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Edmund sat beside where the Witch was standing. He was shivering from cold and hunger, but he didn't seem to care. All he could think about was his brother and sisters. How could he have been so stupid? Why hadn't he listened to Lucy or those Beavers? They had told him that the Witch was evil, yet he had not listened to any of them.

He had betrayed his family. The ones that cared and loved him more then anybody or anything else in the world. He had always thought they had never liked him. Hated him even. He had told the Witch that Peter, Susan and Lucy were nothing special, but that wasn't true. When he had realized the real intention of the Witch wanting him to bring his siblings to her castle; a guilty feeling had plagued him.

When he had heard her command for the wolves to kill anything alive at the Beavers' house, he felt his heart break. He had felt as though he was going to throw up. A sickening feeling filled his stomach, mixed with extreme guilt and fear. Not for himself, but for his siblings. He feared for their safety. He hoped against all the odds that they were still alive…

Suddenly the whole camp was in an uproar, interrupting the raven haired boy from his musing. Without thinking he stood up, to try and see what was happening. He saw centaurs, leopards, horses and birds were attacking the Witch's army. Then a wolf ran towards the Witch.

"Your majesty," he said panting and bowing low, "Hide the human, they are looking for him."

The Witch turned to the young boy, "Get down."

She struck him across the face with her wand, knocking him to the ground. Pain speared across his nose and mouth, making his eyes water.

"They followed me here by his command," said the wolf making Edmund look up

"You mean Aslan?" he asked, daring to hope. Again he felt pain strike into his face, only this time it was worse, as the Witch struck him again.

"Silence!" she hissed, "Say that name again and I will cut your tongue out."

Edmund felt liquid run down from his nose. He wiped his nose, only to smudge blood across his small cheek and hand.

"We would have killed the two daughters of Eve, but they climbed into a tree and one blew a horn. Then the other Son of Adam came and he killed my captain. I watched from the trees."

Edmund slowly registered everything the wolf was saying; he then realized that they were alive. His brother and sisters were alive. He was able to breathe again as relief swept over time. The sickening feeling in his stomach disappeared only to be replaced by guilt and shame. But the important thing was that they were safe. At least now if the Witch killed him, he would know his family was safe…

He hadn't even realized that blood had poured down his nose at an alarming rate. It had traveled down his chin, down his neck and was absorbing into his sweater. He wiped the blood from his mouth, causing a blood trail along his other cheek. The Witch must have hit him harder then he had thought.

Suddenly he felt a hand grab the back of his jumper and roughly pull him to his feet. Looking up he saw it was the Witch's dwarf.

"Get up, scum!" he snarled at him. Edmund stood but felt unsteady on his feet. He felt a terrible headache coming on. He pulled his sleeve over his hand and squeezed his nose, hoping the bleeding would stop.

"They will not stay long, your highness," said the dwarf, addressing the Witch, "Maybe you should hurry them on, your greatness."

The Witch smiled and took a better grip on her wand. But it was Edmund who spoke, "Please. Don't hurt them. They're looking for me."

The Witch turned to him and slapped him across the mouth with as much force she could master, making Edmund stumble backwards and fall to the floor, "Edmund, you will speak when spoken to, is that in anyway unclear?"

Her voice was calm and sweet but her attack had been vicious. Edmund pledged silently with himself not to cry, that boys don't cry. She wiped her blood stained hand on her coat, not caring how noticeably red it looked on her white coat.

Edmund tasted blood in his mouth. His mouth and nose were hurting painfully now and knew that his face would be bruised. He looked up at her and saw she was standing over him, wand in hand.

When he remained silent she struck him across his face again with her wand. "Answer me," she snarled

"No, your majesty," Edmund managed to gasp out. He was in a lot of pain now. He felt dizzy and sick. His eyes were blurring over as tears filed them and began to fall. He reached up and tried to wipe his face clean, but the blood he removed was soon only replaced by more blood.

He replaced his hand over his nose and remembered when he was younger and his mother had instructed him how to stop a nose bled. But Edmund knew this was no nosebleed. It was just blood gushing from his nose, disturbingly fast.

Edmund remained on the floor, in a heap of blood and dirt, while the Witch met and talked with her supporters.

I guess I deserve this, he thought sadly.

It was an hour before the Witch's dwarf came and got Edmund from the floor. He lay down and curled up in a small ball and lay there, not moving. The only good thing that had happened was his blood nose had stopped, but he was covered in blood. He had managed to wipe most of it from his face.

His pale face, with was whiter then ever, was blood stained from his nose downwards. The dwarf had pulled him outside and tied him to a tree. The robes were tight and were digging into his skin. They were very suffocating, mainly the ones along his chest.

He felt weak and couldn't stop trembling. He had a dreadful headache and he was starving. He was willing himself not to cry, not here. He wouldn't give the Witch that much satisfaction to see him cry.

He sat tied against the tree for what seemed like hours. It was only after; when it was dark did he see something strange. He thought he saw something or someone creep around in the darkness. He looked around him and saw the wolf, who had informed the Witch what had happen at Aslan's camp also noticed something.

His head rose from the ground and his hair was on end. He sniffed and suddenly gave a low growl, "I smell man flesh. It it's not coming from the prisoner."

He didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular. His teeth barred and growling as he approached the area where Edmund had seen movement. Suddenly an arrow came soaring out of the darkness hitting the wolf in between the eyes. He gave a tiny yelp before falling to ground with a soft thump.

Edmund looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but nobody else was around. The wolf must have been sent to guard him. Edmund remember the Witch saying something about a war with Aslan. Maybe that's were all her supporters were. Training or preparing for battle…

He quickly looked back at the place where the arrow had come from but he couldn't see anything apart for blackness. Suddenly he saw more movement to the left of him, in the bushes, then a girl stumbled forward holding a bow and arrow at the ready.

Edmund recognized her at once. It was Susan. His eyes widened in surprise. His older sister glanced at him and placed a finger over her lips. She then looked around and once she was sure that there was no other threats present she lowly her arrow. She knelt down next to her brother.

Relief eased her nerves slightly as she saw her younger brother. But the way he looked broke her heart. He was covered in blood and his face a chalk white. He looked even younger and smaller then he really was sitting here strapped to the truck of the tree.

She saw his eyes widen and after making sure that nobody else was around she replaced her arrow and bow in their holders. She knelt down next to him and as quickly as she could; untied the piece of cloth that was tied around Edmund's mouth. It was hard at first because the knot was tight but she was able to free it eventually.

"Oh Edmund," she said, "What happened? Why are you covered in blood? Are you hurt?"

"She gave me a really bad nose bled," he said, "The blood wouldn't stop." He suddenly realized that a lump was in his throat and it was painfully tight.

"It's okay," Susan put a gentle hand on her brother's cheek, "I'm going to get you out of there."

She took an arrow from her holder and moved to the robes, she had to cut at each robe a few times but finally Edmund was free of the bounds.

In an instance he ran into his sister's arms. He couldn't resist the tears any longer and they began to pour down his cheeks. Susan held her brother and her heart broke for him. He was crying. Edmund was actually crying. She stroked his raven hair and let him cry.

"I'm sorry," his voice was muffled from his crying and his face being buried in her dress, "I'm really, really sorry."

"Shhh," she hugged him tighter, "It's alright Ed. I forgive you. Peter, Lucy and I forgive you. Everyone forgives you."

Edmund continued to cry. He stopped after a while and looked up at his elder sister; his pale face was covered in tear stains.

"I don't want to stay with her," he voice began to break again; "I don't want to stay with her anymore."

"Yes," she nodded, "You won't. But we have to hurry; we have no time to lose."

Susan grabbed Edmund's hand, "Stay close to me."

Edmund didn't need telling twice. To see this sister again was the best feeling he had had in a long it. The two raven haired siblings made there way through the forest as quietly and quickly as they could.

Susan led her little brother through trees and across numerous clearings. Every time they entered a new turn Edmund expected a member of the Witch's army to be hiding around it. Unfortunately they came upon one. It was a goblin who was standing in the clearing. He seemed to be keep guard.

"Don't move until I say so," Susan whispered to Edmund. The youngest brother had no intention of disobeying her. He watched as Susan pulled out her bow and an arrow. Carefully she aimed it at the goblin. After a few moments she realized it and it hit him in the side of the head, making his amour clattered as he fell to the ground.

"Okay," she whispered taking her brother's hand again, "Let's go." They would have made it if it weren't for a screeching voice that ruined it.

"He's escaping! The human prisoner is escaping!" The voice seemed to come from the tree tops.

"Run!" said Susan and the middle siblings tore through the clearing and into the trees and darkness. However they didn't slow their pace when they reached the shelter of the dark, they kept running and running until Susan finally skidded to a stop.

"Quick," she said pointing to a chestnut horse, "This is Adian. He helped me find this forest."

"I heard the alarm," said Adian, as Susan climbed up on him after Edmund. She sat behind her brother, "We have no time. I suggest you hold on."

And Adian shot out from their finding place only to be met by the Witch's army…

Chapter 3 soon!