Author's Note: Hello! Marie alive and kicking again with Chapter 11! So horribly sorry to keep you waiting for so long; this chapter had be stumped for a while, but no longer! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: While I have a lovely copy of both the books and the films, I do not own either.

While Susan and Lucy went to explore one of the nearby streams, I stayed at the camp to do a little exploring of my own. I kept my sword around my waist and my bow and arrows on my back, as Peter recommended. As I wandered, I managed to find myself in the midst of the Narnian camp, returning as many smiles and greetings as I could before ducking into a rather large tent.

I was quick to discover that it was the armoury.

There were swords of every size with hilts of every color and design imaginable lining one wall; the wall opposite to it was covered with long bows and matching quivers. The wall with the swords had several tables with shields of varying sizes-all bearing the Narnian crest-on them. The other side had tables with arrows and bowstrings.

"Be careful," a deep voice rumbled.

It took me a moment to understand the warning: the side of the tent I happened to enter had axes piled high on either side of the doorway, so I had to step gingerly to avoid toppling one of the stacks over. "Thank you," I said quickly, looking up at the very tall centaur I recognized as Oreius, the one I stood by earlier today.

"My lord Aslan has requested that I teach you about the forest you shall be watching over," Oreius said, his hooves gently hitting the ground as he walked over towards me.

"I am honoured," I replied, grateful that I would have some guidance in my new role. "For a moment there I thought he was going to have me figure this out all on my own."

Oreius smiled. "He will never present you with a task without giving you every thing you need, my lady."

I sighed, trying to let it all sink in. "Where shall we start?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but he stopped, listening to the sound of a horn.

I felt my eyes widen. "Susan! She's in trouble!"

"Do you remember where she went?" Orieus asked.

I closed my eyes, trying to think. "By...by one of the streams. It's not too far from here; Lucy's with her."

"We must hurry. Quickly, with me." He held out his large hand, and I took it; he then pulled me onto his back. "Hang on!" the centaur instructed, and we charged out of the tent to join another group of Narnian warriors headed towards the direction of the sound.

As I peered around Oreius' waist, I saw a familiar golden shape ahead of us. "Aslan," I whispered, watching the Lion charge through the forest for a moment before I lost him in the underbrush.

"Come on!" I heard a familiar voice from across the stream-Maugrim. "We've already been through this before. We both know you don't have it in you!"

"Peter! Watch out!" Susan exclaimed.

Suddenly, there was a a whimper from one of the wolves as Aslan trapped it under his massive paw as I emerged with my fellow Narnians, all our weapons gleaming.

"No! Stay your weapons!" the Lion growled. "This is Peter's battle." Peter walked towards Maugrim, sword still pointed as the wolf sneered.

"You may think you're a king. But you're going to die, like a dog!" Maugrim lunged for Peter as Susan and Lucy screamed, jumping out of the tree as I slid off of Oreius and rushed to Peter's side. We all rolled the wolf off of him, revealing that Maugrim was dead and Peter was unscathed, and just as shocked as we were. As he pulled us all into a tight embrace, Aslan released the wolf he held under his paw.

"After him!" he called as it whimpered and scampered away with its tail tucked, "He will lead you to Edmund."

"Lady Isabelle," a faun called as a few cheetahs began to tail the retreating wolf, "will you join us?"

I looked from the faun to Aslan, searching for what would be the wisest choice. "Edmund would want to see a familiar face," the Lion offered softly, nodding.

I turned back to the faun and to Oreius. "I don't think I can run fast enough to keep up..." I began.

Oreius shook his head, holding out his hand as an invitation. "You will not have to, my lady."

With one last smile towards my friends, I took the centaur's hand.

Night was beginning to fall by the time we neared the boarders of the White Witch's camp. "Where could he be?" I whispered nervously, unsure of what to do.

"He will be near the center of the camp; where most captives are kept," Orieus explained.

"Maybe tied to a tree or something?" I suggested.

"Most likely," the centaur approved, motioning for me to be quiet as he drew his sword, handing me a small knife as the fauns readied their weapons. I waited on baited breath for a few moments as the wolf ran into the camp.

Motioning the rest of them forward, Oreius led the charge for the Narnians, catching all in the Witch's camp by surprise. I could see the shock on a variety of faces as they turned from their tasks to see the disturbance we were creating. Oreius led me to a tree, letting me slide off quickly, grunting a little as I hit the ground. Keeping my cover, I started to saw away on the ropes that tied the prisoner, looking over at him with a smile.

"Hello there," I began.

Edmund's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?!"

I mock-scoffed. "Oh, that's it? No 'Thanks for coming to rescue me; sorry I acted like an unmitigated and comprehensive arse! Can we still be friends?' 'What are you doing here?' he says!"

"I was getting to that!" He protested as the ropes fell away.

"Only joking," I smiled, holding out my hand to help him up right as Oreius approached us. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

Relief washed over Edmund's features. "Please," he whispered. The centaur took Edmund's hand and hoisted him on; I followed as protests and shouts from the Witch's army filled the air; the fauns had done significant damage to their whatever her army had been trying to forge.

"Cheerio!" I piped as Oreius turned, leading our troop away.

I snapped my head up yet again as it bumped Edmund's shoulder.

Giving that we had practically destroyed the Witch's camp and kidnapped her prisoner, Oreius insisted that we keep traveling until we made it to Aslan's camp.

I tried as best as I could to glance at Edmund. He seemed to be sleeping; his head gently bumping the centaur's back as we rode. I had wrapped my arms around his waist to steady him; when I had at first, he felt like ice. Eventually, though, he started to feel...warm. Alive, even. I sighed, giving in to my fatigue and laying my head on Edmund's back again.

As the first rays of sunlight touched my face, I felt a smile tug on my lips as I realized something.

We had Edmund back.

A virtual cookie to those who got that Pride and Prejudice reference ;)

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