Sierra's POV
Somehow, we managed to get back to the dam, and we crashed through the door, scaring poor Mrs. Beaver half to death.

"Hurry mother, they're after us!" Mr. Beaver called. She nearly panicked, grabbing a couple of bags.
"Oh! Right then!" Peter looked stunned, and I went to help her.
"What's she doing?!" He asked, and Mr. Beaver shrugged.
"Oh, you'll thank me later. It's a long journey to the Stone Table, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry." I rolled my eyes, shoving food into the bag.
"I'm cranky now!" He snapped, and somehow, we finished just as the wolves started tearing at the dam. Mr. Beaver opened a trapdoor, and we all went into a tunnel.

"Badger and I dug this; comes out right near his place." Mrs. Beaver groaned.
"You said it led to your mum's!" Then, Lucy tripped, and Peter and I caught her.
"They're in the tunnel!" She whispered, frantic.
"Go! Move, move! Hurry!" I called, and we barreled down, climbing a rope ladder, and Peter and I rolled a couple barrels in front of the opening. Lucy was backing away, and she tripped over something. I knelt down, and saw that they were animals. Mr. Beaver was standing beside a stone badger, and Mrs. Beaver came over to him.

"I'm so sorry dear." He put his paw on her arm.
"He was my best mate." Lucy looked around at the animals.
"What happened here?" Then, we heard another voice.
"This is what becomes of those who cross the witch." A red fox was in the clearing, and Mr. Beaver was mad.
"Take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters!" The fox chuckled, coming over.
"Relax. I'm one of the good guys." Mr. Beaver snorted.
"Yeah? Well, you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones!" The fox hung his head slightly.
"An unfortunate family resemblance. But we can argue breeding later. Right now, we've got to move." Then, we heard the wolves again, and I turned to him, and Peter and I spoke at the exact same time.
"What did you have in mind?" We looked at each other, and other looked away, blushing. A few moments later, all of us were up on the tree. I had morphed into a Griffin, flying everyone up there, and I was last, so I got stuck beside Peter as we watched the events below. The fox finished brushing away our footprints and claw marks just as the wolves got through.

"Greetings, gents! Lost something have we?" Maugrim growled.
"Don't patronize me! I know where your allegiance lies! We're looking for some humans." He chuckled nervously.
"Humans? In Narnia? Well, that's a valuable bit of information, isn't it?" Maugrim nodded slightly, and another wolf jumped forward, clamping his jaws around the fox's neck. We could hear a cracking sound, even from way up here. I gasped, nearly jumping down, but Peter clamped a hand over my mouth and grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to him. I pulled his hand off my mouth, and watched.

"Which way did they go? Your reward is your life. It's not much, but..." He was breathing heavily, and every word was a struggle.
"North. They ran north." Maugrim growled.
"Smell them out!" The wolves took off, throwing the fox off to the side, where he lay still. A little while later, we were all situated by a fire, where Mrs. Beaver was cleaning the fox's wound.

"Are you all right?" I asked, after he yelped.
"Well, I wish I could say their bark was worse that their bite...Ow!" He yelped again, and Mrs. Beaver scolded him.
"Stop that! You're worse than Beaver on bath day!" He shuddered.
"Worst day of the year." He told us. The fox climbed to his feet.
"Well, that's all the healing I have time for. I must be off. It was a pleasure to meet you, your majesties, and you as well, Sierra. Your father sends his wishes, and has asked me to gather recruits for the army." I nodded before Peter or Susan could speak.
"Thank you. If you see him again before I do, tell him that I am on my way." He nodded, and took off. I sighed. If only I could just see my father again, and hear him say how proud he is of me, just one more time. We were finally almost there.

Susan's POV
We came to a cliff overlooking the river, which was beautiful.
"There we are. We just have to cross the river, and we'll practically be there!" Mr. Beaver said happily.
"It's so far." Peter said, awestruck.
"It's the world, dear. Did you expect it to be small?" Mrs. Beaver asked.
"Smaller." I said, glaring at Peter. But, I still followed them down the cliff and even closer towards the Stone Table.

Edmund's POV
I sat in the freezing cold cell, trying to gnawing at the frozen bread I had been given, and I finally have up. I tried the cup of water. Frozen solid. I heard a voice.
"If- if you're not going to eat that..." I saw a faun, and scooted toward him
"I'd get up, but my legs...." I handed him the bread, which he chewed gratefully.
"Tumnus?" I asked quietly, and he nodded.
"You know Lucy?" He asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I nodded.
"She's my sister." He nodded again, finishing the bread.
"You have the same nose. Tell me, is she alright? Is your sister safe?" I bowed my head.
"I don't know. Bus she was with someone.....Sierra, was her name." He smiled weakly, and nodded.
"She's safe." He whispered. We heard footsteps, and scooted away from each other. The Witch came in, furious.
"My wolves tore that dam apart, and they found nothing. Your little family was nowhere to be found." I closed my eyes, relieved. She grabbed my collar, lifting me off the ground.
"Where are they?" I was scared now.
"You- you can't expect him to know, your majesty. He's just a boy." Tumnus scrambled, trying to help me.
"Silence!" She glared at him, and he backed off.
"Well, if you don't know, then you are of no further use to me." She raised her wand, and I scrambled for words.
"The- the beavers said something about going to meet Aslan, and something about the prophecy. There was another girl with them! A blond haired girl, who could change shape!" I saw a hint of fear in her eyes, and she dropped me, turning to the ogre that had come with her.

"Guard! Release the faun." He moaned a reply, and stumbled over to him, banging on the shackles, and breaking them open. He dragged him over to her, dropping him at her feet, and she pointed her wand at him.

"Do you know why you're here, faun?" He struggled for breath, then answered.
"Because I believe in a free Narnia." She smiled wickedly, then as she spoke, pointed her wand at me.
"You are here, because he turned you in." She turned to the ogre.
"Take him to the courtyard. Then, ready my sleigh. Edmund misses his family." Tumnus gave me a look of hurt as they dragged him away, and the doors slammed, leaving me alone. A few minutes later, Ginnabrik, the dwarf, came to get me, taking me to the courtyard. I saw a new statue by the steps. A faun, his face frozen in an expression of horror, and his hand out.

"When you're ready, Son of Adam." I climbed in, sitting on the floor of the sleigh. This was going to be a long ride.

Peter's POV
We trudged along, with Mr. Beaver hollering back at us to hurry up half a million times.

"Come on humans! While we're still young!" I lifted Lucy onto my back, groaning at the beaver.
"If he tells us to hurry up one more time, I'm going to turn him into a big, fluffy hat!" We had only gone a couple more steps, when again, he yelled.
"Hurry up!" I growled.
"He is getting a little bossy." Then, we heard Mrs. Beaver.
"No! Behind you! It's her!" We heard sleigh bells, and Sierra turned into a lioness, and we jumped on her, and she grabbed the beavers on her mouth, running fast as her legs would go. We came to a small dugout, and she dumped us all in there, and she changed back, breathing heavily.

"I'll go up and see who it is." I said, starting to get up.
"No!" She whispered.
"You're worth nothing to Narnia dead!" I grabbed her wrist.
"Neither are you." I said, looking her right in the eyes. She pulled out a knife, and crawled out.
"Thank you. Narnia needs you more than they do me." She changed into a chipmunk, scampering up. Silence. Then, out of nowhere, a wolf's head popped down right in front of us, and I did the smart thing. I punched it. The wolf tumbled down, changing as it did. Sierra. I felt my face burning, and I helped her up.

"Sorry. I guess I deserved that. It's not her. It's someone else, who I think you'll enjoy seeing." We followed her up, and saw an old man, with white hair and a beard standing beside a beautiful sleigh. Lucy grinned.
"Merry Christmas, sir!" She said, and he chuckled.
"It certainly is, Lucy. Now that you've arrived." Susan looked at us, disbelief written across her face.
"Alright, I've put up with a lot since we got here, but this? I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia?" Sierra smiled broadly, and Father Christmas answered.
"There wasn't. Not for a hundred years. But, the hope that you've given, it's finally started to weaken the witch's power. I remember giving you a stuffed lion when you were ten, Sierra." She chuckled, a wistful smile on her face.
"That was a long time ago. It was given to a little faun that was afraid of the dark." He chuckled.
"Yes...Still. I daresay you could do with these." He pulled a giant bag out, and Lucy ran forward.
"Presents!" He pulled out a glass vial and small sheath.
"The dagger is to defend yourself. That cordial is made from the juice of a firefly, and it will cure any injury." She smile.
"Thank you sir, but I think I could be brave enough." He chuckled again.
"I'm sure you could, but that's not the point. Battles are ugly affairs." She came back to me, looking at the dagger.
"Susan." She stepped forward, and he handed her a bow, quiver of arrows, and a horn.
"Trust in this bow, and it will not easily miss. And when you blow this horn, wherever you are, help will find you." She looked slightly confused.
"What happened to 'battles are ugly affairs?" He chuckled, and looked at Sierra, and she stepped forward.
"My dear, those knives will not be sufficient for the coming battle." He handed also handed her a bow and quiver, but instead of a horn, she received a sword, complete with sheath.
"The sword is called Thil Galel, daughter of the light. I thought it an appropriate name for the sword that belongs to Aslan's daughter." She smiled, and stepped back. He pulled out another sword, this time with a shield.
"Peter. Use these well, for they are tools, not toys." I drew the sword, admiring it in the sunlight.
"And now, I must be off. The winter is almost over, and I have more stops to make. Long Live Aslan, the one true King!" He climbed into the sleigh, as we waved him off.
"Told you he was real." Lucy said, sticking her tongue out at Susan. Sierra looked at me, worried.
"He said winter is almost over. You know what that means. No more ice. We still have to cross the river."