Tears of a Traitor

(A/N)- Longest chapter I've ever written. O-O Please no flaming. Constructive criticism is welcome nn Not sure if I'll make an extra chapter ... depends ...
- Chapter 1 - The Unfortunate Newcomer

Alone in the icy depths of the White Witch's dungeons, there laid a lonely shivering faun. She was in a tight ball in the far corner, hidden in the shadows, desperate to try and keep warm. It was known for female fauns to have lesser fur than male fauns, and she didn't mind having less fur up until now. She watched as each breath of air brought a cloud of humidity in front of her face, and she focused hard on the thought of a warm crackling fireplace burning next to her.

She shifted uncomfortably, her hooves in shackles. She didn't know why she let herself get caught. Being an outcast made her enough of an easy target, but she was excellent with her hooves. She could kick the crap out of any creature that dared threaten her. Why she let her guard down … she couldn't figure out. Maybe it was because a part of her was beginning to value her life less and less by each passing day. Or maybe her 'insanity' of isolating herself from the rest of the faun community and all of Narnia had finally caught up with her. And her ability to lie so believably certainly didn't make her position any better.

She could almost picture that fireplace when a whip cracked somewhere in the castle and a deafening cry echoed off the icicle ceilings. She jolted, wincing at the pain it brought to the heavy shackles on her bones, and she curled tighter in a ball, backing up as far as she could into her corner. An uncontrollable shiver swept through her as she tried to keep her shaking body still. She was partially shaking to the cold, but now, it was fear. She prayed her time wouldn't come. Not now. She wasn't quite ready yet … then again, when would she? How could she think it to be so much easier to leave this world? To die, and be rid of all pain …? She found herself wanting to live, which was a thought that had never passed through her mind up until her life was on the line.

The prison doors thundered open a few cells away, and her chain clinked as she pressed her back so hard against the icy wall that she almost felt she was a part of it.

The bison-man that had dragged her into this dark cruel place had dragged in yet another, a faun too, nonetheless. And she thought she was the only one left …

It was a male, and he looked to be lifeless as the servant clapped on a pair of shackles onto his legs, and threw him into the neighboring cell like a bag of trash. He smacked hard onto the frozen floor with a sickening thud, and he let out a low groan. Peering over curiously through the icicles that separated them, she saw a trickle of blood run down the side of his face and onto the ground.

The prison doors slammed shut again, and all was quiet. Cautiously, she waited until the creature's footsteps were no longer heard, and she snuck a peek at the newbie.

He had begun to pull himself off the ice, staggering as he did so, and he dragged his shackles slowly with him. He obviously hadn't seen her yet.

She pushed herself off the wall and placed a cold hand onto the icy floor and crept across slowly towards him. It had been … what … about five years since she had seen another of her kind … and she had always thought she never wanted to see another faun ever again …

Her chain clinked rather loudly and he jumped in fear. Their eyes met suddenly. They were both frightened, but the girl faun didn't ever want to admit that to anyone but herself.

"H- … Hello …" he greeted hoarsely, trembling. He pulled the red scarf he wore around his neck closer to his skin. Lucky bastard, she thought. All she had was a lousy lame excuse of a shirt that didn't seem to keep her any warmer than she'd be without it.

"Hi …" she uttered out shyly. It was so unlike her. She blamed it on the temperature. She'd normally cut a glare and turn away. Maybe it was the feeling that this place had … it made her crave for someone to talk with besides the possible tortured souls that might live within the walls of the very room.

He felt the blood on his chin and wiped it onto his hand, looking at it just to wince at the sight.

"Are you alright?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

"I think so …" he replied, and looked up, "Does it look serious?"

She observed the small cuts all about on his face, "Minor injuries, I think," she said, "Nothing too serious. You do look pretty beat up though."

He nodded, ashamed, "And yourself? What happened to you?" he was referring to the dried blood she guessed was still on her face, and she blushed angrily, "I got attacked in the forest. I dunno why. Just for being alone, I s'pose."

He nodded in understanding, looking down at his grazed palms.

"Why are you here?" she asked curiously. He glanced up and looked away,

"I don't want to say, …" he murmured, his eyes getting glassy with tears, "I'm a very bad faun …"

"Well, you're not alone there," she said with a shaky grin, her forehead pressed against the side of one of the many icicles that divided them. There was a long pause of silence, and then she persisted, "It can't be that bad,"

"I just don't want to talk about it!" he snapped, and she backed off. Her long, slightly floppy ears went back in annoyance, "You don't have to get all snippy about it, geeeez …" she dragged her legs away as she went to curl back up in her corner, "Now I know why I despise my own kind …" she muttered angrily.

(A/N)- Short. I know. No flaming, please ;-;