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Note: The next chapter will have Edmund's POV!

Chapter 4

The sack they had put us in was strong. Lucy and I had tried a number of ways to get out, each of them failing miserably. Each time one of our trials failed, Lucy came up with another. It was a long trip, and by the time we reached the Telmarine castle, Lucy had given up on escaping. She began to cry, and I pulled her into a hug. I understood. She had never gotten this mad at her siblings before. She felt guilty about how she had acted towards them, and wished to take it back.

"Lucy, it's alright. It's gonna be okay, Lucy. Please stop crying, it makes me feel terrible inside." I said, trying to sound comforting. She looked up at me.

"I'm really sorry, Camila, I really am. I said all those mean things about your brother, and I didn't even know if they were true. And now we're in this sack and I'll probably never say sorry to them again…" and with that she burst into tears again.

We stopped moving. The sack was untied from the horse that carried us, and dropped on the ground.

"Hey, there are people in this sack!" Lucy shrieked. We felt two pairs of hands lift the top of the bag up, and I looked to Lucy. This time, I had a plan.

15 Minutes Later

"Here you are, Miraz." A deep voice said as the sack dropped. Lucy and I held back our laughter, but barely.

"Why are they laughing?" another voice asked. It was my Uncle.

"Because they made the sack swing back and forth, and it hurt us, sir." A higher pitched voice piped up. The sack opened. Lucy and I burst out laughing, and Miraz glared at us. We immediately ceased our laughter, and stood up. He signaled his guards, and a second later there were swords at our throats. Lucy's eyes widened, as did mine.

"Have you two been giving my soldiers trouble?" he asked us. I shook my head. Lucy began to speak.

"Considering the fact that you kidnapped us, I'd say that they've given us far more trouble than we have them."

"Kidnapped? That's only you, my child." Miraz said, smiling at Lucy. Then he turned to me.

"This one just wanted to come home." He said evilly. Lucy gaped at me.

"You liar!" she screamed. She was looking me right in the eyes, and I felt guilty. This was not my plan, and I didn't want to come "home". But the look on her face put me to shame anyways.

"I'm not a liar! I hate this place!" I shouted. I looked to my Uncle. "I hate you!" I screamed to him.

"Quite a charmer, isn't she?" he said jokingly to Lucy. He looked to his guards. "Lock them up separately, then send a note to my nephew's army. If they want Lucy back, they'll just have to forfeit to us."

"And if they don't forfeit, sir?" the guard asked.

"Then we kill the girl." He replied.

"Yes sir." The guard said. He signaled to another guard, and they dragged us to the dungeon. They locked us up on opposite sides of the room, and locked the gate behind them.

"Camila, were you lying to me?" Lucy asked.

"No. I wouldn't come back to this place unless my Uncle was dead." I replied.

"That's what I thought." Lucy said in a barely audible whisper. Then she began to cry. "What are we going to do? If they forfeit, we get out of here alive, but Narnia is lost. If they don't forfeit…we'll be…"

"Don't worry Lucy. We'll figure out how to get out of here. I promise." I said. Lucy smiled.

"I'll help you." Lucy said.