A/N: Christ is risen! Alleluia!

Okay, so I just got home from my churchs Easter Vigil service and I decided that I care about you guys so much that I wasn't going to make you wait any longer for another chapter. This one is from Yvonne's point of view and it is her experience with all those Shadows, and she finds out what really happened to Lorelei (who, in case you've forgotten, was her twin sister).

Chapter 10

When the creatures had arrived at their dark castle, I was taken to one of the highest towers, clearly where they kept all their prisoners. The net in which I was entangled was thrown into an open window and I landed, not too lightly, on a stone floor. More of the shadow monsters instantly converged around the net and hauled me out of it. They took me into the nearest room, the one right next to the window that I had been thrown into, shoved me against the wall so that I was sitting against it, and made quick work of securing my hands next to my head with steel manacles that cut into my wrists. As soon as this was done, the creatures left, but I could hear them celebrating outside.

Time seemed to have no meaning in this place, in the dark, and I had no idea how long I waited in the dark. After what seemed like an eternity, the door to my cell creaked open and two of the demons entered. One of them I recognized because of the whip. Then the other spoke.

"I am Nightshroud." He said. Instantly, I hated his voice. It sounded like millions of stone spiders all rubbing their legs against other stone. "I am the leader of the Shadows. We are so close to completing our goal. But, in order for us to reach the finish line, we require your help, half-blood."

"Why do you need me?" I asked, even though I was afraid of the answer. "And why do you call me half-blood?"

Nightshroud laughed. "Wouldn't it be obvious?" he asked. "Your mother was from the same world as those pitiful children who call themselves the rulers of Narnia, but your father was Narnian, through and through. Your father didn't leave your mother, your mother preferred the earthworld over Narnia and left him while she was pregnant with you and your pitiful sister."

"Don't talk about Lorelei that way!" I demanded. This outburst earned me a slap in the face from Nightshroud.

"I really don't think you're in a position to make demands, half-blood." The Shadow said. "And now, in answer to your question why we need you, we need your blood. The blood of a Narnian will help us cover Narnia with our darkness, and the blood of a human will allow us to cover the earthworld in darkness, but your blood will allow us to bridge the two and spread our darkness over both."
"There's no way that I'll ever give you my blood!" I shrieked.

"You really don't have a choice," the other Shadow said. "If you agree, you'll be sacrificed, and all your blood will build our bridge, and if you refuse, well, then, we'll still sacrifice you and use your blood." I gasped in horror while the two demons laughed.

"Don't worry, though. Unlike your sister's, we'll make sure that you're death is painless," the second Shadow said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "My sister committed suicide. How do you know."

"What did we do to her, Blackspawn?" Nightshroud asked. Both faked remembering for a second; somehow I knew they were doing this just to aggravate me.

"Oh, I remember!" Blackspawn said. "We gave her that mind poison. One look in her eyes, and her brain instantly began decaying." I gasped, repulsed at this revelation. They had been responsible for my sister's death? She had not killed herself out of grief, but out of insanity? "It was wonderful watching our poison take it's toll." Blackspawn remembered. "That's the only reason why Darcy and myself took you to see her every day, so that we could see her suffer." I let loose a mixture of a scream and a sob at learning my sister's fate.

"I enjoyed killing your mother." Nightshroud said. "The look on her face when she realized that I was unbeatable at night. Oh," he sighed relishing the look of agony on my face, "I made quick work of her, don't worry."

"And now, half-blood," Blackspawn said, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him, directly into those red eyes. "It's time for you to know exactly what lengths we're willing to go to in order to achieve our goal."

A/N: Happy Easter everyone and, as an Easter gift, you get more than one chapter! Next chapter is from Peter's point of view.