Minotaurs, Hags, Wolves and Dwarfs all heard Samantha's cries of pain from the camp. The Witch knew that they still looking for the last of the fairies…Samantha Leonowins were the only fairy left. Dryads and other forest creatures were not as harmful to the Witch's army. They could easily take her soldiers down in one stroke if they wanted too.
"Your Majesty its her." A hag said.
"I know,"The White Witch started.
"When I get my hands on her th entire kingdom she thinks that she will rule...will be mine." She said.
But what the Witch did not know was Samantha was only beginning to see her true potential as a fairy. In fact Sam had no idea that she did have a kingdom to rule.
Back at the little meadow where Samantha lay wounded, something extraordinary was occurring. Samantha was starting to turn anything she touched into flowers. She looked quite surprised to see that patch o snow had disappeared and was replaced with small tulips. She grabbed some snow and squeezed it into a ball. Once she opened her hand not only did the snow disappear but butterflies and hummingbirds come out. She smiled. With joy as they fluttered around her for a while. Never did she see such spectacle. Pretty soon the entire meadow was lush and green. Then she heard a noise. It sounded like a storm that vibrated the ground. Then she saw a near by rock suddenly boast large shadows that looked like horns.
"Minotaur's" She whispered. Samantha looked around the meadow everything had gone. The butterflies and the grasshoppers even the flowers had wilted. She scrambled in absolute pain and horror. The noises soon became shadows and shadows became soldiers. Samantha felt weak and her right arm ad lost a movement. She wondered how she could live so long with such an injury. But she had to hurry and get to the trees behind her. With only an arm to help her climb she raised herself against a rock. Seeing the hopelessness in trying to escape, she prayed to Aslan to see if there was a chance in surviving the Witch.
As the Witch's army moved through the meadow she suddenly realized that they were not looking at her. She looked at her own feet that seemed to be missing as well as her body.
"I am invisible." She thought. Samantha lay there for a long while before finally removing herself from the rock and on to the grass. Then she saw…her. The White Witch herself was perched high above the rest of the army on a chariot looking forward with an evil face. Sam wanted to spit at her shoes but feared being caught. She waited for hours it seemed. The pain in her shoulder never stopped but Sam was a brave soul and endured it without a sound of unhappiness. She thought how she could possibly stay alive for so long. She remembered some of the things her mother had taught her.
"When a fairy is mortally wounded they could live or die by the want of Aslan. If they survive said injury they shall continue to live trying to fill their obligation and destiny."
Samantha remembered Aslan's words and reminded herself of the fairies code of honor and obligations. She was surprised Aslan wanted her to stay. After all, what would he want with a girl of fifteen? But there was question she would not be able to answer. Once again the pain over took her body.
"Stay Strong, Aslan would not want you to quit now." Samantha said to herself. There was a sudden burst of random pain that shot through her and with that, Sam's entire world went black.