could just bury it in the snow! Yeah, that's an idea... But then I'd probably starve and die anyway. Ugh. Well, here it goes.

I took a huge bite out of the side of the slice, and my face contorted into a look of repulsion. It tasted like a piece of Limburger cheese combined with rotten onions and a few cabinets for good measure (And trust me, cabinets don't taste good. They're all wood, furniture polish, and glue. How do I know this? Don't ask – it's far too long a tale).

I sat there for a few moments choking, until I finally forced the gunk down my throat. "What's in this thing?" I croaked out.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Beaver overheard my question and took the liberty of answering it.

"Why it's made of good, old piquant wheat, maple wood (from a non-talking tree, of course), willow cambium (again, from a non-talking tree), and fermented kakreon berries." She said cheerfully.

I, however, was not so cheerful. I put my hand over my mouth, cringing at the new knowledge of what I had just eaten, and turned to the three Pevensie siblings who were looking a bit green as well.

"I CANNOT eat this." I whispered, looking back to see if Mrs. Beaver was watching. She was talking to Mr. Beaver, unaware that I was even thinking about her bread. I turned back to the Pevensies. "How on EARTH – I mean, how in NARNIA did you manage to eat that whole piece?"

Peter's face contorted, as if reliving a trauma. "Just swallow it quickly, and then eat some snow to wash away the taste."

I looked up at the sky. Lord God, please don't let me die trying to eat this thing. I closed my eyes, quickly bit off a huge chunk, chewed for a few revolting seconds, and then swallowed quickly as Peter had told me. I then grabbed some snow off the ground and shoved it into my mouth, letting it melt and wash away the horrid aftertaste. After that, I repeated the process once more, and fell back onto ground relieved.

"It's over." I sighed happily. Mrs. Beaver trotted over to us, and I was worried that she had heard part of our conversation.

"It's time to get going now. Are you ready, dears?" She asked us, and I sat up quickly and nodded.

"We're ready too, Mrs. Beaver." Susan told her, standing up and walking back over to the fire. I followed her, wanting to warm my hands before we left.

I was holding my hands over the fire, getting them nice and toasty, when Mr. Beaver called out, "All right you four! Let's get movin'!"

I ran to catch up with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, who were starting to walk directly east. I dearly hope today won't be as 'exciting' as yesterday. I'm beginning to think that excitement is really overrated.

Me, the Pevensies, and the beavers walked for a while silently. As we traveled through the quiet forest, I tried to pass the time by mentally reciting poetry.

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright,

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye,

could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Unfortunately that was the only stanza I knew from the poem, and I had no clue as to what it meant. Hmm... maybe it's a legend about some tiger that got caught on fire and no one could catch it to put it out? Agh... Who knows.

I gave up on that poem and decided some Shakespeare might be interesting.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.

Meh... Beautiful, but too romantic. Not that I don't love a good romance, but when it gets as extreme as Romeo and Juliet, it's simply not plausible anymore.

I soon got bored with poetry and started to whistle For Elise. We walked and walked for a rather long while and I was in my twelfth repeat of the song when someone interrupted the long silence we had been walking in.

"Eden, do you really have to keep whistling that song over and over?" Peter asked irritably. Boy, someone needs a nap!

"Well, what else can I do? I am soooooo bored!" I complained, kicking at the snow and watching it fly up into the air and float back down.

"Why don't you just... think?" He suggested tiredly, "Anything but whistling, please."

"Sorry, I had no idea it was bothering you so much." I said with a slightly sarcastic tone, which I hoped no one had picked up on.

But someone did.

"I hope I don't hear you children fighting back there!" Mrs. Beaver called back to us. I glanced at Peter, raising my eyebrows.

"We weren't fighting, Mrs. Beaver. We were just having a little disagreement." He said looking over at me to see if I agreed. Seeing if I will agree that we disagreed? Ironic, aye?

I shrugged and we kept on walking. Suddenly, Mr. Beaver stopped and turned back to us.

"There's a stone bridge ahead that we have'ta cross. It's safe, but pretty narrow, so be careful." He said to us, walking forward again.

Mrs. Beaver came back to walk with us. "The bridge has an amazing view. You can see almost all of Narnia!" She exclaimed, and I was rather excited to see. I wonder how big Narnia really is?

We quickly got to the stone bridge, and when I discovered that it was actually natural, not man-made, (or creature-made in this case) my whole perspective of it changed.

What if it's unstable? I panicked. What if it falls while we're on it? What if we...

"Come on, ev'ryone!" Mr. Beaver called back. He was already standing in the middle of the perilous looking stone arch.

I gulped, but followed the others, who were already traipsing across it. Like it's the easiest thing in the world. Hah!

I stopped cautiously in the middle, standing next to Lucy. I stared open-mouthed at the marvelous view. It's just magnificent!

"Aslan's camp is near the Stone Table, just across the frozen river. We should get there before dark." Mr. Beaver said, pointing to the southeast.

I looked in that direction, but didn't see anything except trees, hills, and a huge frozen lake that stretched out before us.

"I don't see a river. Is it big? 'Cause I don't especially think I'd like to swim in this weather." I blurted out hurriedly; just thinking about swimming in the snow made me shiver.

Mrs. Beaver shook her head, chuckling. "Oh, the river's been frozen solid for a hundred years! Don't worry, you won't be getting your feet wet today."

"It's so far." Susan breathed, looking out towards the horizon. Hmm... It doesn't look far to me! But then again, I didn't enter Narnia through a six foot tall wardrobe.

"It's the world, dear." Mrs. Beaver said, glancing up at her with amused eyes. "Did you expect it to be small?"

Susan shrugged, but leaned towards Peter and whispered, "Smaller."

We continued our trek, climbing down the steep slope on the other side of the stone bridge, hiking through a bit more forest, and ending up marching across the frozen lake.

I trudged through the snow, walking in the back of the group. Peter and Lucy were in front of me, then Susan, and in front of her were the two beavers.

"Hurry up! We don't 'ave forever ya know." Mr. Beaver yelled back to us. I heaved a long, drawn-out sigh, wishing I had been holding my MP3 player when I fell into Narnia.

I skipped up next to Lucy and Peter. "You want to play '20 Questions'?" I asked her, desperate out of boredom. Wow, Eden. You're sounding really whiny. You'd better be quiet before I get mad at you, I reprimanded myself, wondering what others would think if they heard me talking to myself.

"What's '20 Questions'?" asked Lucy innocently. She didn't know that nearly every time I played this, I won... one way or another. I snickered evilly (well, as evilly as I could, which wasn't very).

"Basically, I have to think of something, and you have to guess what it is. Except, you can only ask questions that have 'yes' or 'no' answers. Like: "Is it blue?" or "Is it a type of gem?". And you can only ask 20 questions. Hence the name." I explained, trying to make it sound fun.

Lucy smiled, and said, "Alright, let's play." I tried to think of something wouldn't be too hard for a first time player like her to guess, but also something that wouldn't be too easy.

Aha! Perfect.

"Okay, I've thought of it. Ask your first question." I grinned, wondering what it would be.

She thought for a moment before asking, "Is it an animal?"

I shook my head. "Nope. You have 19 more questions left."

She started to think again. "Is it a person?" She asked curiously.

"Nope." I replied.

She pushed her hair behind her ear. "Is it a machine?"

"Nope."

Mr. Beaver, not even bothering to look back (as it would probably waste too much time), shouted, "Come on, keep going!" I walked faster and waited for Lucy's next question.

"Is it a plant?"

"Nope."

"Is it white?" She asked randomly.

I grudgingly replied, "Yes. You have 16 more questions left."

"Is it soft?" She questioned. I half-nodded, half-shrugged.

"Is it cold?" She asked, and again I nodded. She smiled triumphantly, and I knew she had the answer.

"Is it snow?" She inquired eagerly. I nodded for the millionth time and smiled reluctantly, but then broke into a real grin.

"You won! Mazel tov!" I congratulated her, and she looked at me strangely. I then realized that she probably had no idea what it meant.

"It means congratulations." I explained to her, and she smiled understandingly. I made a mental note not to quote movies when in the company of someone from the 40's.

"Hurry up, humans! While we're still young!" Mr. Beaver yelled back, and I rolled my eyes. Peter bent down and Lucy climbed onto his back.

I wish I could have a piggy-back ride right now, I thought, and my aching legs agreed with me.

"If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big, fluffy hat." Peter exclaimed, humorously exasperated.

Lucy giggled, and I would have too if Mr. Beaver hadn't shouted again, "Hurry up! Come on!"

I walked faster and started to stomp jokingly. "Can't he just be quiet?" I asked, and then turned to Peter.

"If you do decide to make him into a hat, then tell me, 'cause I wanna help." I sighed tiredly. I looked over my shoulder to see to see how Susan was doing.

She seemed fine, just a bit tired as all of us were. Suddenly, I noticed something moving behind her. It was somebody driving a sleigh!

"Who's that in the sleigh?" I yelled up to Mr. and Mrs. Beaver, who both immediately whirled around.

"It's her! Run!" Mrs. Beaver cried, starting to run. Mr. Beaver looked back at us, motioning for us to move quicker. HER? The witch? Oh joy!

"RUN!" he shouted at us, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the sleigh that was quickly gaining on us. Lucy jumped off of Peter's back and we all ran as fast as possible to the forest on the other side of the lake.

Which, just for your information, looked very far away. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!

Lucy slipped, and nearly fell, but I grabbed the back of her coat and pulled her up, determined to make sure she didn't fall this time.

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I thought over and over, hoping beyond hope that the Witch wouldn't catch us. I super-calli-fragilistic-expi-alidocious don't want to die!

We just barely made it into the woods, the White Witch hot on our trail. Mr. Beaver motioned towards a small cave and yelled, "Inside! Quick, quick!"

Peter, Susan, Lucy and Mrs. Beaver all disappeared. He then waited for for me to get in, and I was almost there when suddenly I felt something sweep my feet out from beneath me and I flipped over onto the ground, well out of reach of the cave.

Mr. Beaver looked at me in horror, seemingly frozen in his place, torn between helping an innocent though unimportant human, or keeping the future king and queens of Narnia safe.

"Go!" I whispered as I heard the sleigh come up behind me and stop. Mr. Beaver scurried into the cave. The soft crunch of footsteps in the snow came towards me. I closed my eyes and waited for sudden death. Will I soon feel a knife slicing through my heart? Or maybe I'll feel myself quickly yet painfully turn to stone? Or maybe I'll be taken prisoner and burned alive at the stake... What a heroic way to die. But an extremely painful way.

But the pain I expected didn't come.

Instead, I felt a warm hand on my face and a kind voice saying:

"Are you alright, dear girl? You took a nasty fall."

I opened my eyes.

Ooohhh, a cliffhanger! XD Well, not really, but it's close enough. :P I hope you liked this chapter, although it was a bit boring.

The next one should be pretty exciting... I think. ;)

Well, read and review and another chapter I'll give you! :D