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Chapter 3: The Traitor

I was down at the bottom of the main staircase of the palace when I heard the whispers. They were coming from the door opposite the one that lead to the stables. It was the door that went down to the dungeons. As far as I knew, there was only one prisoner down there, Mr. Tumnus the faun. He couldn't possibly have a conversation with himself.

I made a quick decision to check it out, heading away from the stables and through the barred door, down the staircase until I came to the beginning of the maze of narrow, icy corridors and prison cells. I followed the voices a little while through a few winding corridors.

I found the place where the voices were coming from, one of the large cells meant for many prisoners at once, full of shackles to hold prisoners down. I knew the faun had been locked in here two days ago. Opening the huge arched door, I walked down the few steps into the room.

"Is your sister alright? Is she safe?" the faun was asking.

He was in an alcove of the room, partly barred off by a frame of metal and ice around the entrance. He was leaning against that frame now, chewing a piece of the rotten, moldy bread the witch fed her prisoners. His legs were chained.

It was Edmund who answered. He was sitting on the other side of the barred wall, talking to the faun. I immediately realized what must have happened. Edmund had gone to the witch, as I supposed he might. I felt guilty. I had known exactly what he might do; I should have watched him more carefully

"I don't know," he admitted, looking guilty.

"You can't be blamed for what happens, Edmund," I spoke for the first time. Both of the prisoners looked up suddenly. They must not have noticed me before. "It is very hard to resist the White Queen. She knows how to manipulate people so that only those with the strongest minds know what game she is playing."

"Who are you?" Edmund asked.

"It doesn't matter right now. We don't have much time." I turned to Tumnus, "If I were you I'd stop eating that. Here."

I held out my hand towards a patch of empty ice. Instantly, a tree started to grow so fast that in only a few seconds, ripe apples were hanging from every branch. I tossed one to Mr. Tumnus and another to Edmund. As soon as I finished, the tree wilted and disappeared.

"How…?" I cut the boy off.

"We don't have time for useless questions. Now that the Witch knows you're in Narnia she will hunt your siblings down. I promise you I will try to protect them as much as I can but I can't do much for you now that you're in her grasp. She probably won't kill you: she'll try to use you as bait to get your siblings but just in case I will give you this."

I unclasped the ice crystal around my throat, knelt down, and clasped it around his head. Of course, he looked up skeptically.

"It's a necklace." He stated.

"There's a protection spell on it. The Witch can't use her magic on you as long as you wear it. Just don't let her see you have it," I explained.

Edmund looked amazed, "Thank you."

I looked back at Tumnus, "I am sorry I cannot give you anything to protect you, But we cannot lose the Son of Adam."

Tumnus nodded understandingly, accepting, I realized, that he would become just another one of the statues in the courtyard. I looked down for a moment, grief taking over. There was a clang of metal rattling somewhere in another part of the dungeons. I knew exactly what it meant.

"She is coming," I hissed, "I have to go."

I ran off, turning invisible as soon as I left the room. Just in time, I ducked into a hallway. The witch swept by not even 4 feet away from me. Sure enough, she entered the cell I had just exited. I heard shouting and a loud cry of "No!"

As much as I wanted to know what was happening, I knew every second I spent down here increased my chances of being seen. My mother was incredibly good at spotting me, even when I could not be seen by regular eyes. Continuing down the hallway I had taken, I went in the direction of the exit. Many of the cells were filled with statues, which really creeped me out. The statues were what I hated the most about the castle.

Once I exited the maze-like dungeons, I dashed across the entrance hall to the stable doors. Ginabrik was there, readying the reindeer. I ignored him, as I had been doing most of my life. The reindeer were often taken out and, with Lucy and her siblings loose in Narnia, it was only logical that my mother go to look for them. However, his presence meant I could not talk honestly with Stormracer.

He was in the biggest stall at the far end of the stables, lying curled on himself with his wing over his head, sleeping. Or, he looked like he was sleeping, but he couldn't have been because he lifted his head and sprang up as soon as I approached. Storm was a very heavy sleeper. He didn't speak, though, knowing he couldn't say anything in front of the dwarf.

"We're going for a ride." I announced. This was our code for 'we need to talk in private'.

I used air to lift the gigantic saddle which belonged to my friend on to his back. Then, I slid under his stomach, lying on my back, and fastened the saddle girths. The saddlebags were already packed with a cloak, blanket, food, a hairbrush, a map of Narnia (though I knew the country well enough not to need it) and my favorite magic book (I knew that by heart too). I always kept them packed, just in case.

Once I was ready, I climbed onto the gigantic creature's back and Storm padded out of the wide double doors which led out into the courtyard. Unfortunately, I couldn't go much farther than that because of the older replica of me which stood in the courtyard, obviously waiting for the sleigh, which came out of the stable doors right behind me.

"Ah, Rayna, there you are," she said, climbing into the sleigh. "I am glad you are already ready. I have a mission for you.