The trees shifted uncomfortably as the wind whistled wickedly through their branches. It nipped at their leaves, pulling them away into the darkness of the night. The forest was blanketed in a thick mist that the likes of which had never been seen. It had a heady smell and clung to the garments of any who ventured into it. The mist appeared to surround oneself until they felt suffocated. It had been hovering in the forest for days, and the Narnians no longer ventured outside their homes for they knew nothing good could be connected to such a thing.

There was, however, three to risk the mist. They were dainty yet ugly, fine yet dark. There was over all, something not right about them that it was hard to pin down. Only one thing was for sure, they were no Narnians.

They shortest one carried a flaming torch and swung it around in an arc, giggling. Her features were lit up by the flickering flame, and her eyes blazed with something dangerous. Her red hair hung in tight curls that would have looked doll like if it weren't ruined by the fact that ash was running through it. She placed the torch against the side of the tree and watched as the smoke curled up from the burning bark until it was caught in the wind. The tree shuddered and she giggled again before placing her torch to the dried leaves at the trees base. The flames licked at the tree with an unquenchable hunger.

"Hurry up, Kitty" the words echoed from somewhere up ahead. She turned her eyes away from the flames with reluctance.

The tallest of the party was leaning against a tree. He stood out in the darkness, like a light. His hair was white as snow but his entire being appeared to have a sort of glow. He turned to the girl beside him.

She was all sharp angles and shadow. Her eyes were large and stared into the darkness to find what doesn't want to be found. "There." She said, her eyes locking onto a tree. "That is where we will find out answer. Will, you know what to do."

Will nodded and stepped towards the house, the eerie glow surrounding him appeared to intensify. The glow reflected off the eyes that had been drawn to the window of the tree. They remained there a moment before disappearing. A slight creak was heard as a door opened, and then a rabbit peered around the tree. After glancing at Will it appeared to become more confident and hopped over to them without hesitation.

As it neared them the glow slowly lessened in intensity. Kitty scooped the rabbit up and brought it level with her face. "We are searching for something," she purred. The rabbit glanced around as its senses returned. It shook in her hands. "And you know where it is."

It looked up at her in fright, she could feel his little heart beating fast against her fingers. "What do you want?" he whispered, his voice breaking.

Kitty grinned an ugly grin as she told him what she wanted. He shook his head, "I will never tell you."

She flicked a curl behind her head. "I thought you might say that." Her smile grew sharper and her nose pointed. Her ears shifted to the top of her head and changed their shape. Fur sprouted over her bodyband she started to shrink.

The rabbit trembled as he found himself in the toothy grip of a fox.

The other girl walked over to him and crouched down. She petted him as she crooned, "I'm sorry you couldn't help us, but now I decide it's you time to go. It is, after all, my right."

"Who are you?" the rabbit cried as it felt the grip of Kitty's teeth around him grow tighter.

"You silly thing, that is not the right question you should be asking. It is not so much who we are, as what we are, that should frighten you. Sweet dreams."

Edmund Pevensie woke up to find the forest looking miserable and dull under the oppressing fog. He didn't understand such an occurance but he couldn't convince Peter that it was anything other than a natural anomaly. He yawned and stretched before turning away from the window.

He washed, dressed, and exited his room. He jogged down the staircase, snatched a hot croissant from a surprised servant on her way to the dining room, and entered the court yard. He had been kept inside for days and felt a need to get outside and do something physical.

The mist curled around his fingers as he reached for his sword. He ignored it as he practiced parrying with an imaginary opponent. His feet carried him around the court yard as he fought his invisible foe. He practiced his stance, and stepping knowing that in a battle both standing still and moving is necessary. He picked up another sword as he had in so many previous battles and continued his practice.

He felt sure that Peter would be looking out the window laughing at him sword fighting alone, but Edmund just reminded himself that Peter had never fought with two blades.

The mist had curled up his arm like a tendril and began to weave it way around his neck. It was then that Edmund felt a tugging at his heart, like a cold hand had reached inside him and clenched it in their fist. However, when he looked down with a gasp of pain, there was nothing there. He let out a breath slowly before regaining his composure. When he looked up he almost jumped back with fright.

There she was, just as he remembered her. "I know what you did." She whispered.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from her. "What?" he asked, as loud as he dared.

"I remember," she told him, "others may have forgotten, but I haven't. I know who and what you are."

"What are you talking about?"

She shook her head sadly. "Oh Edmund." She sighed, "I thought you knew." Her ice crown glinted in the light as she moved her head, "You are just like me."