A/N: Long time, no see again – sorry. Here's Chapter 4...


Due to the fact that my sight is blinded by the sheer darkness of the room, I'm not sure if there are rats, bats, dead things or anyone else here, but I sure as hell don't want to find out. I haven't been here long enough to get used to that awful stench either... oh God; someone's coming down the stairs (or is it the stairs? As I said, I can't see a thing down here)

'So,' an enthusiastic voice says. 'It's true. They did capture another one of you miscreants. Where are you devils appearing from? Naturally, a barbarian like you will be put to death.'

He comes close to the bars and I reach out to grab him but the guard yells: 'Lord Sopespian!' and backs away. In the light of the guard's candle, I see a demonic smile spreads like an infection on his face. My body shivers like an autumn leaf. This guy must be working for that Miraz bloke those people were worrying about. I hate him already.

'What's going on?' I hiss. 'What's so special about the Narnians?'

'They're extinct, that's what.' Lord Sopespian mutters. 'Our true King, Miraz, promised us it was so.'

'Miraz, eh?' I murmur, trying to sound intimidating. 'He doesn't seem like he's doing a good job. I've only just being in the care of Narnians, been helped by Narnians, and if he promises you then I guess "that's alright then"?'

'Sarcasm,' he spits. 'Doesn't become you.'

'In fact,' I say, ignoring him. 'No one actually likes Miraz. And if he's only ruling on fear, and not doing a very good job of keeping that fear, then even people within the castle would begin to doubt him. Hey,' I ask slyly. 'You don't seem to sure yourself... do yo—?'

'Silence.'

I think I've rattled him enough. The fading footsteps that pound back up the stairs tell me that I've given him lots to think about. I dunno... maybe. All I know is is that I'm left here again, alone in the dark damp prison. Wait a minute – what was that?


A/N: It's short, but I hope you liked it. And what was that at the end? Patience is a virtue...