The White Witch frowned as she materialized in her lair. "Those girls are pitifully weak," she muttered. The witch hit at one of her servants with a long stick. "You! Bring me the boy!"

"But your majesty, you said-" The witch cut him off.

"Do it! Now."

"Yes, your majesty." he bowed and scurried out of the room.

She frowned. Nothing had gone to plan - at all. She'd chosen these girls for a reason, and yet, they managed to fail her every time; they were weak enough to manipulate at first, but too weak for her to maintain control.

The boy came stumbling into the room, looking quite frightened. He looked around the room hesitantly, and then bowed down in front of the witch.

"Rise, child." she told him. He obeyed. She spoke in a soft, loving tone. "My dear, sweet boy, do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"Yes," he muttered to the floor.

She touched his chin with her hand before roughly forcing him to look at her. "Well? Do you?"

"N-no."

"Good." She pulled her hand away.

The boy was quiet.

"You must be wondering what I need from you." she glanced at him.

"Um, yes." he shivered.

"You poor child. Are you cold in here? Would you like some turkish delight?"

"How will that help me feel warm-" the boy began.

"Shh. Just eat it." she clapped her hand and a servant brought out the food.

He frowned at the sight of the turkish delights. "I don't want them," he complained.

"Take them."

"You fed them to me last time. They weren't any good."

"These are heavenly, my dear. Just try them."

"But I-"

She shoved one into his mouth. He took a moment to chew it, and he stopped shivering.

"These- these are good." he murmured.

"Yes, my dear." She hummed to herself as he finished the delights. "Now- remind me of your name."

"Justin."

"Justin," she seemed to be testing the name out. "Justin. Let me tell you something, Justin. I know I seem a bit- cold. But in truth, I am very sad. You see, I once knew a boy much like you. He was kind and," she snapped her head in the boy's direction. "very handsome."

Justin looked at her in confusion. "What happened to him?" he asked.

"Good question, my dear. He promised he would help me. But do you think he followed through?"

Justin was quiet.

"Do you?" the witch snapped.

"Um- no?"

"He didn't. He was very selfish. He left me so that he could be king, and have all the riches to himself."

"But- you told me that there were two kings and two queens."

"But it's all for him, you see. For him and his company," she hissed.

"So... why should I listen to you again?"

"Because I have Lana, my dear."

"Please don't remind me."

"I won't hurt her. But only if you listen to me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Bring my darling boy back to me. You see, I can't operate without him."

"And you'll give me Lana?"

"And Skylar."

"Keep Skylar. I don't like her."

"Very well. I may need to use her to lure Edmund in, anyhow.

"What would this Edmund guy want with Skylar anyway?" Justin laughed. "She's annoying, mean, stupid..."

"They're the perfect couple, really," the witch muttered to herself. Then she chuckled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

The boy rocked back on forth on his feet.

"So are we clear, my dear child?" the witch asked.

"Yes. I bring you Edmund, and you give me Lana."

"But not Skylar. She's bait for Edmund."

"Yes, ma'am."

Edmund stood as if plastered against the wall with his eyes wide open. With Lana and Skylar both on the ground unconscious, Peter seemed to be the only one in the room aware of what had just happened.

"Well, aren't you going to do something?" Peter yelled, trying to shake Lana awake.

"They're-they're supposed to wake up by now- I don't know why-"

"So they're dead!"

"They're not dead, Peter, we both-"

"I know, but-"

"Just shut up and wake her up!" Edmund grabbed Skylar by the shoulders and shook her violently.

"Stop it, Ed! Are you insane? You're just going to kill her that way!" Peter yelled at him.

"But she won't wake up!"

Just then, Lana's eyes fluttered awake. "What's-what's-"

"No time to explain!" Edmund barked.

"Why am I-"

"Come wake your friend up!"

"She's not my friend!"

"Just get her up. Please! It's important!"

Lana sat up, dazed. Peter took her hand and helped her stand up. She stumbled over to Skylar and knelt to the ground.

"Sky." Lana gently shook the girl.

Just then, Lana's eyes fluttered awake. "What's-what's-"

"No time to explain!" Edmund barked.

"Why am I-"

"Come wake your friend up!"

"She's not my friend!"

"Just get her up. Please! It's important!"

Lana sat up, dazed. Peter took her hand and helped her stand up. She stumbled over to Skylar and knelt to the ground.

"Sky." Lana gently shook the girl.

"No, oh my God, go awayyyy," Skylar whined.

"There we go," Lana huffed.

"Ugh, why are you guys so loud?"

"We thought you were dead," Edmund muttered.

"And I thought you had a brain. Apparently we're both mistaken." Skylar stuck her tongue out at Edmund.

"Oh, grow up." Lana rolled her eyes.

"Learn how to apologize!"

"Stop being a spoiled brat!"

"YOU'RE spoiled," Skylar snickered.

"How?"

"Because you got to be the one to wake me up."

"What does - what does that even mean?"

"I wasn't going to wake up for Edmund."

"You mean - you mean you've been awake this whole time?" Edmund's eyes widened.

"Yeah, pretty much," Skylar giggled and sat up.

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Edmund snapped. "We thought you were dead!"

"I wasn't going to let you be the one. You're too annoying."

"I- can't believe you think I'M annoying - what YOU did is beyond annoying-"

"It's beyond annoying. It's brilliant."

"No, it was-" Edmund stopped talking and suddenly looked at Skylar with admiration. "It was brilliant," he finished.

"Thank you," Skylar chirped.

Peter clapped his hands together. "So- we ought to get to the bottom of this as soon as-"

"Ready to get to business already?" Lana gasped.

"We-we have to stop-"

Just then, the door creaked open.