Alright, so I'm one with chapter…14 and now working on chapter 15!! And yet, there is still many more chapters to go!! Lol, go figure…but I have been working on this story!

Also, I should let you all know that in 16 days, I leave for college, I'm from California and be going to Maine….and so, I don't know how updating is going to go and stuff….Maybe I get 20 chapters by the end of this year!! Or not…anyways!

I hope you all like this chapter….hmm….sorry for taking so long in uploading it!! Sigh…

I figure it fits cause of what happens….ya know? That and also how everyone else around him feels at having to see him walk away and not knowing of him, get me? Well, I hope so!!

Crawling- Linkin Park
crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
its haunting how I can't seem...

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Chapter 10: Crawling
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"You can safe them. Just come with me."
Peter looked at Lucy. Her eyes were wide with fear. Susan was shaking her head, eyes tearing. Edmund was pounding against the ice with his sword, eyes filled with hatred.

Caspian was also trying to break free, desperately.

It was down to him. He could save them. All he had to do was go with her.

"Let them go," he stated. His choice had been done for him the moment his siblings and Caspian were captured. He would give his life up for theirs, without hesitation.

Her laughter resounded through the valley. Peter was suddenly released. The armies of the opposing force were beginning to reside, until only a few handful remained.

Peter stood up, shakily.

He didn't look at them, because he knew they wouldn't want him to give himself up. There was no other choice. For them, he would do anything. He looked at her, at the woman.

"Good." She grinned, sinisterly.

He walked over and got into the carriage, head bowed down. With a sickening crack, they were bounding out. Peter closed his eyes, the screams of his family reaching him. It was for their good, he hoped they saw that. He hoped they would forgive him and god, he hoped they would be safe.

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Peter found himself being thrown into a dungeon. He was expecting it to have been made of complete ice, but it was actually just a stone dungeon. It was still freezing, though. Peter shuddered, rubbing his arms. He looked around, unsure of what to expect.

He wasn't alone for long, for suddenly the gate slid open.

He didn't scramble back, he just sat there leaning against the wall, waiting. He was not going to let his fear and apprehension show; he was Peter the Magnificent after all.

The long, white coat swirled around her. It reached all way to the floor, completely covering her. He couldn't see her face, for she kept her hood over her face.
Peter remained quiet and just watched her walked towards him.

Suddenly she laughed.

"Oh, my dear Peter, finally you are here with me!" She said, reaching up for her hood. Her hands were pale, very pale, yet they still held some color. Peter's eyes widened as the hood fell. Her hair was white with streaks of black. Her eyes were a very light brown and her lips had a violet tint to them. It was as if she was slowly freezing.

"Who are you? What are you?" Peter asked, unsure of what to make of her. She just smiled.

"Why, you can call me love, but my name is Crystal. I am a telemarine, of course!" She said, as if it was obvious. There was no way she could be a telemarine, he never saw one who looked like her.

"Well, what do you want from me?" Peter asked, deciding that at the moment it wasn't important to figure out what she was, since at any moment she could kill him.

"You." She grinned that evil smile of her that had Peter shivering.

"You already have me. I'm here." Peter stated, unsure of what it was that she was thinking. Was she planning on taking over Narnia? Was she trying to bring the white witch back?

"Ahh, yes, you are, aren't you?" She purred, bending down to Peter's eye level. Peter glared at her, not impressed with her at all. Even though, deep inside he was trembling with fear.

"Why exactly do you want me here?" Peter asked, voice laced with as much defiance as possible. Crystal reached over and ran one of her fingernails down his cheek. He pulled away from her, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

Crystal snarled and took hold of Peter's chin, pulling close to her face.

"Ahh, you will love me, and soon, you will belong only to me!" She hissed, her nails digging into Peter's skin.

"I would never love you. You may keep me here, but not by my will!" Peter snarled, pushing away and making to bite her hand.
SNAP!
Peter winced, a bid red in print on his cheek. Crystal growled, hand still held up high after slapping Peter. Peter hissed and glared back at her, furious.

"Trust me, you and I will soon be inseparable." She laughed maniacally.
Suddenly a man walked in and bowed.

"Your highness, the next dose is ready." He stated, eyes moving to look at Peter, in wonder, before looking back at Crystal. Crystal looked at Peter and smiled sweetly.

"Soon, I'll be complete. We will start you on your doses soon." She muttered, standing up and turning around. The man nodded and walked out.

"I shall come back for you, my love. You will join me."
With that, she walked out, leaving him alone once again. Peter sighed and leaned against the wall. She wanted him and only him, it seemed. Did that mean his siblings were alright? He hoped so.

Peter heard the door opening and scrambled to his feet.

She walked in, her hood down. His eyes widened for her eyes were gray now, and her hair was mostly white. Her skin was all pale, coming close to being white.

How was that possible?
"Jardis, she was the white witch, but did you ever wonder how she came to be?" Crystal grinned as man came in behind her and moved to Peter. Peter's eyes widened and he tried to struggle but to no use. He gasped as he was knocked off his feet, before he was picked up and dragged out.

"See, her magic was that of the ice, and once she was gone, it was dispersed." Crystal went on, not sparing a glance for Peter. Peter looked up and saw that just outside his cell, there was an altar. The stones were actually pillars of ice. Everything around the pillars was covered in ice, while all the rest was completely dry.

"I was given the option to help the white witches reign. As you can see, the price is this." She motioned to her body, but there was no regret in her voice.
Peter's eyes widened as he suddenly understood. They were transferring the white witch's magic to Crystal, turning her into the white witch.

"They wanted me to release her, but it didn't go with my plans. We are going to share the power, Peter. You and I." She turned to him, before snapping her fingers.
Peter found himself being dragged over to the center of the altar, to the middle of the ice.

No way was he going to go through it. He planted his feet firmly down and pushed against the men holding him. He caught them off guard and managed to weaken their grasp on him. He slammed against one causing him to let go. He tried to slip from the other's grasp when he was suddenly hit on the stomach. He gasped.

He reeled back as he was hit on the chest. He slumped to the ground, leaning shakily on his arms, before being kicked on the chest.
Suddenly his chest begin to constrict. The air was having a hard time getting to his lungs.
He wheezed for breath. He was dragged over to the center, but he hardly felt it.

Air was his major problem at the moment and the one thing he focused above else.

It was then that he felt it, in between the blurry vision and the painful chest. A sudden prickling coldness hit him, causing him to arch up in pain. It was cold, oh so cold.

Suddenly, his vision blackened as air lessened in his body.
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Caspian sat there, looking down at the floor.
He couldn't believe what had happened.
"Sir?"

Caspian didn't look up. He just kept staring down at the floor.
"Sent our best spies. Tell them to not come back until they have found him." Caspian muttered. He didn't notice when the soldier left, his mind still going over the last moments of the battle.

"We'll find him, sir. We promise."
Henry muttered, before closing the door behind him. Henry would make sure of it. Peter would be found, he would personally make sure of it.

Caspian looked up, and stared at the door. Yes, Peter would be found.
He had to be found……he had to…….

Lucy stood there, watching the sunset. She didn't see the beautiful reds and orange colors. She didn't see the way the light reflected upon everything. To her, it was all black and white; there was no color to the world, not without Peter.

Susan sat upon the sofa, eyes locked upon the fire dancing in the fireplace. She didn't see the fire. She couldn't feel its warmth. There was nothing that took away the coldness, not when Peter was gone.

Edmund laid down on the bed, eyes locked upon the bed's frame. Usually, he would look in awe at the beautiful craftsmanship, but not this time. All he could see was Peter, walking away.

"We'll get him back."

Lucy and Edmund turned their heads to look at Susan.
Susan took a deep breath. She was the eldest of the three, Peter was not there to calm them, it was her job now. She looked up, determinedly.

"Peter has not let us down before. We will get him back." Susan said, sound more sure of herself. Deep inside, she wanted to cry. Deep inside, she wanted to just throw responsibility but she couldn't.

Lucy looked at Susan, eyes teary. Edmund sat up and looked at Susan, eyes glossy. Susan gave them a watery smile and did the one thing that Peter always did for them, she opened her arms for them.

Lucy and Edmund quickly ran to her, hugging each other tightly.

They remained like that for a while, until finally all of the adrenaline left them. They couldn't keep their eyes open any longer. They moved over to the bed and they all slid under the covers. They didn't dare sleep on their own; they needed the comfort of each other.

Lucy slid from the bed and walked over to the window.

"Aslan, wherever you are, please….help us…" Lucy whispered, hoping Aslan will appear to bring Peter back.
She cast one last glance outside, before going back to bed.

Aslan will help them, she had to believe that….for Peter…..

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To be Continued

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Well….how was that? Did we all forget that Peter has trouble with his lungs? Because I did until this chapter, and then I was like, omg! I remember now! And yeah, so I put that in and hey, it works, doesn't it? Hmm….well, yeah…so Caspian and Peter not together yet…but hey, some relationships take time, right? Hope you all still sticking around!! They'll get together, I promise you all that! Just, not yet….hmmm….well, review and tell me what you all think!! Love you all!!