They thought I was gone. They thought I died. But I didn't. I'm just captured.

For years I've been trying to escape the wrath of the dreaded witch, but nothing has happened. Creatures believe the words that Jadis spoke, telling she had finally killed me. That would be the only way for the creatures to stop looking for me. But the ones I worried about the most, was the part when Peter, Susan and Lucy "found out" about my "death".

I'm only used when the White Witch needs her castle clean, her shoes polished or when her other servants are hungry. She treats the others better than she does to me, like giving no food or water. After I clean, she looks me into the icy prison, locks shackles onto my feet and I wait until sunrise.

I guess you figured out who I am by now. It's obvious. I'm Edmund, the poor servant who's treated by dirt by the White Witch.

There's no luck for me. There's not use, no faith. I've tried everything, and all I get it 8 hours of whipping on my back and with nothing to disinfect it. Every night I think about what the others are doing. They must be laughing, smiling, and having a great time. I can't blame them. They think I'm dead anyway. But that will be soon true, if I'm not set free in 7 weeks.

A/N I know, short, but there's not mush to put in Ed's. Sorry. Go ahead, flame. Then I'll cry my eyes out and kill myself! LOL. (I might do the crying thing.)