Heart of Gold |Peter Pevensie|

"But he's our brother!"

We sprinted outside grabbing our coats and pulling them on as we ran in the snow.

We followed the semi-fresh footprints sprinting our breath visible.

"Milo I know this way." I looked at him worriedly.

"I know Mar,"

We came to a screeching halt when the snow queens castle was visible. We could see Edmund a long distance away going to enter the castle.

"Edmund!" Peter shouted.

"Shhhh!" Milo, Mr. Beaver and I said frantically.

Peter ran to get Edmund but I pulled him back.

"Get off!"

"You can't Peter." I pulled him down.

"But he's our brother!" Lucy exclaimed.

"He's the bait!" Mr. Beaver yelled over us.

That shut everyone up, Peter relaxed under my grip and I let go.

"The bait for what?" Susan asked.

"To get all six of ya! To kill ya!" Mr. Beaver exclaimed.

Silence echoed for three dreaded seconds.

"This is all your fault!" Susan suddenly exclaimed at Peter.

"My fault!? How is this my fault!"

"If you'd just listen to me!-" But her gazed turned to Milo and I.

"No, it's all their fault!"

"How is our fault!" Milo yelled back.

"You knew what was going on this whole time! If you would have just told us!"

"STOP IT!!!" Lucy and I yelled.

"This isn't going to help Edmund," Lucy said worriedly her voice softer than the rest.

"She's right. The only thing that can help him now is-" Mr. Beaver started.

"Aslan." Milo and I finished.

"Take us to him."

"Shhhh," I hushed everyone and they stared at me quizzically.

I knew Mr. Beaver and Milo heard it too. Milo looked at me his eyes widened.

"Run!" He shouted and everyone took off running back to the house.

I stayed behind everyone spreading my hands out. "Come on!" I whispered to himself and I watched the footprints fill with snow similar to a hole filling with water. I smiled at my success and ran behind everyone but there wasn't anything I could do to cover the sent.

We ran into the Beavers dam.

"Hurry there after us!" Mr. Beaver shouted watching his wife pick up jam.

Susan and her started gathering stuff.

"We have to go!" I exclaimed.

"You will be thanking me later, Beaver gets really cranky without breakfast," Mrs. Beaver said,

"I am cranky now!" He retorted.

"Do you think we will need jam?" Susan asked.

"Only if the witch serves toast." Peter smiled.

I small laugh escaped my lips.

But a scratching noise made the room go
silent.

"Hurry in here!" Mr. Beaver shouted opening a hatch in the floor.