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Christopher the Lost

Chapter 7

By the time they got back to the witch's castle, Edmund was already bruised and bleeding. The wolf made no effort to avoid twigs, rocks, or tell Edmund to stand to avoid big branches. So when Edmund was standing before the witch, he was quit a sight.

"What is your name?" the witch asked.

"Edmund." he replied.

"And where are the other three going?" the witch asked. This time Edmund didn't answer. "Answer me!" the witch exclaimed. Edmund didn't even flinch. The witch slapped him, but he still didn't answer. "No answer's will lead to your death." she said. Edmund shrugged, giving her a dry look. "Take him to the chamber!" the witch said, sitting on her throne once more.

The dwarf beside her, put a knife to Edmund's back and pushed him towards the chamber's.

An ogre chained Edmund up and then left.

Edmund payed no attention to the bread and frozen water that was on a tray beside him.

"Edmund?" a weak voice came from the side.

Edmund looked up to see Mr. Tumnus. "Hullo." he replied.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Tumnus asked.

"Long story short, we ran, I fell, they captured me." Edmund replied.

"Surely you could have figured some way out." Mr. Tumnus said.

"I didn't try." Edmund said looking down.

"Why not?" Mr. Tumnus asked.

"Why even bother." Edmund replied.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Tumnus asked.

"I'm without a family. And it wouldn't have helped them finding out about Peter, Susan and Lucy. Not all of us can make it out alive, it's impossible. So if one must die, it should be me." Edmund replied.

Mr. Tumnus sighed.

"Don't worry about me. I'll soon be out of my misery." Edmund said.

"And what will happen to King Edmund." Mr. Tumnus said, giving him a look.

Edmund shrugged. "I'm not a King." he said.

"Not yet." Mr. Tumnus replied.

Edmund looked up at him and found he was smiling. He looked back down at the bread and picked it up. "If you want it, you can have it. I don't thing I could handle eating anything." he said handing it to Mr. Tumnus.

Mr. Tumnus smiled and began eating it. "Are you sure your not related to Lucy somehow?" he asked, pausing for a moment.

"I'm sure." Edmund replied.

"Because you have the exact same nose." Mr. Tumnus said.

Edmund shrugged again. "Maybe we're distant cousin's or something." he said dryly. Mr. Tumnus was about to reply when the witch walked in.

Edmund smirked. "Having fun looking for the other's?" he asked.

Mr. Tumnus's mouth fell open.

The witch picked Edmund up. "Where did they go?" she growled.

"I'm not telling." Edmund said, looking her in the eyes. The witch dropped him and pulled her wand back. "Oh scarry." Edmund mumbled.

The witch growled at him but instead of stabbing him, she ran the other end of the wand down the side of his arm. He bit back a cry, keeping the same emotionless look in his eyes.

"Answer me, now." she growled.

"Or what? You'll kill me? I've told you once, and I'll tell you again, I'm... not... afraid... to... die! What part of that do you not understand?!" Edmund said.

The witch hit him in the head with the wand, making his vision blur. "You'd be surprised what torture will do to a person." she smirked.

Edmund looked up at her, looking her in the eyes. "Bring it on." he growled.

She turned red and glanced at Mr. Tumnus. "Guards!" she shrieked.

Mr. Tumnus was still guaking at Edmund. The ogre came back in.

"Release the faun." the witch ordered.

The ogre smashed the chains off Mr. Tumnus.

"Take him upstairs. And ready my sleigh. But take your time. Edmund and I have unsettled business to take care of." the witch smirked.

He hated the look of the smirk, but knew if he showed fear now, it would help none.

"Edmund, Edmund, Edmund. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this... extreme measure. But you must be mine somehow." she said stroking his cheek. He growled and bit at her hand. "So that's how it's going to be." she said pulling her hand back "Well... I suppose if I can't threaten you, I can threaten your little family." she smirked.

"Stay away from them!" Edmund growled, his eyes darkening.

"I think I'll start with the little one. What's her name... oh right, Lucy." the witch smirked even more as Edmund began shaking out of anger.

"Don't you dare hurt her." Edmund growled, his voice suddenly deeper. It even startled the witch. But she continued anyway.

"But don't worry, I'll let you watch." she smirked.

"Stay away from her." Edmund growled.

"That's right Edmund, angry. Think angry thoughts. That will make my job that much easier." the witch said.

Upon hearing this, Edmund closed his eyes and took deep breathe's, calming himself. He opened his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then I shall have to make your job harder." he said.

She let out a wild cry and slapped him across the face, even harder than before. This time he didn't react. "I didn't want to do this, but you have forced me to far. Acctually, I have wanted to do this. And now I shall get what I want... as always." the witch said. In a fluid motion she stripped him of his shirt. He remained silent. "Sleep well, Edmund." the witch smirked.

She then took her wand and placed the tip just above his heart. Edmund bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. He clenched his fists and fought to stay concious.

"Come now, Edmund. Fall asleep and the pain will end." she said.

But he knew if he fell asleep, there would be no rescue. So he fought to stay awake. The pain began coursing through every limb. He felt as cold as ice. He was turning pale, and sweating from the mental battle. Or so he thought, but it was truely from a fever, and the witch knew this. He continued fighting.

It seemed to last an eternity, but just as the witch was beginning to give up and try again later, he succumbed to sleep.

She smirked and let the spell end before striding from the room. "I told you I would get you one way or another."

OOooOOooOO

"Come on humans, while we're still young." Mr. Beaver called.

Peter sighed. "If he tells us to hurry one more time, I'm gonna turn him into a big fluffy hat." he said, hefting Lucy up onto his back.

"HURRY UP! Come on!" Mr. Beaver called.

"He is getting a little bossy." Lucy admitted.

"Look behind you! It's her!" Mrs. Beaver called.

They turned around and saw a sleigh. Lucy slid off Peter's back and he grabbed her hand.

"Come on! Run!" he exclaimed.

The ran into the outskirt's of the forest not to far away and Mr. Beaver pulled them into a little cave that barely held them all. They heard the sleigh stop. And then there was silence.

"Maybe she's gone." Lucy whispered after a little while.

"I guess I'll go look." Peter said, but Mr. Beaver stopped him.

"Your no use to Narnia dead." he said.

"But neither are you Beaver." Mrs. Beaver said.

"Thanks sweety." Mr. Beaver said, holding her paws for a moment before stepping out of the little cave.

They sat in agonizing silence and soon Mr. Beaver poked his head back in the hole.

"I hope you've all been good, cause there's someone here to see ya!" he said excitedly.

They climbed out of the hole to see Father Christmas. Peter became oblivious until Father Christmas called him forward.

"Remember, these are tool's not toys." Father Christmas said as Peter unsheathed the sword.

"Thank you sir." Peter replied.

"Now, I must be off." Father Christmas said "Winter is almost over, and things do pile up after a hundred years."

He put his bag in the sleigh and turned back to the children and the beaver's.

"Long Live Aslan!" he got in the sleigh "And Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" everyone called out.

When Father Christmas's sleigh was out of sight Peter got a thoughtful look. "He said winter is almost over..." he said, making Susan and Lucy look at him "You know what that means?" they shook their heads. "No more ice."