Sierra's POV
We got to the river, and sure enough, the ice was cracking.

"We'll have to cross." I said firmly. Lucy turned to Mr. Beaver.
"Don't beavers make dams?" He blushed.
"I'm not that fast, dear." Peter stepped out onto the ice, and it cracked, nearly sending him under.
"Wait. Maybe I should go first." Mr. Beaver said.
"Maybe you should." Peter agreed, and he stepped out, smacking the ice with his tail.
"You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?" Mrs. Beaver scolded.
"Well, you never know which meal's gonna be your last! Especially with your cooking." We followed him, slowly. Then, Lucy looked up.
"Oh no!" My head shot up, and I saw the wolves running along the top of the waterfall.
"Run!" I screamed, and everyone tried to run, but the wolves got down there first. We turned to go back, but we were cornered. Mr. Beaver growled at a wolf, and it pinned him.

"No!" Mrs. Beaver cried, and Peter and I both drew our swords.
"Put that down, boy. Someone could get hurt. As for you, you never kill wolves." I snorted.
"Because I choose not to. I'm not afraid to, though." Mr. Beaver hollered at us.
"Don't worry about me! Run 'im through!" Maugrim chuckled at him.
"Leave now while you still can, and your brother leaves with you." Susan looked at Peter.
"Stop, Peter! Maybe we should listen to him!" Maugrim chuckled again.
"Smart girl." Mr. Beaver yelled again.
"Don't listen to him! Kill him! Kill him now!" Maugrim growled, backing us toward the edge.
"Oh, come on. This isn't your war. All my Queen wants is for you to take your family and go." Susan yelled at him again.
"Look, just because some man in a red coat hands you a sword, it doesn't make you a hero! Just drop it!" Mr. Beaver wasn't going to let him though.
"No, Peter! Narnia needs you! Gut him while you still have the chance!" Maugrim growled at us.
"What's it gonna be, Son of Adam? I won't wait forever. And neither will the river." Lucy looked up, and screamed, seeing the waterfall cracking. Peter looked up, and made his decision.

"Hold on to me!" He yelled, and stabbed his sword into the ice. I did the same thing, clinging to it. Then, the ice on the waterfall crumbled, sending us down the river on the piece of ice. We finally made it to the correct riverbank, and we climbed off. Peter turned to us, holding Lucy's coat, minus Lucy.

"What have you done?!" Susan screamed at him, and I saw the fear in his eyes.
"Lucy! Lucy!" She screamed, looking out at the river.
"Has anyone seen my coat?" Lucy came up the bank, shivering. I chuckled.
"You don't need to worry. Your brother's got you well looked after." Mrs. Beaver turned to us.
"And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore." We saw blooms on a tree, and we headed further into the woods, heading for the Stone Table.

Edmund's POV
We arrived at the river, but it was already thawed and pouring. It looked beautiful. Ginnabrik took his coat off.

"It's so warm out." He said, and the witch glared at him.
"I'll go check the sleigh." He walked away, and the wolves came up, and one had a red fox in its mouth.
"We found the traitor, your majesty. He was rallying your enemies near the Shuddering Wood." The Witch walked towards him as he was thrown to the ground.
"Ah. Nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Maybe you could help me now." The fox stood slowly, and looked at us.
"Forgive me, your majesty." She scoffed.
"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery." The fox smiled weakly.
"Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you." She looked at me, and then back at him.
"Well. Tell me something. Where is Aslan? Because this young man apparently doesn't know." The fox looked from me to her, but wouldn't speak.
"Well, then I have no more use for you." She raised her wand, but I couldn't let that happen, so I ran in front of her.
"Wait! The beavers said something about the Stone Table! And that there was an army there!" The fox looked at me sadly, and the witch smiled coldly.
"Well. I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty. Before he died!" She turned him into stone, then turned to me. She slapped me, and I tasted blood.
"Think about which side you're on, Edmund. Mine, or theirs?" She turned to the wolves.
"Call our people. Call out the dwarves, and the ogres, and the hags, and the trees that are on our side. If it's a war Aslan wants, it's a war he shall get."

Peter's POV
We arrived at the camp, and as we got closer, we could hear a horn being blown. As Sierra led us further into the camp, many of the fauns and centaurs and other creatures stopped what they were doing and followed us.

"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan asked. Lucy smiled.
"Maybe they think you look funny." They both giggled, and Mrs. Beaver was brushing her fur with her paw.
"Oi, stop your fussing! You look lovely." Mr. Beaver told her, and we arrived at the grandest of the tents. I looked back at Sierra who nodded to me. I stepped forward, facing the centaur who was there, and drew my sword. I swallowed, and spoke.

"We have come to see Aslan." When I finished saying that, everyone turned to the tent, and did the same thing as Sierra. She was bowing, and then he came out. Aslan came out of the tent. Susan, Lucy, and I copied what the others had done. Then, Aslan spoke.

"Welcome, Peter, Son of Adam. Welcome, Susan and Lucy, daughters of Eve. Welcome to you, Sierra, my daughter. And welcome to you, beavers. You have my thanks. But where is the fourth?" Everyone stood, and I sheathed my sword.
"That's the problem. Sir, we need your help. Our brother's been captured." Sierra bowed her head.
"Captured? How can this be?" Mr. Beaver spoke.
"He- betrayed them, your majesty." A gasp ran through the group, and a centaur spoke.
"Then he has betrayed us all!" Aslan gave a low growl.
"Peace, Oerius. I'm sure there's an explanation." I sighed.
"It was my fault, sir. I was too hard on him." Susan laid a hand on my shoulder. 
"We all were." She said, but I could see Sierra fighting not to say anything, and then it hit me. She was blaming herself for his betrayal. She thought it was her fault. Aslan turned to Sierra.
        
"Welcome back, daughter. I have missed you." She smiled slightly, bowing her head, and looked at her father with a clean in her eyes.
"I have missed you as well." He smiled, turning to me.
"When you have finished changing, you and Sierra need to come find me. I nodded, and Sierra led us to a couple of tents, and inside were clothes for the three of us. When I finished, I saw Sierra coming back in black leggings, brown leather boots, a navy blue tunic, and armour. She had her long hair back in a bun on her head, and she looked at me as she came over.

"Not bad. You look...you almost look a little older." I chuckled. 
"You look meaner. Where are we supposed to go?" She took off, and I did my best to keep up. We arrived at a cliff, and I saw the most beautiful sight ever from there. The sea, and I saw what looked like a palace on a cliff above the sea. We stood there for a minute, and then we heard Aslan coming up behind us.

"That is Cair Paravel, castle of the four thrones. One of which you, Peter, will sit as High King." I bowed my head, and Aslan could tell something was wrong.
"You doubt the prophecy?" I looked up at them.
           "No. That's just it! Aslan, I'm not all that you think I am." He chuckled.
           "Peter Pevensie. Formerly of Finchley. Sierra also mentioned that you planned on turning Mr. Beaver into a hat." We chuckled at that, and Sierra spoke up.
           "You did well. I have to admit, I was quite impressed by what you could do." I chuckled. That was shocking.
           "I didn't do much." She sighed.
           "No. But you did more than me. I failed. I've had a long time to prepare for this, and I failed. I was supposed to bring all four of you." Aslan gently nudged her ear.
           "No, you didn't. It is not time for the thrones to be filled. There is still time." She smiled.
           "Okay. If I may, I promised Susan I'd show her how to shoot. May I go?" Aslan nodded, and she took off. He almost sighed, watching her, and then turned back to me.
           "She was so young when it happened. Ever since the winter came, she's been different. When her parents were murdered, the witch thought it would break her spirit. She was wrong. It only strengthened her. And in the many years that she's been alive, she has faced more hardships that she should have. She has seen much death. I would caution you to be careful. Because of some things that happened when she was younger, she may almost be afraid of you." I gasped softly, and nodded.
          "Wow. I- I didn't know that." Aslan smiled sadly.
          "She's different around you and your sisters. She may even come to trust you someday. Maybe even see you as family." Then, we heard a horn.
           "That's Susan!" I took off running, and saw her, Sierra, and Lucy in a tree, just barely out of reach of the wolf. Sierra was laying on the ground, pinned by a wolf who was baring his teeth, ready to strike. I drew my sword as I ran.

            "Get back!" I yelled, swinging the sword at the wolf.
            "Oh, come on! Do we really have to go through this again? We both know you don't have it in you." Oerius came forward, swinging his sword.
            "No. Stay your weapons. This is Peter's battle." Aslan said, and I took a deep breath.
            "You may think you're a king. But you're going to die- like a dog!" As he said that, he jumped on me, and somehow, I stabbed him. I heard screams, and the wolf was rolled off of me. Susan and Lucy nearly strangled me in a hug, and Sierra was breathing heavily and nearly in tears. The other wolf jumped up, and took off.

           "Follow him. He will lead you to Edmund." The others took off, but Sierra didn't follow them. She headed for the field, and I couldn't find her after that. A couple hours later, the party still hadn't returned, and we had to head to bed. The next morning, we came out, and Aslan was talking with Edmund. Lucy smiled, and tried to run to him.

            "Edmund!" She called, but Sierra appeared and held her back.
            "Shh. They need to talk." Aslan turned to us, and then back to Edmund. He came down to us, and finally spoke.
            "I- I'm sorry." Before he could say anything more, the three of us squished him in a hug. A little later, we were eating, and he was going too fast, so Lucy giggled.
            "Narnia's not going to run out of toast, Ed." They laughed.
            "No. But I'm sure they'll pack something up for the journey back." I said, and Sierra gave me a look.
            "Journey back? You're leaving?" I sighed.
            "No. But they are. I promised mum I'd take care of them, and that's what I'm going to do." She growled.
            "But Narnia needs you. All of you." Edmund looked up.
            "She's right. Look, I've seen what the witch can do, and I've helped her do it. We can't just leave them to that kind of a fate." Susan got up.
            "Well, that settles it, then." I looked at her, confused.
            "Where are you going?" She picked up her bow and quiver.
            "To get in some practice." Edmund and I went with Sierra, and took our swords. She taught us how to fight on horseback, and she was my horse. That was slightly awkward.
            "Come on, Ed. Sword point up! Like Sierra showed us!" Mr. Beaver came up to us.
            "Whoa, horsie!" Edmund called, as we stopped.
            "My name is Phillip." Edmund blushed, apologizing.
           "Peter! Edmund! Where's Sierra?" She changed back, throwing me to the ground.
           "Right. The Witch has demanded a meeting with Aslan!" We looked at each other, horrified.
           "She's on her way here!"