A/N: I'm back(wasn't gone that long, actually) I own a girl, a centaur and a mouse. Nothin' else.
Chapter 11
"Servant!" Cried the angry queen. "Servant!" She yelled, her normally creamy voice ending in a screech. A little faun girl ran up wobbling slightly from side to side under the weight of the tray she carried.
"My apologies, Queen Kayla." She panted as she set down the tray of what appeared to be gold, with glass at the center. The queen clenched her fists, an angry red flush filling her cheeks.
"Oh course you are, my dear." Her voice was soothing and calm. The little faun girl started shaking, her eyes fixed on the ground. "And, I might forgive you, if I didn't know about your brother." The girl jolted, but kept her eyes on her cloven feet. The queen smiled. "Oh yes, and I know of your grandfather, as well. He had a hand in my sister's downfall, you know. Are you proud of that?" The girl didn't respond. "You are, I can sense it. You have been late with my tray every day since you got here. I think." Here the queen paused, examining the curly head beneath her. "I think you are here to keep me from using my magic." The child still did not look up, or anywhere, at anything. The queen forced the child's head up with a long, strong hand. The child's eyes were clamped shut. The queen laughed, a tinkling, gentle laugh. "Foolish one, do you think your eye lids can protect you from me?"
With that she released the child's chin and walked slowly to a little desk, on which rested a little flask. Taking the flask off the desk, she opened and drank from it. Then, she exhaled, and from her mouth emerged long, gray tendrils of gray smoke. The faun girl, guessing what was about to happen, took off, sprinting a fast as her little legs could carry her. But, they could never carry her far enough nor fast enough to evade the gray tendrils of death which wafted quickly after her.
She began to feel more tired, her lids grew heavy, her limbs heavier, her will to run was leaking quickly, along with her will to fight. To fight. To fight what? A queen? Which queen? Wasn't? NO! Mustn't listen! Mustn't stop! Mustn't stop…mustn't mustn't must stop. So tired. What was that lovely smell? Why was she running? So tired….must must must stop stop stop stop stop stop. The voice? Who's voice? Finally, the girl stopped and stood, motionless, with gray smoke circling around her head, her eyes half closed.
Her brain was blanketed in mist, she could barely see through the gray smoke, and couldn't even think. Not anymore. Wait. Her mind quickened as she saw a beautiful woman walking slowly, slowly toward her. Oh no! Must run! She tried to pull her heavy body into action, but the gray smoke had made her body lead. A smooth, silky voice cut through her fog. The voice came from the queen! She mustn't listen.
"You must listen." She must listen.
"You are so tired." She was so tired.
"Sleep, little one." Sleep. So warm, so safe. No more figting.
"Sleep." Sleep.
"Sleep." Sleep.
The little faun girl gave in, her heart slowed, her blood stopped her breath died, and she was gone. Forever.
"That is what happens to traitors!" The queen smirked, then turned, and walked away. Queen Kayla smirked. "That little fool!" Her grandfather had tried to betray my sister, and what did it get him? Stone! Tumnus had been a fool, and it seemed to run in the family. She inhaled deeply. There was just enough time left to see what was going on in her land of Narnia. She entered her room again, and taking the round gold disk where her little faun girl had laid it, breathed on it, then chanted.
Life is breath
breath is death
Breath sight
And dark as light
Breath of evil show me danger
Breath of death reveal any stranger
Who threatens my glorious reign,
So I may give them death and pain.
The white fog on her disk grew, and grew, until it was in the shape of a centaur and a mouse, then it shrunk and grew again, this time in the shape of a girl, with a sword in her hand. Then, next to the girl, the white fog of her breath formed her own shape. The two shapes started as the same size, but the girl stayed solid, while the queen slowly faded, and the final shape was that of a large lion, standing behind the girl, roaring. She stared at the blank disk. A daughter of Eve had come to threaten her precious power! She must be dealt with! She breathed on her disk and chanted again.
This threat, this child
Go where she lives, free and wild
Take her breath and make it still
Make her loose all sense of will
Make her sleep the sleep of death
Make her breath be no more
Kill her slowly from the core!
And from the plate, rose a cloud of gray smoke, which headed directly for Cauldron Pool, and for Rachel.