A/N And yet some more for my lovely readers, please don't be too harsh, I'm really going through some hard stuff this week. Love You All,

Your Author in Training,

Havah

The witches' army receded, and with them they took Rebecca and Peter. They had offered to let Rebecca go, but she refused to leave Peter. "My life means nothing without him, I might as well be dead if I can't be with him for at least a little longer, so if you will kill me, do it, just let me stay with him for a little longer."

"Oh, how touching, she loves him. Well, we might as well take her, tie her up, but let her stay near the boy." The witch was showing some strange compassion, and Rebecca felt that maybe some parts of the creatures she had inhabited had gone back in to her. The members of the army that had been summoned by the witch were now bandaging Peter's wound, though it was unclear to Rebecca why they would do that. Why would they try to save their enemy? Was there even any possibility that Peter was going to survive this? Rebecca knew he was strong, but she wasn't sure how strong. After bandaging the wounds, Peter was lifted off of the ground, and the procession moved from the battlefield towards a place that Rebecca had not seen before in Narnia.

They approached a castle, smaller then the other, but a castle none the less. The entire way there, Rebecca walked, silently crying, beside Peter's weak body. I don't know if you are still alive, I don't know if you can make it, but I know that you are strong, and that you did the right thing for Narnia. Rebecca thought only to herself, she knew that saying these things out loud may not be a good idea. Instead, she whispered one thing to him. "I love you," she said through her tears. Nothing more was said for the rest of the walk, which wasn't much longer.

When they reached the castle entrance, Rebecca and Peter were separated. Rebecca was taken into a room where she was unbound and locked in, without so much as a single word from anyone. She had no idea where Peter had been taken too, but she knew that wherever it was, he was no longer breathing, so it didn't really matter. Thoughts consumed her again, wondering if Peter was alive, if Edmund was alive, if anyone knew what had happened. What of Lucy and Susan, they may have no insight on what has happened? Nothing could be hurting more then what Rebecca was going through right now. It took Rebecca at least in hour in the small room to realize that the tears still hadn't stopped. One thing that she didn't have to worry about was her heart breaking, because that had already happened, and right now, nothing could make it worse.

Come one, please, somehow be alive! What if he is alive, what are they doing to him? He may be alive for now, but what good would that do them, they may kill him. The witch already tried to kill him, what would prevent her from doing it again. Fear and worry for Peter consumed, along with extreme fatigue, and she passed out. How long she was out, she didn't know, but when she woke, she felt awful. Her head hurt, and every inch of her body ached, she couldn't move. All she wanted to do was to close her eyes, and go back to sleep, but something was preventing that from happening. Something was coming over her, telling her that somehow, she was going to survive this.

"You, are you still alive?" Rebecca opened her eyes, not sure of when she had fallen asleep again. She looked up, and saw the witch. She wanted to kill her, every once of her body wanted to leap up and cause this woman as much pain as she was causing Rebecca.

"I want you to know, that if I ever heal, I am going to cause you the pain that you have brought on to me." It took Rebecca every ounce of energy she had left to speak these words.

"Oh, I'm so scared. A pitiful little girl, lying on the floor is going to be my demise."

"Wait, I could never cause you the pain that you have caused me, because I love him, and you don't love, you don't have the power to love, and no one loves you."

"Good, it's settled then, you could never cause me all of the pain that I have given to you because I have no love. Well, I'm going to strike another blow, the reason that I came to you, the man you love, well loved, is dead." All of Rebecca's fiery energy left her in a moment. She crumpled again, beyond tears, she was chocking on her feelings. The witch left Rebecca alone with her pain. Something in the way the witch had delivered the message angered Rebecca so much that she could not even begin to express her hate.

All Rebecca wanted now was to die. She had nothing left to live for, the only person who had ever cared for her was dead, and nothing else mattered. Selfishness took her over, as she thought about how she didn't care about the feelings of Susan, Lucy, and Edmund, if he was still alive. She couldn't even begin to imagine what they would go through once they found out, but she didn't care. Just then, in that room, Rebecca made a resolution that if given the option, she would neither eat nor drink, and eventually, she would die, then her pain would be gone. Even the thought of this awful pain being gone was enough to write her resolution in stone.