The guard led Violet through a series of stairs going down, all the way to the dark depths of the castle, to the dungeons. She just hoped that she would be placed in a cell as far as possible from Edmund, but her luck was against her. When she saw the guard unlocking the gates of Edmund's cell, she began to squirm and struggle violently against the guard's grip, but the guard only tightened it. Violet kicked and screamed, but it was no use.

Soon, her wrists and ankles were chained the the ice walls, and the guard locked the gate behind him as he left Violet to struggle against the irons. She screamed to be released, then she started screaming at Edmund.

"IT'S ALL YOU FAULT!" she screamed. "YOU AND YOUR SELFISH ASS GOT US HERE! I HATE YOU!"

Suddenly, the sound of howling wolves pierced the air, silencing Violet. They both realized what this meant - Edmund's siblings were now being hunted down.

Violet stopped screaming, and she was instead reduced to a pile of heaving sobs and streaming tears.

Edmund felt guilt racking his heart, as he watched Violet being reduced into a sobbing mess. Each tear, each sob, each raking gasp that she took clawed at his heart. This was all his fault. He couldn't believe that he had fallen for the Witch's cheap act. He had gotten them locked up here, and his family were now probably dead. All of this was his fault.

He reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder (a difficult task, what with the extra weight of the chains pulling him down) but Violet gave a small shriek and shuffled away as fast as she could, away from him. He looked into her eyes, and found none of the fierceness that had been there when he first met her. Instead, he saw vulnerability, and this made him feel even guiltier.

Violet was an absolute mess. She had never felt so bare, so vulnerable, so weak, not since her attack. She had sworn never to feel so helpless again, and had even taken karate classes, climbing to the top of her class, driven by her determination to never feel weak , all the walls she had worked so hard to build for the past few years had been destroyed by something she didn't even know she cared about, until now. A country she didn't even know existed. This fact angered Violet, which only increased her tears.

Violet's crying had by now ceased, tears dry, red rims around her now puffy eyes, and a bad case of the hiccups, not to mention sniffling. She watched him pick up a mug, only tossing it away in frustration to find that its contents were frozen. He didn't even touch the tough, moldy bread. The dwarf had indeed given Edmund something to eat, it just wasn't the Turkish Delight he was looking for. Serves him right, Violet thought.

Suddenly, a scraping sound on the ice from the cell next to them made them jump.

Apparently, they weren't alone in this accursed dungeon.

"If you're not going to eat that..." a voice said to their right. Violet ignored the voice, but to her surprise, Edmund picked up the uneaten bread, and shuffled over the the prisoner in the next cell, handing it to him through the bars. Violet was surprised at his display of kindness, and her heart melted slightly - at least he was beginning to pay back the Narnians for what he'd done, no matter how small it was, it was a start. It was then that she looked up at the prisoner next door, and saw a rather peculiar sight meet her eyes. The man had his hooves chained to the wall, as he didn't have any ankles to spare... Wait. Hooves?

Then she recognized that familiar red scarf around his neck.

"Mr. Tumnus!" Violet gasped.

"Violet?" he said disbelievingly.

She shuffled to him as fast as the weight of the shackles would allow, and the faun did the same. Tumnus looked extremely beat up, bruises blossoming all over his face, his hooves were twisted at an awkward angle, and his horns were chipped at some places. That, and he had nothing but his scarf on him to warm him up in his literal prison of ice.

"Oh God, what did they do to you?" Violet whispered, tears once again brimming when she thought that she had run dry.

"It's nothing I can't handle," the faun sniffled, giving Violet a sad smile. She couldn't help but return the smile. She watched as he began to nibble on the bread, then he noticed Edmund.

"You're Lucy Pevensie's brother," he said. It wasn't a question.

"I'm Edmund," he confirmed.

"You have the same nose," the faun said, a weak attempt at humour. Edmund rubbed his nose self-consciously, feeling another wave of guilt crash down on him. Any memory of his family caused a similar reaction.

All humor aside, the faun addressed Edmund once again.

"Is she alright?"

No reply.

"Is she safe?" he asked, a tone of desperation in his voice.

Still, no reply.

He turned to Violet for answers.

"Please tell me Lucy is alright," he begged.

"I hope so," she replied tearfully.

Suddenly, the clanging of gates could be heard, and they all frantically shuffled back to their original places, not wanting to be caught talking to each other. The Witch stormed in, throwing their gates open, her nostrils flaring in fury, a deadly calm yet terrifying expression on her face. She approached Edmund, towering over him as he cowered at her feet.

"My police," she began in a deadly calm voice that dripped with poison. " tore that dam apart. And your little family was nowhere to be found,"

Violet sighed in relief. They were safe.

But the Witch was waiting for Edmund to say something, and when she received no answer from Edmund, she grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, chains and all, so her black eyes bore directly into his.

"Where did they go?" she demanded.

"I don't know!" Edmund cried. He was dropped unceremoniously on the icy floor.

"Then you're of no further use to me," she said coldly, raising her wand to stab Edmund.

"Wait!" Edmund cried, raising his arms feebly in defense. The Witch lowered her wand, in hope to get more information.

"The beaver said something about Aslan!" he blurted. Violet saw her vision go red, but she bit back the urge to scream in rage. Her palm tingled, wanting to rip him to pieces, but she stopped herself. If she was going to stay alive, she was going to have to control her temper.

"Aslan?"'the Witch said hopefully. "Where?"

"Please, Your Majesty," Mr. Tumnus blurted. "he's new here you can't expect him to know anything-"

He cried out in pain, as Ginarrbrik had smashed the butt of his axe into the faun's face, adding to his collection of bruises.

"I said," the Witch continued as if nothing had happened. "Where ism Aslan?"

Mr. Tumnus was giving him a look of pure desperation, begging him not to say anything more, while Violet had an expression of pure rage, threatening to kill him if he said anything.

Edmund was stuck. Should he do the right thing and keep quiet, or tell the Witch and have the blood of his family and hundreds of innocent people on his hands? He was probably going to die either way, so he decided to not choose either, and do the thing he did best.

"I don't know," he lied. The Witch narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, this was not the answer she wanted, but it was an answer nonetheless.

"I wanted to see you!" he added, praying that the Witch would believe him. The Witch pulled her wand back to her side - the lie was told. She had taken the bait.

"Guard!" she called. "Take him upstairs,"

Edmund braced himself for what was to come, whatever it was that would be upstairs. He heard and clang, and a cry of pain, but it did not come from his mouth. He surprisingly felt no pain, and dared to open his eyes to see what was happening. His chains were still intact - it was the faun who had been released. The ogre grabbed Tumnus by the neck and thew him at thr Witch's feet, as if he were nothing but a rag doll.

"Do you know why you're here, faun?" the Witch addressed him pitilessly, looking down on him.

"I am here," the faun replied pain filling his voice as he dared to look the Witch straight into her black eyes. "Because I believe in a free Narnia,"

The Witch gave him a pitiful smile that once again didn't reach her eyes.

"You are here," she announced "Because he," she pointed at Edmund. "Turned you in... for sweets."

The faun's face showed no anger or hatred, only disappointment and pity.

"Take care of him, Violet," the faun whispered as he was dragged past her. "Narnia depends on our Guardian,"|

The White Witch gasped, anger flaring on hr face.

"No, it isn't possible!" she hissed.

Violet became confused.

"What Guardian? And-"

She felt something smashing into her forehead. The next thing she knew, her face was pressed against the cold, ice floor, then her world faded into black nothingness.

"NO!" Edmund cried as Violet fell to the floor, blood trickling out of a large gash on her forehead. Th Witch had slammed the butt of her wand into Violet's forehead, effectively knocking her out.

"Ready my sleigh, and put the girl in too," the Witch said, smiling coldly. "Edmund misses his family,"

Then all Edmund could do as another guard dragged her unconscious body away, was curl up and cry.

A couple of hours later, Edmund was being shaken awake by a hideous ogre.

"Her Majesty is ready, and she says you're to come with her," the ogre grunted. Then he violently pulled Edmund up, 'helping' him get to his feet, before he shook himself out of the creature's grasp.

"I can get up myself," he snapped. Then the ogre mumbled something unintelligibly, then bent down to unlock Edmund's chains. He was then grabbed and steered out of the cell. By the time they reached the courtyard of stone statues, Edmund noticed a new addition, right in front of him.

He gasped in horror, recognizing the statue to be Mr. Tumnus. His face was forever frozen in a twisted mask of pain, bent down to feebly protect his mid-section. Then something clicked. If this statue was Mr. Tumnus, then that meant... all these other statues... they must have been alive once.

How many innocent people had the Witch trapped in here?

The ogre then roughly pushed him towards the Witch's sleigh, where he saw a familiar pair of black shoes with white laces hanging limp out of it.

"Violet!" he gasped in horror.

"Come Edmund," the Witch commanded, seating herself in the sleigh. "Why don't you sit with your... friend?"

Edmund walked over to the sleigh and sat on the floor at the Witch's feet. As they took off, he saw flash of blond and sliver behind one of the towering ice pillars. He strained his neck to get a closer look, and met a pair of silver eyes. He gasped and blinked, then it was gone.

What was that? he thought. He shook it off and began to try to warm himself form the icy wind that whipped at his face. He looked at Violet lying next to him, the dried blood crusted on her forehead and in her beautiful brown hair. He repositioned himself so her head was resting on his lap. All hatred for her was gone - his heart went out to her for sticking with him through his multiple betrayals, and for shouting at him and trying to steer him away from temptation. Although she had failed, he admired her for the effort.

As he stroked her hair gently, he realized just how beautiful she was. Through all those baggy homeless clothes and attitude, she still had quite a pretty face. If she wasn't so hostile, he might have considered...no, stop right there Ed. He told himself. She'd never have him. He'd sold out his family for sweets. He'd betrayed a country, his family, his friend... and the way Peter looked at her, and the way she looked at him. Edmund could never have her. But did he want her?

As this inner battle raged, the frustration and anger he'd held back turned into a single tear, which trickled down his cheek and onto hers. Her eyelids flickered open, her clear hazel eyes looked round, as she tried to gather her surroundings. Edmund noticed something peculiar about her eyes. They had flecks of green and gold, scattered across those beautiful hazel orbs.Beautiful, he thought.

Violet awoke, the sharp winter wind slapping her face, and a drop of hot liquid trickling down her face. It wasn't hers. She looked up to see chocolate brown eyes scanning her face. She saw his eyes filled with so many emotions; concern, guilt, fear, anger, confusion... every possible negative emotion.

"Sweet," the Witch said, smirking at them. It was then that Violet realized that her head was on Edmund's lap, and she sat up abruptly causing her head to spin.

"Woah, slowly now," he said, his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. For some reason, as she looked into his eyes, she didn't mind his hands there. She leaned into him, each tear slipping down her face quietly. She cried into his shoulders, letting her walls come down. He just held her, whispering words of comfort. Too bad he might not be able to do this again.

"I'm so sorry," she murmured.

"Don't apologize." he begged. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I got us and everyone else into this mess."

They stayed like that until the sleigh came to a stop. When Violet raised her head to look around, she saw that the entire place was no longer covered in snow, and there stood a churning waterfall before them. The ground was covered in lush green grass, the trees had shed all their icicles and the temperature was considerably warmer. They all got out of the sleigh, observing this new Witch glared at everything that had no traces of winter, as if it was their fault. Her magic was failing, and Violet and Edmund seemed to notice too.

Suddenly, they heard the whimpering sounds of n animal. All three of them turned around to see a pack of huge wolves, the leader gripping a wounder fox between his jaws. He threw it at the Witch's feet, the fox whimpering in pain. Violet watched as the fox bravely got to his feet.

"We found the traitor," the alpha wolf growled. "He was rounding up your enemies in the woods."

"Ah," the Witch said. "Nice of you to drop in. You were so helpful to my wolves last night. Perhaps you can help me now."

"Forgive me Your Majesty," the fox sighed.

"Oh, don't waste my time with flattery," the Witch snapped.

"Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you." he said, then turned to Edmund and bowed. Edmund looked rather shocked, and kept glancing nervously towards the Witch who didn't look very happy at all.

"And of course," the fox chuckled. "I haven't forgotten you, milady." Then he bowed to Violet as well. Violet as well was in shock, and the Witch was fuming. She walked towards the fox, spinning her wand menacingly and pointing it at his throat.

"Where are the humans headed?" she demanded. The fox hung his head.

Silence.

The Witch plunged her wands downwards.

"Wait!" Edmund cried. "No, don't!"

"What are you doing?" Violet hissed.

"Silence!" the Witch demanded. "If he chooses to loosen his tongue, let him."

"The beaver said something about the Stone Table, that Aslan had an army there,"

This stopped the Witch.

"An army?" she said. She lowered her wand, and Violet glared at him disgustedly. The fox hung his head in despair. He was alive, but the Witch now had information on them. Death would've been a better option.

"Thank you Edmund," the Witch said cheerfully. "Well I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty. Before he died!"

The Witch plunged her wand into the small body of the fox, turning it to stone.

"NO!" Violet and Edmund cried in unison. The Witch faced Edmund, and backhanded him hard across the face.

"Think about who's side you're on Edmund," she hissed. "Mine, or theirs?" Then she walked back to the sleigh. Violet approached him, betrayal and anger in her eyes.

"Which side are you on, Ed?" she spat, glaring at him. Edmund hung his head in despair.

He was destroying his life.

He had to make a choice.

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