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Pov Anbell
I look up at the ice hallways as we walk to the throne room and a sigh, finally home. It's so lovely, nice and cold- it had been so incredibly stuffy and uncomfortable in the beavers den, horrid. I shiver as I think of those dreadful kids and talking animals...how can one stand them? How can they stand themselves? They are simply horrid. I stop at the door and look at Edmund, who looks green.
I open the doors to the throne room,"Ta-daaa!"
The bugger, Edmund just blinks and shivers fretfully.
"Mum!" I scream at the top of my lungs and Edmund gives a little jump.
"Yes, my darling?" she asks, drawling out her question.
I smile back and nod my head in Edmund's direction.
"Oh, if it isn't Edmund!" she whispers as she looks around, "Where are your siblings?" she whispers coldly.
"At the beavers dam." he says,"Anbell had me come to you, it's her problem. Now, where is my Turkish Delight?"
Really. How can someone be so selfish? Then I smile to myself, that's like me. Mum looks at me, questions in her eyes. Immediately I shake my head, clearing it from these petty thoughts.
"Oh? You want some sweeties do you?" Mum asks him, walking towards him, "Dwarf! Come here!"
One of our dwarfs comes and she looks at him, "Do please go take our future little king to get his sweeties, won't you?"
"Aye, I shall. Come 'ere you!" the dwarf bows and goes to drag Edmund away.
"Have fun!" I shout after them and Edmund looks at me with fear and...betrayal? His eyes glistening oddly, but why?
My Mum looks at me,"Good job my darling. I'm very proud. Though, you could've brought the other's."
"I know Mother, I am terribly sorry. The rest of them are simply disgusting and happy." I tell her, disgust in my voice.
She looks at me, something shifting in her eyes. Then she turns away and shouts at our secret police, sending them to the dam.
I make my way up to my tower room, soon Narnia shall be ours again.
Two days later
Pov Edmund
I've been locked in this dam place for two days. It's cold, the food is frozen.
I'm hungry.
Alot.
I can't believe that I won't be king! I had done my share of the deal!
Not entirely, I hadn't brought them to her. But still! I was close! I hope that she gets them, then I'll rule Narnia. Unless all of this was simply a game for here, and I a pawn. I hope not.
"Hello, will you eat that?" Someone asks from the cell next to mine.
I scoot-ch over and give my food to the person and notice that it's a fawn.
He nibbles on the frozen bread and studies me.
"You have your sisters nose." he says suddenly, his voice scratchy.
I touch my nose,"I do? How do you know?" I say in a quite voice.
"I helped your sister, Lucy when she came here. She's a kind little thing. I just wonder who told on me. It's my death day today." he says bravely, but the emotion in his eyes gives him away.
My God, what have I done! Have I actually sent someone to their death? I shudder. How could I have? I am such a bloody idiot! But...when I become king, I'll fix everything. Yes.
The door to the jail opens just then, and I hop over to the back of my cell.
The Witch and Anbell enter with two guards, and my stomach flops when I look at Anbell.
"If it isn't Tumnus!" The White Witch laughs.
"Don't forget about Edmund!" Anbell smiles, laughing.
"You two!" Tumnus screams,"Aslan will demolish you!" he points at the White Witch, "And you! I feel pity for you! You grew up surrounded by ice, and now you are frozen on the inside!" he points at Anbell, who looks stricken. I watch her and she looks at me for a moment, looking away from Tumnus and I see her eyes, which for a moment looked ocean blue instead of ice blue. She looks away again and I sigh, watching the c=scene in front if me.
"Well...haven't you thought of how you got here?" the Witch smiles cruelly at Tumnus.
Oh no. What have I done? He'll hate me!
"Edmund here, he exchanged his sisters whereabouts ...for turkish delight." Anbell grimaces.
Tumnus stares at me in disbelief, hurt and something I can't touch.
"Your sister loves you." he whispers and he looks at me and my heart stops, my gut wrenches and I gasp out. Something trickles out of my eye, but I wipe it away.
"Take him." the Witch says, and as Tumnus is carried out he stares at me eerily.
The White Witch follows them. And I hear Tumnus as he cries out, begging.
"Stop it!" I hear the Witch scream after some time.
And then I hear the worst sound imaginable, the scream of someone dying.
It's my fault.
I notice Anbell, who's looking at me peculiarly. Will she help me?
But no all she says is, "Poor Edmund...all alone in the world." But her tone is off, it's not as cold. I watch her as she quietly runs out of the dungeons.
A FEW DAYS AFTER!
PoV Edmund
Hands tied, unable to talk, stuck to a tree for hours.
I really need to pee.
Anbell is sitting in front of me, laughing her head off. She had come just a few moments ago, she's dressed in a long light purple dress and obviously sweating in the Spring like warmth. Personally, I'm glad it's warmer. It makes the cold seem so far away.
She stares at me for a bit, bends over and opens her mouth as if to say something.
Suddenly, someone screams.
Anbell closes her mouth and stares at me for a few seconds, before turning her head around. There are three centaurs and a few people on horses entering the camp.
Their swords pulled out, ready to kill.
They stop before me and Anbell, who has gotten up.
One of them hops down and unties me, and a centaur grabs Anbell and ties up her hands. She struggles and tries to kick, but the centaur is much stronger and simply laughs at her.
"Mummy!" she shouts, but noone answers.
"Thank you." I whisper to my savior and notice that Anbell is tied up and sitting awkwardly on the centaur.
You can tell that she does not want to go, she's kicking and screeching. I smile bitterly at the sight. And I give my attention to the man who is untying me.
"Welcome your highness, now come on!" he helps me onto the horse and we're off.
After a few minutes of riding I open my eyes. I don't like horses that much.
"Thank you!" I yell into his ear again.
"Welcome, your majesty!" he yells.
"Wait...but I'm no majesty!" I tell him as we go run past an old cottage.
"But you are! You are one of the chosen four!" He shouts, laughter in his answer.
I shrug and look behind me, we are in the lead, but I can see the guy with Anbell struggling.
I laugh to myself.
"What is so funny?" my savior asks.
"Nothing!' I smile, I'm free.
The Witch never wanted me as heir, I know that now. I was such a gullible fool. She wanted to ensure that the prophesy wouldn't happen.
The man laughs and we continue on for a few more minutes.
Then we stop by a stream.
"Why have we stopped?" I ask as the man helps me off the horse.
"The horses are probably thirsty, and need a break."
I nod and sit beside the stream, putting my hand in and drinking some.
It really tastes great. Someones shade falls on me.
"Sire? Who is she? Who's side is she on? She will not tell us. She only whimpers about the warmth and how unbearable it is." The man asks.
I look at Anbell, she looks ruined. I can see that she's been crying. She's sitting near a tree by the stream with two centaurs watching her on either side.
"Her name is Anbell. She is the White Witches daughter, heir to the throne. I do not know who's side she really is on." I tell them, leaving the last question without an answer.
Anbell looks at me startled.
"Kill her!" one of the centaurs cries as everyone looks at her.
"No, wait for Aslan! He shall decide her faith!" another centaur cries out.
Pov Anbell
I can't believe that Edmund did that for me, after what I did for him.
I ignore the fight going on behind me. Who cares if I die? Certainly not Mum.
I cannot believe that she would leave me alone like that.
I can feel tears forming. Not gonna cry. It's a weakness. Can't cry. And I don't, because I can't.
Pov Edmund
I see a tear escape Anbells eye. Startled I look at her face and I see sheer sadness on it. So she does have feelings other that hate.
"Let's go, we only have a bit of way before camp." Someone says and I get on the horse.
We start off again, back to my siblings.
They must be really angry at me.
They probably want me dead.
"Welcome...to ASLAN'S CAMP!" a centaur yells as we enter the camp.
It's very nice, orange a yellow tents everywhere.
We stop before a grand orange tent, and Anbell and I are forced to go right before it.
"Aslan, they are here." a faun yells into the tent.
Something roars, and a lion comes out.
"Ah...welcome Son of Adam." The lion tells me.
I shiver, as his golden eyes look into mine.
I really am the worst bugger there is. Alsan looks away from me and notices Anbell.
"And who are you?" Aslan asks Anbell.
"I-I-I am Anbell." she stutters, fear on her features.
The great lion looks at her,"Daughter of the White Witch?" he asks her.
She nods.
"Ah...Anbell, go into my tent and stay there. I will have a talk with Edmund and then I will talk to you. Timon, guard the tent."
Timon pushes Anbell into the tent and stands goes inside after her.
"Edmund, come with me, let's have a chat about what you did, and what will happen."
I follow him up to some rocks.
"Now, Edmund, you know what you did was bad. Luckily, we got you out of it, now I must tell you a secret, that you must not tell anyone-"
"Edmund!" I hear someone shout, it sounds like Lucy.
I turn around, and it is her, I see Peter and Susan shush her.
I turn back around to Aslan.
"As I was saying, you and your siblings a-"
_-_ Two hours later_-_
POV Anbell
I've been sitting here for, forever. My face has been itching and I've been...melting? It's not a very nice feeling. It's so warm everywhere, I want ice. And coldness. Who can stand such warmth? Aslan enters the tent and Tomin goes out. He looks at me and blows on me.
My hands are no longer tied up, my hair is clean and I'm wearing a light green dress. I also feel better, I'm not melting. I'm a bit warm, but not as much as before. A reliever smile tugs at my lips, but I don't let it escape. Why did he just do that?
"Child, I know that you cannot be truly evil. Or truly good. Not according to your prophecy."
"How do you know about it?" I ask, stomach churning.
He just smiles, if a lion can smile and says," A child born to a women with an ice cold heart,
to a father with Summer in his eyes,
to parents full of magic,
will walk the line of both good and evil for all eternity.
This child is the key to the lock, that opens peace."
I stare at him. How can he know this? No one knows this! Not even Mother!
"My dear child, do you not understand? I am your father."