I began to fall asleep because I was so tired, when a small squeak came to my ear. I opened my eyes and saw Reepicheep sitting in my lap. His beady eyes gazed upon me with excitement.
"He comes, your Highness! King Peter himself!"
"Shh! Keep it down. Now I want you to stay in your hole so you are not discovered."
"Yes, Milady." He bowed and quickly ran into his hole.
Seifer lifted his head up from his nap as a dwarf approached him.
"Sire, there is a goblin from the north who wishes to come and speak with you."
"Let him in." Boomed Seifer's voice.
"Yes, sir."
The dwarf ran out of the cave. A few minutes later he came back in with a ghastly looking creature. It didn't look like Peter. The goblin completely ignored me as he past by. Oh yeah, it's definitely Peter. I can tell by his walk. He walked up to Seifer.
"I am Tamprei from the north. I have come here to warn you of the unspeakable King Peter . . ." Peter said in a low, grumbling voice.
"And what of this news?" Asked Seifer.
"It is spreading quickly around Narnia that King Peter wishes to challenge you around 1:00 tomorrow . . ."
"Challenge me?" Seifer said laughing.
"But what for?" Peter asked, still keeping his voice well disguised.
"Why . . . it's for this beautiful Narnian flower, of course." Seifer said, nodding towards me.
Peter quickly turned around.
"So . . . why did you capture her?"
"Oh . . . she's the New Witch and I want her powers. Thanks to your message, I will know ahead of time. I will capture King Peter and his family!"
"Well . . . actually, Queen Lucy is not coming, she is going to take care of the new girl that came into Narnia."
"As long as I have King Peter and King Edmund, my plan will work." Seifer said.
"Yes, of course." Peter said and then he stepped towards me.
I played my part too. I scooted against the wall, away from Peter.
"So . . . this is the infamous, Rachel, the Royal Guardian."
"Yes, it is." Seifer said.
"This King Peter, of yours . . . is he worthy?" Peter asked me, staring within my eyes.
I know he saw the fear that rested within my eyes so I lowered them to the ground and sat silently on the floor.
"Stand when you are spoken to! Where are your manners, Witch!" Seifer screamed as he kicked me.
"That's not entirely necessary, Seifer. I'll just ask with a different approach . . . ."
Peter lifted my chin up; his deep, blue eyes glistened as if I was their light. His hands were soft, just as they used to be.
"Is King Peter worthy of your heart?"
I pushed his hand away from my chin and I painfully stood up.
"No . . . ."
"No?" Peter asked, confused.
"No . . . he's not just worthy of my heart but of my soul. He means more to me than anything else in this world . . . . . ." Whipped my head around and glanced menacingly at Seifer," If any tries to hurt them, I'm going to kill them. I'm going to rip them limb from limb."
"Well . . . um . . say do you want something to drink?" Seifer asked, changing the subject.
"That sounds great."
"I'll be write back."
"Alright."
Seifer got up and walked out of the cave. Peter kneeled beside me and took a piece of cloth that he had wrapped around his nose and mouth, like a veil. His skin that was being covered was normal. I guess he didn't want all of his face covered in makeup.
"Are you alright?" Peter asked.
"I-I'm fine."
Peter looked at my arm and legs. They were all bloody from the thorns on the vines.
"Oh my God." He said.
"Don't worry about that. Now are you sure about your plan? I had a vis—"
"Yes, I'm sure. Look . . . I-I'm so sorry about all of this."
I tried to stand up, again, but the thorns began to dig in the same wounds it's already made. I was beginning to get weaker.
"No . . . sit down." Peter said as he helped me sit down," No matter what happens, do not give up your powers."
"Peter, I can't give my powers to anyone. I learned them. The only way that he can get my powers is by learning them for himself."
"I think he's coming back." Peter whispered.
He lifted up my chin and descended his lips on mine. In that one kiss, was the feeling of love, fear and loss of hope, and maybe even sympathy. I pulled away as Peter let my chin go.
"I'll come back and get you out of here, I promise." Than he put the veil over his mouth and nose.
Seifer came into the cave and handed Peter a glass of wine.
"Oh no! I'm late!" He suddenly exclaimed.
Seifer looked at him blankly.
"I'm so sorry, but I need to get back. I have a few spies around Cair Paravel. That's how I knew of the news. I have a report from them in just a few minutes! I must have more news of King Peter plan!" And so he quickly walked out of the cave.
Seifer looked at me, then at the glass of wine that Peter had given back. Seifer walked to me and gave me the glass of wine.
"Cheers . . . to a successful capture." He said with a smile.
"The only thing I hope you are successful with is falling over dead!" I screamed.
I threw the glass at his feet. The glass shattered and the wine evaporated into the air.
"You were going to poison that goblin!" I asked, in shock.
Seifer had almost succeeded in poisoning Peter.
"I would have, but he ran off to quickly . . . but don't worry . . . it wouldn't have effected. You're the New Witch, The Balancer between Good and Evil, the Royal Guardian. You are immortal . . . with your powers at least."
I said nothing. I just pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I won't let him see my pain. I won't let him see my guilt, and I certainly won't let him see fear.
"Well, tomorrow is going to be fun. King Peter along with his brother and oldest sister will be visiting us. Have a good rest, for tomorrow is torture time."
"Torture time . . .w-what do you mean?" I asked as my stomach rose up into my throat.
"You see that room right across from you? That is the torture room and that is where I will be taking King Peter if you don't give up your powers."
He laid on his cloth.
"Oh wait . . . let me show you one trick that the Witch taught me."
He slowly turned into a man with White blonde hair and fierce green eyes.
"How do you like it?"
"You've got a little something . . . yeah . . . right there. Oh, never mind that's just your stupidity." I said bluntly.
"We'll see who's stupid . . . we'll see." He said angrily.
He went on to the cloth and soon went to sleep. It began to get dark. What am I going to do? I know Peter's fate now. He's going to get captured, and I have a feeling that the torture room is going to be used. I can't stop it, I don't have all my powers and energy back from the Elixir I was given two days ago. I laid my head on my arm and began to drift away.
