A faint rustle of leaves are heard in the breeze. Crunch. Crunch.
Footsteps sound through the near tangible atmosphere. Mr. Tumnus breathes out, walking slowly, the pace of a dying man. His eyes welled with tears as he remembered the conversation.
"Welcome." She said, her voice cold as ice. The witch's hair, as white as the snow she loved, blew slightly though there wasn't any wind. Here eyes were soulless, emotionless, and her very presence froze the Faun to his core.
"Your m-majesty." He stuttered, inclining his head.
"Sit." The White Witch bit out, her voice melodic, enchanting, and very, very severe. Tumnus did as he was told with out a slight hesitation. The chair was uncomfortable, but it was better then standing. He had begun to think he would faint and fall over.
"Mister Tumnus, Faun. Do you know why you were called here?"
"N-no, your majesty."
"I have a favor to ask of you." The Faun's eyes widened, surprised. Surely he had misheard her! He had been sure he was here to be punished – maybe even turned to stone!
"You will do it." The witch stated clearly, lovingly glancing at the dagger he hadn't noticed was in her hand. He nodded feverently. It was cowardly, but he would do anything. Mr. Tumnus did not wish to die.
"Yes, your majesty." He repeated for the third time that day. The witch turned on her heel and moved the the window, looking outside at the frozen wasteland that was once the great country of Narnia.
"You are aware of the prophecy, and the four thrones?" Unaware of the direction the conversation, if it could be even called that, was headed, the faun nodded.
"Good. If any Sons of Adam or Daughters of Eve run into this land – you are to bring them to me. Dead...or alive." The faun swallowed noisily. Kill them if he couldn't convince then? Oh dear Aslan; what had he gotten himself into?
"Understand this now faun. If you find one and let it go – not only will you be turned to stone, but all your friends and family too." She whispered, turning around to put her ice-blue lips next to the terrified creatures ears.
"Y-yes your m-majesty."
"Good. Now get out of my sight."
Mr. Tumnus shivered once more, recalling the terrible power just radiating off the wretched woman in waves.
Oh, what would his father say of him now? Despicable was what he was. Just another pawn the 'Queen' acquired.
He had stopped by the lamp-post he normally did on his way home, umbrella in hand. Hoping with all his might that he would never meet a Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve, he continued on his way home.
How wrong he was.