The inside of the castle was stunning. Giant pillars ran along corridors, tall doors stood at the entrance of every room, long decorated tables with twenty or so high backed chairs lined inside meeting rooms and dining halls, ceilings arcing high overhead, lines of paintings decorating the walls, curtains made of soft material draping each window, the pretty colors chosen to be the color of rooms, the grand enormity of the entrance hall; the list went on about the elegance of the castle.
The transition was a bit too quick for Ria; everyone was rushed to their respective chambers and were served their dinners there. Just like at camp, the meal was delicious. The staff of the castle, somehow knowing of the guests, had laid out a nightgown on the large, luxurious bed. Small of appetite, Ria picked at the food and changed into the linen. It was nearly dusk, not that late, for Ria considered herself more of a night owl. Although, the journey was quite exhausting on everyone. After a few more bites, Ria gracefully flopped onto the bed and pulled all the covers up.
Ria fell asleep quickly, like usual. What was different about the night was the nightmares that came with it. That evening, Ria dreamed of the war. The sights that couldn't be unseen. Ria watched innocents die at the hand of the witch: centaurs, fauns, beavers, foxes, cheetahs, rabbits, adgers, and griffins. Ria remembered the pain inflicted on the cuts and bruises that now lined her body. Ria dreamed of the traumatic times with the wolves. The feeling of their claws digging into the skin, their loud howls that made Ria flinch, their soft pelts that warmed Ria's freezing body as they strode past, and the chewed up pieces of leftover that became Ria's single daily meal, spare an occasional single piece of stale bread and cups of water. Ria relived the torture of the witch as she forced Ria to harness her power. The yells that became contradicted with a withdrawal of sharp sighs, the emotional abuse and stress that witch had caused, and the single sharp jab the witch had given Ria with her wand, which caused Ria to scramble away with fear. Finally, Ria watched the Pevensie siblings die. She saw each of them fall to the ground, defeated at the hand of the with. Susan fell when the witch froze over one of her arrows and sent it straight into her heart; Peter had been vested by the witch and ended up with his own sword stuck mightily in him; Lucy had been turned into a statue with a complexion of true terror, worry, and fear spread across it; Edmund had called just had he had been before with the witch's own staff that impaled him in the stomach. Worst of all, Ria watched Aslan. He leapt, as he did before, and landed on the witch; however, instead of pinning the witch, she managed to send her wand right through the middle. All that was left was the mighty lion, dead on a stick.