Chapter 14: An Idiotic Mistake

Shouting and screaming filled the air, as one-by-one, two-by-two, three-by-three doors banged open and people dropped dead or unconscious. The smell was horrifying – dark and salty, sour and sweet, mixed together. It filled Edmund's and Lucy's nostrils, causing them to stare blankly at the wall. Fighting against the wall of dark magic, they both jumped out of the dream-like state and almost fell out of their seats as the sounds reached their ears.

"What in all of Narnia!" Edmund exclaimed, jumping up from his spot.

Lucy followed suite, her dagger already dancing in her fingertips.

They rushed for the flap of the tent, but it was blocked by a tall, broad-back Animal.

"Dover." Lucy said sternly. "Please move."

"No, ma'am," the Buck said, shaking his antlered head. "You're not going out there."

"Ya, yer just kids. They're gon'na getcha if you do." Stumpkin said grumpily, coming up with Daleen behind them.

"Bambi…" Edmund started, wishing he had control in the situation.

The Buck shook his head violently. "Our job here is to make sure no one leaves their houses. Like you two did. We're going to keep you here until they pass through."

Both children shook their heads to the Buck's statement. "No."

Looking over their heads, the Buck glanced at his friend. "Stumpkin?"

"Yer?"

"They're not listening. If you know what's good for you, old friend, keep them distracted."

Staring at his 'old friend' for a moment, the Red Dwarf nodded. "Gertcha."

Just then, the Dwarf waddled back to the fire and pulled out a long, thick, rope from the sack near his log.

Eyes going big, both Royals knew what the rope was for. Immediately, Edmund unsheathed his sword, swinging it out to face the Dwarf. "If you know what's good for you, Dwarf, you'd put that rope down. Or go use it on those delinquents outside." He snarled.

The Dwarf stared at him, a blank expression across his face. "Really, boy? You know how to use that?"

Stealthily, Edmund approached him. He bent down to the Dwarf's eye-level. "I know more about Narnia that you think," he snapped.

Perplexed, the Dwarf retreated some, heading closer to the fire.

The sadistic expression on Edmund's face faltered slightly. Realising how close Stumpkin was to the fire, he whipped the rope out of the Dwarf's hands and faced the Buck.

"Now, Bambi," he said again, a vicious tone sprinkled onto his usually Just manner of speech. "There are people out there getting taken and kidnapped. If you're just going to just sit here and not do anything, I believe your position here is useless. Now, you either let my sister and I out there, or we'll be inclined to use force."

A grunt sounded from behind him. "Who are ya, anyways boy?"

"I am K—"

"Ed!" Lucy hissed, sprinting over to whisper in her brother's ear. "Don't you go thinking you're being all smart by getting us noticed."

Suddenly, the screaming outside subsided. A harsh silence filled the emptiness of the night. From the other side of the tent, a flap opened, a dark, gloved hand sticking into the area. Then, smoky powder fell into the air, a light-airy voice singing as it fell.

"Sleep, my pretties."

And as pretty as they all were, they fell to the ground, in an enchanted slumber.

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Minorés the Minotaur grunted, entering the small tent to see who he'd gotten this time.

The blasted Dwarf! Minorés thought irritably, as he kicked at the limp body of the unconscious Dwarven creature. And that Bambi boy… he gave an extra two kicks to the Buck who had once jutted him in the stomach with his antlers.

Continuing too pace, he saw two new figures lying side-by-side in the corner.

What are those things? The young Minotaur thought, bending down to poke the long-haired one on the shoulder. They're too delicate looking to be Dwarfs, and they have no fur to be Fauns.

Were they Humans?

No, they couldn't be.

But they could, couldn't they?

No.

His mind kept battling with him. If they were Humans, the Hags would love to know. Maybe they would be useful for whatever the Hags were planning. Herzina, his mother, had said they needed Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve to fulfill their purpose.

Minorés looked closer at them. He saw how small they were and how the black-haired one had hair over his chin.

"Dwarves," he muttered stupidly, kicking them once and leaving the tent. "What can ya do with 'em?"

Moments later, when the air was quiet and the two Pevensies awoke; Lucy moved her brown locks out and away from her brother's chin.

"Sorry," she muttered, rubbing a sore spot on her side.

He grumbled, rubbing his own back. "What just happened?"

So…I just realised, my previous chapters in this story have several mistakes and have been giving different information. For names, especially, I believe I have given Ed and Lu like three or four different cover names, because I kept forgetting them. Anyways, when I find time, I'll go back on those documents and fix them up properly.

Anyways, GUESS WHAT? I'm twenty-nine pages into writing a novel! That's a miracle for me, due to the fact that most stories I write are shorter than twenty-five or so pages. This one, I'm actually serious about, so it's good for me. And I know it's not perfect, or anything, but I only just started a few days ago. (The story has been in my head for years, though. My writing instructor wouldn't let let me write it at one point, because it wasn't original enough. But now I've spent two years thinking on it, perfecting every detail in my head, and it's completely changed from before.)

Yeah, my ramble is over. Sorry this chapter was short. I must go do some homework before bed. Night world. Thank yous all around!

Any yes, Minorés (a perhaps, Spanish-Minotaur? Lol, is that possible?) is pretty unintelligent. Oh, and I CAN write, the "yers" and the "gertchas" are just their way of speech.