Sorry it's been a while, but now my exams are finished so I'll be able to update regularly. I'm still looking for a beta, so if anyone wants to, please let me know.

Narnian year 1005

Thirteen year old Lucy sat bored in front of the huge water feature, her head rested in her left hand while her pencil tapped uninspired on the blank paper before her. She loved the gardens dearly, but today her mind was distracted.

Lucy felt left out, Edmund and Susan were away in Telmar, while Peter and Mr Tumnus refuse to tell her anything. "I'm not a little girl anymore" she thought as she straight up, the curves of her red dress falling like a waterfall around her. All she knew was mysterious disappearances were claiming the Narnians.

Elsewhere inside Peter paced in circles in the empty throne room, his emotion threating to break his calm exterior. The familiar sound of heels filled the tense atmosphere, Peter turned to see the women responsible for the noise, a women with waist length black hair and a pretty face.

"Susan." An unaccustomed smile edged itself into Peter's mouth; he hadn't smiled in weeks, not since the attacks had started. Before the two could talk about the peace talks in Telmar, they were interrupted by faun with blonde fur.

"Your Majesties, another body has been found." Peter nodded before swiftly following the faun to the courtyard, his sister hot on his heels.

"Peter what is it? What is going on?" a confused Susan asked. The courtyard around her was silent and free of Narnians, her attention turned from her brother to the wooden cart.

"You'll see." He replied with an ever straight face, as they reached the cart. The faun pulled back the black cover to revel a dead adolescent centaur, mauled as if from a dog. Susan covered her month in a lady-like gesture, trying to block out the scent of blood.

"She like the rest of the bodies were found with this." the faun handed Peter a bloodied piece of silk with a pure white unicorn. Peter knew this could not be ignored, in one month; the mysterious murder had taken thirteen lives.

Natavana was awoken suddenly by her brother, his black eyes bewildered in the moon-light. Her tired eyes examined him while her ears tried to pick up something, but got nothing but silent. Why had he awoken her for no reason?

"Achilles, what is it" she groggily looked him up and down again, but her fifteen year old brother did not look to be hurt. Quite the opposite, he was dressed in black trousers, thick black boots, and a black over shirt. "Not the attire wore to bed" Natavana thought as she studied the sword at his waist.

"The witch is nearing the castle." This caused her to freeze for a second before bolting out of the bed to her wardrobe. "There's no time" her brother barked as his sister grabbed a cosy red nightgown, black boots and her dragger. Her goal was to flee, not fight; the young royal knew if she could get to her cousin in Archenland, they could be safe and return with arms to take back Narnia.

They slowly stalked along the corridor. Terror filled her whole being as their boots carefully padded on the stone floor. Her grip on her dragger and her brother's hand tightened as they heard a stomach-turning crackle. She turned to look at his cold eyes, silently asking with her own about Swanwhite. He mercilessly shock his head, before she had a chance to protest, her brother pulled her along.

The two teenagers stayed low as they made their way to the stables. Achilles eyes became wide as he saw the beautiful tall women, he relaxed and slowly began to rise up. Stating at the women with lust filled eyes. His scared sister pulled him back down before the witch could see him. "Am I the only one with sense?" She quieting hissed to herself, daring not to speak out loud.

A flash of white caught their eyes; they carefully peaked through the holes in the stable wall. Through their hiding place they saw two Minotaurs holding a girl dressed in a white and silvery blue nightgown, her long blonde hair hung at her ankles. The girl looked lost without her jewels, weapons or golden crown. Swanwhite in fact look like the little girl she once was as she was dragged to the witch.

It was Achilles turn to hold his sister down as they could only watch from the side-lines. She saw the witch in all her glory; she stood taller than any great horse Natavana had ever seen. Her skin was sticky pale with the darkest black hair the girl had ever seen, darker than her own. The witch's very appearance struck fear into all three of the teenager's hearts.

"Ah good of you to join us, your majesty."" The witch mocked. The minotaurs pushed Swanwhite onto the hard ground, causing several bruises, while the blonde's arms were red from the iron grip.

"let Narnia free, you have no business here." Swanwhite regally spoke, despite the pain in her body.

"I have every right; I am after all Queen of Narnia." She boomed. A look of sadness pained the two girls, knowing what was to happen next. "Shall I let you in on a little secret?" The witch whispered tautly o to young queen.

Natavana felt her brother's hands around her arms, dragging her upwards. She tried to silently wriggle out of his hold, but it was no use. She gave him a question look, hoping that he was kidding around, but was met with hate in his black eyes.

It was always a mysterious chance from the royal's blue eyes. Both girls shared a look. They had been the once loved royals of Narnia, now they were the only thing that stood between the witch and power.

"Now who should I pick first." The witch icy laughed, making the girl's skin crawl. Natavana struggled against her taller brother, trying to get free while eh minotaurs held her sister upright for her execution.

The witch removed Swanwhite's sword from her brother's belt. A blood thirst smile graced her blue lips as she mercilessly plunged the sword into the young queen. To Natavana, everything went slow as she helplessly watched her sister drop before her.

In a small house in Archenland, a girl opened her royal blue eyes in horror. She felt disorientated as she searched the room for familiar objects to prove she was awake.

"Nightmares again child." A woman far from caring rolled her eyes from across the room, before the girl could answer the women left the room to join her husband downstairs.

"Are you sure she is ready for this." Asked a man by the fire, his brown eyes turned away from the flames to her. "She's just a child."

"You're not going back on our plan are you Balen? This is her destiny and if you will not go through with it, I will make her queen on my own." She snapped back.

"And killing Narnians is going to do that." The man Balen replied

"Yes! we need to show those usurpers, who is the true royals."

"Can't this wait?" he asked, his wife's eyes told him the answer, within them held her lust for power. He felt sorry for his daughter, cursed with this burden.