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I may have had luck getting IN, but I certainly didn't have any luck in getting OUT.
Things had gone completely wrong. When we first walked out and back into the populated areas of the camp, we made way with only one dwarf captain asking where I was taking the prisoners. Knowing that my normal voice would give me away- I mean these ugly creatures also tended to have ugly voices- I spoke with a hoarse tone and claimed that I was leading them to the general for further questioning. The Captain laughed cruelly and stated he would make sure not to miss their torture (aka questioning) from the General. So yanking on the rope for extra effect, I led Vicern and Tomse away from the still laughing Captain. It was strange to see a dwarf laugh so coldly like that. Honestly, I had grown so used to having dwarves laughing happily and joyfully when we sat around the fire at night.
Just as I had thought we were going to get away, for I could see the edge of the camp, there was a yell, "GRAB THE PRISONERS!"
Vi and Tomse were trained soldiers, having years of experience behind them, and as the word 'grab' was still being yelled they launched into action.
Me though? Well I sort of just froze, I couldn't believe that this was happening. We were so damn close to getting away and escaping this evil place, and now this happens? What the fuc-
They grabbed, bound, gagged, and pulled off my hood my identity before I even could blink. Though, I didn't care what they did to because... Because right before my eyes I saw Vicern and Tomse running into the safety of the forest, leaving behind several slain creatures. They had reacted. They had fought. They had escaped.
Again, luck wasn't with me. Then again I can't really blame it on the lack of luck- it was my fault that I just stood there. Even with Vicern's training and everyone saying that I had done well with my fighting, I had utterly failed when it came to the real thing. It's just that... The faces of those two guards and the weight of their bodies hitting the ground seemed to hold me back from hurting another. Ugh, what am I talking about?! That shouldn't even have anything to do with it, it's my duty to fight for Narnia even if I don't want to.
The very captain who had let me walk away came to my side and kicked my side making me wince.
"Think you can make a fool out me elf" he spat and was about to kick me again. This time, I did react. Enough of this pity crap about feeling bad for killing. You gotta do what you gotta do. There were two minotaurs holding me, but they were easily thrown away and in my rage I think I even threw one right into a fire pit nearby.
Tearing the ropes that had been tied around my wrists I caught the dwarf's leg and held him up, causing his helmet to fall from his head since he was now upside down. His eyes widened and remained silent in shock. Turning to the side I spat out the cloth which gagged me and faced hi one more free to speak once more. "I wouldn't try that again little freak." With a flick of my wrists I tossed him aside, and watched in amusement as he struggled to get to his feet.
The vile things around me seemed hesitant to capture me once more, but slowly they edged forward. I reached for my Sais which hadn't been taken away just yet in the few seconds I had been bound and under control. They glinted and I got into position. "Let's go!" I screamed and began the moves that Vicern had taught me.
It was all really a blur, because I used my warrior skills to my advantage. Now that I knew I had them at my disposal, I knew not to waste them and so with their help I had killed ten of my enemies in the first minute. About thirty of them of them remained and all were now backing away. They still were in a circle formation around me, but I much space in the middle of it. I felt a warm liquid running down my arms and risking a glance down I realized that it was blood. My Sais were no longer shining silver, but were covered in the red fluid and it was running down and onto my arms.
"Elleth, you shall pay!" shouted the General. Thinking in terms of a soldier, it was obvious that he would be the only one that I would really have to worry about. The rest of the creatures were just foot soldiers who made the weapons, so my guess was that they were not so highly of a threat. "You may have tricked my Captain here, but you fail to know that my quarters are in the opposite direction. A thoughtless plan!"
As the General Minotaur stepped forward and wielded his sword a cold, strong voice stopped him. "Cease! None shall harm the human girl!"
That voice sent shivers up and down my spine, I had no trouble recognizing the familiar voice of Jadis the White Witch.
The 'men' murmured, hissed, or whatever they do to one another. Apparently they were surprised to find that a human had defeated so many. Not relaxing but rather tensing up more, I slowly turned around to face her.
She was no different than she had been in my dreams, but only she was now standing ten feet away from me for real. Up this close I almost cringed at how pale and cold her complexion appeared, it was so deathly looking. Doubts filled me mind if whether or not she was actually alive.
Catching me off guard she bent forward and bowed. "Greetings to you Makayla Steen... Guardian of Narnia."
Upon hearing that, all hesitation from the 'men' ended and I found many blades pressed against my neck. Hands still firmly on my Sais, I bent my knees in preparation of ducking and attacking from below. However, there wasn't any need because with a motion of her hand all swords, knives, and blades were lowered. Interesting...
"Not going to kill me?" I asked not taking my eyes off the self-proclaimed Queen of Narnia.
She smiled bitterly, "I think not. We have yet to give you your wand... Despite Aslan's attempt to destroy what is rightly your property, it is safe and ready for your ownership."
"Don't think I'm stupid Witch. I know that the wand is evil."
"That is not true," Jadis approached me but I noticed she kept her wand down. At least she wasn't pointing it at me- yet. "The wand is not evil my dear. The wand only does what you want, it all depends on whether or not you have the strength to control it."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" I snorted. "Read the manual?"
Considering that she doesn't come from my world, it wasn't a big surprise that she didn't laugh. Ignoring my words she said calmly, "I can help you. I told you in our previous meeting, I know exactly what you are going through. There is that power flowing through you, seeking a way out. Beware human, for if you do not let it out it will escape the prison of your body at any time."
That would explain the sudden show of fire coming from my fingers. Aslan had not warned me, wait, he wasn't a witch. Nobody knew what it was to have this... Burning within you. At times I felt like I was going to explode and other times I just had this odd sensation. Its hard to describe it. Just the sensation of having power all inside you, itching but wonderful at the same time.
Jadis seemed to realize what I was talking about because she smile turned into a full grin. "I see that you know what I speak of. If you continue on living without proper instruction then you will surely be killed by your magic."
"Oh really?" then I grew curious. "So who taught you? You obviously had a teacher if you're alive today."
"Aren't you a clever one? Ah, I did not have a teacher though I barely lived through the beginning stages. I am not human however, so your body is much weaker than mine. You will not be able to cope with the power."
"How do I know that you're not making this up?!" making this demand I held out my Sais threateningly. Although, I couldn't help but agree with her on the not human bit. She may look like a woman, but there was just something about her that made it clear that she was not of mankind. Thanks to many of my new friends in Aslan's army, I learned that it was said that Jadis is descended from the giants and Jinns.
She laughed at my defensive action almost to mock me. I fought the coloring in my cheeks, she made me feel so small and pathetic compared to her. Jadis was tall, beautiful in her own way, and powerful when it came to magic. It was hard not to look at her like an idol... "I dare not lie to you Makayla. We are allies, friends even, not enemies."
Inside I wanted to roll my eyes at that load of bull, but decided to simply stare back at her. Right now, with all these creatures at the ready to kill me, aggravating the White Witch wasn't an option.
Continuing she stated, "I do not wish to bring harm upon you. The two of us are alike- we must align ourselves. There is no one else who knows what we feel, think, and wish for. Witches are different from others... We are alone."
Even though I should have ignored her, those words cut me deep down. This was exactly what I had feared from the start- I was going to be separate and unique. Vi and Peter both denied it, but I knew better. They along with the rest of the world, well worlds, would never be able to understand. Some people would train for years and years to gain fast reflexes, strength, among other qualities. For me though, they came naturally now and I had never had to do anything to get them.
Oh crap... She was right.
We really were alone.
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Vicern was seething. He had been so foolish to not notice that Makayla was not clearing her own path for escape. His attention was solely focused on protecting himself and getting into the woods. In his own selfishness he had failed to shelter the Guardian of Narnia, the very girl whom he gave his heart.
As soon as he and Tomse had gained the haven of the forest, they realized that their rescuer was not with them. Of course, Vicern had turned and began to march back into battle when he was held back by a firm, sad Tomse.
"We must go back to Aslan and warn him of what we've seen." The centaur declared wisely.
"No." Argued Vicern. "It is up to us to ensure the safety of the Guardian of Narnia as well as the royals. We can not just leave her here!"
"Lady Makayla is strong, as she should be since you trained her, and she would not want us to go back. You know the truth, there is no way we can defeat them all. Aslan must know that there numbers are growing much more than our own!" His voice softened and expression turned remorseful. "We must leave the Lady here and gain help from our army. Only then can we have the chance to return and save her."
The words were not lies, though Vicern did not want to accept them. His brain might be agreeing with the centaur, but his heart told him otherwise. What if he returned only to find that Makayla had been tortured or even slain? He would not be able to live with himself knowing that he might have been able to recover her from the White Witch.
His Elvin eyes allowed him to see her perfectly, even through the darkness and mist of the forest. She was facing the White Witch and there was no sign of fear at all in her posture nor face. Vi felt pride, it was remarkable that such a human could challenge such a horrid being. She was a remarkable being herself though. Perhaps that was why had fallen in love with her...
Pride turned into shock when he watched her lower her Sais and smile grimly at Jadis. In response to this peaceful movement, all of the soldiers around the Guardian lowered their weapons and trudged back to their duties. The elf could not believe what he was seeing, they were not capturing her or using force. Jadis even went as far to place a hand on Kay's shoulder before walking forward.
She was being treated... Kind.
"What is it you see?" questioned Tomse since he could not see so far through the trees.
Vicern ignored his friends and prayed to Aslan that Kay would somehow know he was there watching. By some miracle she would turn around and run to him, to be free.
His prayers were halfway answered, because Makayla turned around and Vicern could have sworn that she made eye contact with him. Was it possible? Could she see him even past all the darkness? Or was she just gazing in the forest's direction?
"Run." She mouthed before turning around and followed the White Witch. There were no chains on her arms nor legs, no blindfold, nor guards, no threats... And yet she placed her Sais at her waist and willingly walked behind Jadis.
Noticing that Tomse was still awaiting an answer, Vicern straightened up and shook his head. "Nothing. She is now in the possession of the White Witch. Now let us go my friend, we must warn Prince Peter and Aslan." Tomse nodded and took off with his powerful four legs.
With one glance over his shoulder Vi felt his heart grow heavy. She wanted him to be safe... And that meant leaving her behind.
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"You need new clothes." She spoke without turning around to face me.
I frowned at her bossiness- it hadn't been an offer nor question, it had been a statement. "Yes I do." I admitted knowing full well that my tunic was now practically rags. There were tears here and there as they had gotten caught in tree branches during my run here, then I had purposely smeared dirt all over them in order to blend in with the dismal clothes of her army. The two of us walked at a normal pace, with her in front of me taking the lead. At first neither of us had spoken, and silence was all there is. Then she had taken it upon herself to begin to name some of the monsters she called her men.
There were boogles, wraiths, cyclops, cruels, giants, horrors, ogres, hags, snakes, goblins, liches, minoboars, bats, sprites, ettins, and minotaurs to name a few. Sometimes though I couldn't tell the difference because they were all just hideous to me. I didn't care to differ them, all I knew was that they were all my enemies.
Although there was some relief when I saw animals that also existed back home. There were apes, bulls, white tigers, polar bears, wolves, and vultures around as well. At least I wouldn't be surrounded by complete foreign things.
The tour never seemed to come to an end and dread took over as I came to learn how many supporters the White Witch had. She had thousands and thousands of them! Already it was obvious that the Narnian army was greatly outnumbered. Finally, Jadis stopped walking and I found myself standing before three decent tents. All the other ones in camp were dirty and not very secure looking.
"This is my tent and where your lessons shall take place." She nodded towards the largest tent then pointed at a smaller, but no less grand, one beside it. "General Otmin would normally have the honor of living there but with your presence it is only fair that you stay there instead."
With her quiet again I was unsure of whether or not I should thank her. She was still the White Witch... But I still felt like we had some sort of special link towards one other, we were the only two magic beings. Plus, she was my teacher. If only Peter and the others could see me now- It was almost like I was siding with Jadis.
But in my soul I knew that I would never join her and her evil army.
"Now go and see your living space, I shall be right there with clothes." Not even bothering to look at me she left my side and disappeared into her tent. As soon as she was gone two minotaurs were at my side and I sighed. Looks like I have guards. They stayed behind me and did not say a word as I leisurely strolled to my tent's entrance. Lifting the flap- once more I had a very insecure door- I was relieved to see the guards took post outside and did not have any means of going inside with me.
At least I will have privacy here... I grew lonely thinking about that, at home I had my own room and never had thought twice about it. Now though, after sharing quarters with Lucy and Susan I had grown used to having constant company during the mornings and evenings.
Shaking my head to dispel the thoughts and memories I took in the interior. The walls did not have any paintings or lamps due to the fact that it mere cloth and would not be able to support such things, but nevertheless it was colored a soft green. To make up for the lack of lamps, there were tall lanterns that were spread out along the edges of the space and I noticed that I would have to find a match box to light them at night. (I do miss electricity...) Wooden chairs, a large dining table, work desk, and large bed furnished the large quarters. A bowl of fruit sat at the middle of the table and my stomach growled. I had not eaten since breakfast and it was nearing evening now. Deciding to wait for food later and first check that there were no hidden dwarves or something under my bed I checked.
As a child I had the fear of monsters under my bed. I guess that the habit of inspecting the space under the bed just has stuck with me.
Satisfied that I was indeed alone in the tent I allowed myself to smile a real smile- I had a bed! Not a simple pile of furs like I had with Aslan, but a real bed with a wooden frame and structure. I don't know if it was the same sort of mattress that I had back home, but whatever it was it looked like it was a mattress... Only brownish. I laid a hand on the warm furs and blankets that covered the bed and giggled as I knew that it was indeed a mattress.
"So you are content with the tent." Again it was a statement, not a question.
Jumping in surprise I spun around only to relax when I saw Jadis sitting at the desk. In her lap were clothes, but they were folded and I was unable to take a closer look. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Apparently." She said coolly. "You shall have to wear these until more can be made." Suddenly I found clothes flying through the air at an impossible speed, but reflexes came to my rescue and I easily caught them before they hit me in the face.
Jadis smirked and nodded her head in approval. "I see that you have already unleashed the warrior skills. First you manage to throw two full grown minotaurs, strength, slay ten of my men in a mere minute, speed, and have the courage to stand your ground against me, power. This is good news- for you will need these skills when you learn."
"I can't wait." I said faking happiness.
Her eyes narrowed down and she hissed, "Do not mock me human. Now we begin your lessons tomorrow morning at midday. I have plans before then so do not bother me and you are not to go anywhere without your guards. Ah, have you discovered what your witch power is?"
"Fire." I said loudly and with dignity. That should upset her... Fire melts snow and ice. I must say- I think I have the advantage here!
"I see." Her voice did not have any strain to it, but I swore that I saw anger in her eyes. With one last deadly glare she stood up and gracefully left.
I let go a breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding. No wonder she turned people to stone- she had a heart of stone!
The clothes were of fine material, silky sort of feel, and so I groaned grasping that I would be freezing. The air was cold and often there were breezes... Unfolding the material I couldn't help but smile slightly when I saw that it was a dress. It wasn't simple like those that Susan, Lucy, and I had worn- but very elaborate. Designs of swirls and curls were throughout the dress and they reminded me of snowflakes.
Jadis had the power of snow... Of course her gowns would compliment that. I wonder if that meant that my clothes would reflect fire.
Thankfully the dress was very modest and did not have a deep neck line or short length. It had a normal sort of t-shirt neck line, long sleeves, and reached down to my ankles. It was pure white and the designs a very attractive silver tone- not too bad. I had thought that I would have been given some ridiculous dress that the Witch might like to torture me with.
How odd, to have the evil White Witch treating me as if I were a sister.
I know a kiss-butt when I see one.
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They had taken only two and a half hours to reach Aslan's camp. Though both Vicern and Tomse knew that this was much slower than they normally could have done, they were just too tired and injured to reach their full capacity.
The horn blew loudly when the patrolling centaur spied them and in a few moments they had been swarmed by several soldiers. A talking horse kindly offered Vicern a ride, for all noticed that the elf's legs were trembling and he swayed slightly. Tomse was in no better condition, his toned body was now covered in reopened cuts and bruises.
"Get Aslan!" someone ordered and at once a bird flew off in search of the great lion.
With Vicern securely on the horse's- now introduced as Phillip, horse to Edmund- back and Tomse being helped by centaurs they were taken to the medical tent.
Word spread quickly throughout the camp and after several minutes of being bandaged and given ointment Aslan entered the tent closely followed my a concerned Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy.
"You are back and safe." Aslan spoke soothingly to the two weak soldiers. "You have my gratitude for you have shown courage and will far greater than most, but now you must speak of what has happened."
"Where is Kay?!" cried Lucy as the first of many tears fell.
Vicern could not even speak and his eyes simply followed the tear glide down the rosy cheek. He watched even as if fell from her face and onto the ground.
"She is in the Witch's camp." Tomse murmured and unable to meet the scared and horrified expressions on the royals' faces he looked away. Without looking up one time, he retold his and Vicern's story. He spoke of their capture, death of the gryphon, torture, imprisonment, and pain. He spoke of the growing numbers of the Witch's army and their endless amount of weapons. He spoke of the arrival of a hooded figure dragging the lifeless bodies of the guards, Makayla revealing herself, their desperate plan, and lastly of how she had been left behind while he and Vicern had reached safety.
Susan and Lucy were sobbing. The eldest of the two shouted angrily, "Why didn't you go back for her?! Why didn't you save her!? She risked her life to rescue you and this is how you repay her?"
Edmund was pale and shuddering as he remembered his time with Jadis. Hearing his sisters' crying he turned and hugged them in comfort. While the three of them supported one another as the weeping continued, Peter stood on the side. His face bore an expression that he never had used before, it was one of a pure mix: Sadness, Anger, Concern, Hatred, and Love? Perhaps not love, but it was a deep caring. Up to now he had never felt such a strong sense of caring towards any but his family, and yet he felt it so strong for Makayla. She had become best friends with Lucy, sister to Edmund and Susan, but exactly what was she to Peter?
Even he didn't know the answer. He did not know if it was romantic feelings towards her or just sibling affection, but all he knew is that she was important to him... He needed her to be there at his side once more- As all who were important were.