Yeah, I noticed the grammar mistakes to. I'm sorry! I was working fast and the program I use doesn't have Spell check.
"Are you ready, my Lady?" A deep, monotonous voice asked dryly.
"When have I not been ready?" snapped the elderly woman. "Bring them to me."
At the Hag's request, several Creatures slinked out of the dark areas of the camp. They slowly made their way to a large tent, where whimpers and sobs could be heard. As they entered, several pairs of scared, childish eyes stared back up at them.
"Take four," the Wolf at the front of the pack commanded.
At once, the pack of Creatures advanced into the tent. They paced around, searching for the best they could find.
Several screams erupted then. A Minotaur grabbed at a young Fox, who tried to fight back. The Fox had been silenced momentarily, with the flick of the Minotaur's spear. Following the Minotaur's example, two wolves had made their way towards two young Rabbits. The rabbits babbled and cried, pleading for their young lives. Their only response were bite marks on their thighs.
In the corner, a young Doe watched in fear. She had slunk back, pressing her backside into the tent walls. Praying for her life, she shut her eyes.
Aslan, her mind whispered. Don't let them get to me.
Before she could finish, she felt her legs being swept from underneath. No sound, no cry, no shout, escaped her lips. She didn't fight back. Every emotion had dissipated from her heart. In its place, a slow, warm rumble spread into every inch of her body.
It was everything good.
Birth. Life. Death.
It was like a breath of fresh air.
She knew she would be with Him soon.
The Doe felt the heavy footfalls of her captor shake the ground as he pulled her along. She kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see any gruesome sites before she left this land. All of her strength was focused on the feeling inside. The feeling of hope. Of faith. A promise for a better future.
"Ah, what do we have here?" A voice cackled. The Doe didn't even jump at the harsh tone. She laid limp in the Minotaur's arms, still waiting.
"Hmm," the voice continued. "Look at this little Fox. How charming! Just like those little Sovereigns. All stupid children!" the voice laughed, making the Doe crack an eye open. She bit back a gasp as she saw an ugly, putrid smelling Hag making her way towards her.
"And look! Little, itty bitty bunny rabbits! Horrible creatures, horrible! It would do us much shame not to give them to Her Majesty."
The Doe smelt it before she felt it. The smell was ghastly, awful, terrible - Dark Magic. She felt it wash over her as the wrinkled figure loomed over her.
"Oh look, a Doe. Noble and Beautiful. Just like those ugly little children. Oh, this will serve them right, it shall!"
The Doe mentally flinched, as the Hag continued her hate speech on the new Rulers of Narnia.
"Is everything set?" the Hag called out.
"As it is always, my Lady." the monotonous voice replied, once more.
"Then let us see then, if this sacrifice shall bring back our true Queen. Let it change the fate of the Prophecy. Let us be victorious! Narnia will be restored!"
Shouts and whoops bounced off every corner of the clearing. The children were lifted and hung over a large cauldron in the center. They huddled together, holding their breath for the final moment.
"Let their be snow!" the Hag cried.
The jeering continued, as one by one the Animals were dropped into the cauldron. None of them cried, or shouted. They had heard stories of what awaited them on the other sides.
As the Doe was lowered unceremoniously into the cauldron, she heard a faint whisper.
"Welcome home, my child."
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As evening fell into night, Lucy and Edmund helped the Fauns' pack what they needed for the journey.
"You'll need a hat!" Lucy concluded, rushing over to the one of the dressers. "Just in case it gets to hot out."
"Why don't you wear a hat, Queen Lucy?" asked Helda innocently.
"I have hats, Helda," the queen smiled. "But I didn't find the time to pack every necessity when I left the Cair."
They sat in silence for a few moments, Lucy had given up her search for a hat and was mindlessly brushing the young Faun's dark locks.
"What's it like there?" Helda suddenly asked. "The Castle, I mean."
"Yeah," another voice piped up. "What's it like?"
Lucy looked over to see Zarin come out of his hiding place He had been like that ever since the Monster incident earlier that evening. He was embarrassed to face the king. She patted the spot beside her.
"Come," she commanded.
He sat down quietly, taking the brush from Lucy's hands. Placing it in his sister's pack, he turned to listen.
"Cair Paravel," Lucy started. "Where Narnia meets the Eastern Sea. It's beautiful and wonderful."
"And magical?" Helda questioned.
"And magical." Lucy confirmed. "It's where the Four Thrones sat empty for a hundred years, waiting for my siblings and I."
"And Aslan? Did he really-?" Zarin started.
"He really did crown us, Zarin. At times, even rumours can have some truth in them."
"What is He like?"
"First of all," a new voice spoke, as Edmund made his way into the room. "He's big."
"Huge," Lucy corrected.
The twins giggled.
"Nice of you too join us, brother." Lucy said. "Come here."
He took a seat across from her.
"And?" Helda urged.
"He's good. He's everything good." Lucy said.
"And forgiving. He's cares about everyone." Edmund continued.
The twins looked at each other nervously. Slowly, they stared at him.
"Even the bad guys?" Helda asked, voicing the question in her twin's head.
Edmund's jaw tightened, then loosened once more. "Especially the bad guys."
"What if they don't deserve a second chance?" Zarin enquired.
"Everyone," Lucy answered sterny, staring her brother directly in the eye. "Deserves a second chance. Even if they don't think it themselves."
"Wouldn't they know if they deserved it?" Zarin prodded.
"It's harder to judge yourself than to judge others." Lucy continued.
Edmund let out a heavy sigh, accepting his sister's nagging glances. "We might have power over the country, but we can't control what others believe are right and wrong. Only Aslan can judge them to the fullest."
The twins nodded, understandingly.
"But come," Lucy said, jumping up. "I believe Flintisk will be looking for us soon."
They all got up and headed into the front room. Flintisk was trying to cut a potato, but his fingers were shaking violently.
"Oh!" Lucy cried, as the elderly Faun jumped and cut himself. "Here let me."
"No, no, my queen." The Faun insisted. "it's simply just a cut. I guess my reflexes are changing. Old age does that to you."She nodded solemnly, taking his hand and leading him over to the washbasin to clean it.
While she helped him clean and bandage the wound, Edmund took over preparing sufficient food to satisfy their hunger.
Just then, a knock was heard at the door. Daleen, who had been lounging lazily beside the door, stood up quickly, baring his teeth. He sniffed, then relaxed.
"It's Kuishier, Sylyr, Cimoa and Froom. Your Majesties."
Lucy puffed out her cheeks. "Let them in, Zarin."
Zarin nervously opened the kitchen door. He watched in awe as a tall, statuesque Centaur came inside, followed by three other members of the Royal Guard.
"Good," Edmund stated, putting down his knife. "Daleen, please go make a round of the perimeter of the house, please. And someone, please shut the door behind him."
As the Hound rushed out the door silently, Lucy shut the door behind him.
A few notes here.
To get a clue on what I'm trying to do with the Witch's Creatures:
The general idea here, is that her followers believe that if they keep killing children (four, just like the four thrones) it will reverse the power of the Prophecy, bringing back their queen. They will do this, until they believe they could get themselves close to the Monarchs themselves (let's say, security is extra tight for the first few years of their reign).
And the part about the Doe:
I was trying to work in here the whole theme in that chapter from TLB, where everyone passes through the stable door and through the judgment. She was true, she believed, she was strong, so she got into Aslan's Country.
"It's harder to judge yourself than to judge others." was a theme I took from Le Petit Prince (The Little Prince). If you ever read it, it's from the scene where the little prince was talking to the king. I really like that line for some reason. I think it's just the full truth in a simpler form.
Oh, and Helda and Zarin are around like five or six.
Anyways, this was late because my computer broke last Thursday. It was depressing. Oh, and I have an idea for a sequel to this, if anyone will keep reading.
Thank you for being really awesome! (: Keep at it!