Peter left the room and went to find Mr. Tumnus. Thankfully, he didn't have to search long as of course, the faun was eating food with Lucy.

"Peter!" The youngest Queen ran over to Peter to give him another hug. The High King swept her off her feet, making the youngest shriek with delight. He loved Lucy so much- she was so warm and happy. "Put me down!"

"No!" Peter laughed, spinning around a few times to make her dizzy. "You said you wished to play earlier and so we are."

Lucy laughed some more and after a moment, he set her back on her feet. "You're so silly, Peter."

"I try," he bent down to her level, "your brother and sister are far too serious if you ask me."

"They are," Lucy agreed with a curt nod, "but we do our best to make them laugh."

"We do. Anyway, how is supper?"

"Delightful," Mr. Tumnus said, dipping his bread in some soup. "Warm. Just what we need for a cold winter's night."

"True," Peter did not miss the slight. "But when you are finished, I wish to go over the list for tomorrow's audiences. I assume you have it?"

"As always," Mr. Tumnus said, gesturing for Peter to sit with them. "You need some food as well."

"That I do," Peter couldn't remember the last time he ate. It may have been supper last night. "So, Lucy did you have fun today?"

"Yes," she said, only to sigh. "But it was rather lonely. Without Susan and Edmund, that is."

"I know. But maybe Susan can join us for audiences tomorrow. Did you play outside again today?"

"Yes!" Her eyes lit with excitement. "I showed Mr. Tumnus how to make a snowman! He's never made one before. Can you believe it?"

"I really can't," Peter replied.

"Imagine it," Lucy began, "all these years of winter and not one snowman!"

"That's very funny-"

"And I showed him how to make a snow angel," Lucy added, "I got my clothes all wet, so we had to go inside."

"I insisted," Mr. Tumnus noted, "I didn't want her to become ill as well."

"Thank you," Peter was pleased their dear friend was looking after their sister. "Anyway, when you are finished, Mr. Tumnus, please meet me in the library."

"Yes," Mr. Tumnus said. "I will be there shortly."

With this, Peter bid his sister good night and went off to the library to wait. While he did, he began digging around for anything regarding the Deep Magic. The magic Aslan had mentioned and Jadis commanded. However, an hour later, Peter came up with almost nothing. There was a book about the Stone Table and the traitors who died upon it, but that was it. In all honesty, Peter couldn't help but shudder as he read the accounts, but kept on reading, hoping there would be something useful.

"Peter."

The High King jumped at the sound of his name and turned to see Mr. Tumnus standing behind him.

"You summoned me?"

"Yes," Peter closed the book and put it back on the shelf. "I did."

"It's not about the audiences tomorrow, is it?" the faun asked once glancing at the library door to ensure it was closed.

"No," Peter hated how much he had been lying as of late. "it's not. We have a problem."

"Edmund?"

"Yes, but it's more than that." Peter glanced around the library again to make sure no one else was present. "From what I understand, It seems as though Jadis gave him her powers."

"What?" Mr. Tumnus looked rightfully worried and terrified. "What in Aslan's name do you mean?"

"The wand he broke," Peter wished Susan was there. She could have explained it better. "It cursed him. Now, he's so cold and pale. Mr. Tumnus, he looks exactly like her."

"No," the faun shook his head. "That's not possible."

"It is. I've seen it. I just-" Peter wished he could talk, but his voice was breaking. "Don't know what to do." He did his best to explain what happened the night before- the water, the screaming- "I was scared. I thought-"

Peter found himself enveloped in a warm hug. "It is all going to be all right."

"Yes, but," he hated he felt this way. "I thought I could protect all of them here, but I was wrong. Now, I know I- Mr. Tumnus, Susan thinks we should leave Narnia."

He heard the faun sigh after a moment of thought, "That may be the only solution, as sad a thought as it is."

"But I don't want to leave," Peter had made up his mind long ago that they were going to stay. "Because I can't go back. Not to that war."

"Lucy mentioned something about that as well when we first met, I believe."

"I suppose she did," Peter hated to talk about it. Not because he couldn't, but because he had to pretend it didn't scare him. He had to be the one who wasn't- because he had to be like Dad. "In our world, there's a war that's destroying everything. I don't know how it will end- with our luck, Germany will have taken over England when return. Imagine that, having to eat kraut and potatoes."

"Don't know what kraut is, but it doesn't sound pleasant."

"He's worse than the Witch," Peter muttered, not sure how to explain Adolf Hitler to a Narnian. "The man who wants to take over England, that is."

"Can you stop him?" Mr. Tumnus asked next.

"No," Peter stepped back, "we can't. In England, we're just four kids. Nothing special. Our Dad's away fighting in the war and I worry about him. I worry about him every day. I worry about Mum, all alone in the house, the bomb shelter- what if she's dead when we return? What will I do then, Mr. Tumnus? I can't look after my brother and sisters on my own. Not in Narnia and certainly not in England. I-I am a horrible brother. I get upset with them far too often and it's why Edmund hated me and- what if there isn't a world to return to? What if Hitler wins and there's nothing left? What do I do? I can't leave Narnia. Because if I do, I will know the answers to all my dreadful questions. I can't do that. I need to stay here, Mr. Tumnus."

"I understand," the faun took his hand in a gentle grasp. "Thank you for sharing your troubles with me."

"Am I a fool?" Peter asked next. "Being king takes my mind off all of this. Sometimes, I wonder if Susan is right. I'm merely playing a game and will realize one day that I did nothing truly important."

"I doubt that," Mr. Tumnus told him with a smile. "Now, let's go visit your brother, shall we?"

"I suppose we shall." Peter didn't want to reveal the truth of the curse to Mr. Tumnus, but knew it was most likely for the best. "This way."

A/N: I really like this chapter. But on another note, I don't think one can compare a fictional character to one of the most evil men to live, but since Peter is dealing with both Jadis and Hilter, I'll let him have his rambles. Speaking of, we're not done with WWII yet. Also, this and the last chapter title are from the song 'Drones' by Grandson. Reminds me of Peter. Go take a listen. Anyway, thanks for reading and please review.