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Therefore, it is time for 'The Call'.
Finally, after hours of riding, I slowed Jack down and dismounted, allowing him to rest.
I decided to make camp in the small clearing I was in, and few Jack before feeding myself.
I made a small fire, lay on the grass and covered myself with my cloak, before slowly falling asleep.
To the five Royal Monarchs of Narnia,
If you are reading this, then you have all found out that I have left.
I have reasons for this, and one is I cannot bear to have you all look at me with disappointment again. Seeing your faces hurt me so much, but I know the reason was acceptable, at least, in your eyes.
The Narnians don't seem to like me, so I am doing them a favour by leaving.
My time of departure draws near, so I shall give you all a personal message of goodbye.
Caspian;
You've been a great help to me with our discussion riding back from the beach, weeks ago. You've become the best male friend I've had in years.
Peter;
Even though we've never become the best of friends, I believe we are on good terms. Thank you for my sword, I shall find her useful for me on my journey.
Susan;
You're sense of style has always been great, and obviously rubbed off on me, since I spent at least an hour trying to decide on an outfit to take with me.
Lucy;
You can stop laughing at my message to Susan now, as I want to thank you for being the best sister anyone could wish for.
Edmund, my dearest Edmund;
I just want to say
Thank you for
I'll sum up in words.
I love you, something I want you to know. It has taken me a while to figure out my feelings, but I do.
I shall miss you all dearly, but I must do this, for you all, for Narnian and for myself.
Don't look for me, as I don't know where I'm going, but I know I shall never return.
I love you all, so much, especially Edmund.
Alas, my time for departure has arrived, and it is with a broken heart and tears on my cheeks, that I say farewell for the last time.
Goodbye, my Kings and Queens,
Alena.
I shall drop my title, so I can blend in with whomever I meet.
P.S
Peter, I stole a map from your room – I hope you don't mind.
Also, please forget me. You all will be better off without me. Though it breaks me, you too, Edmund, can find someone more suitable to court, but my heart will always belong to you.
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on the grass, next to a smouldering fire.
I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes. I stood up and began to wrap my cloak around my shoulders.
Eating an apple from one of my bags, I decided to look at the map I had taken with me, so see where I could possibly go.
After throwing away my apple core, I decided to go further into the Western Woods. I woke up Jack, gave him something to eat and packed up. I kicked dirt onto the fire, something I picked up from the movies, to stop it from burning. I then, with less difficulty than before, mounted up onto Jack and together, we headed further into the Western Woods.
We rode on for hours, stopping a few times to rest, eat, drink or check the map.
Finally, when the sky was beginning to show signs of drawing closer to the evening, we stumbled upon a small clearing. In the clearing, stood a tall metal post, with a light flickering in the top.
I dismounted Jack and stood by him, reaching into one of the bags. I pulled out my sword and strapped it around my waist, before turning back to the metal post.
I took a few steps towards it, feeling slightly nervous, but safer with my sword around my waist.
As I drew closer to it, I reached out and felt the cold metal under my fingertips.
Something in the back of mind knew what it was, but I had to think deeply for a few moments, before the word 'lamppost' sprung to my mind.
Suddenly, a torrent of memories of England, my family and my home flooded my mind. I stumbled back a few steps as I tried to process everything.
I couldn't believe I had forgotten my friends, my home, and my family. I had been in Narnia too long to think about them. I had been thinking that Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy and Caspian were my family, but with the way they acted today, I doubt that they thought the same.
"Poor child," the ice-cold voice was back.
I spun around and drew my sword out, holding it poised to attack.
"Who's there?"
"You should know me by now, my dear."
"I am not your dear," I tried not to think about whom the voice belonged to.
"Oh but you are, you see, your mind is mine, I am always with you and I shall never leave."
I spun around, trying to see if she was anywhere near me and if I could strike at her.
"Where are you?" I called out cautiously.
Her icy laugh filled the air, before something bashed my head painfully and I black out.
I tried to fight through the thick haze of unconsciousness, wanting to wake up. I used all my might, but it was to no avail. However, I managed to flutter my eyelids, in an attempt to open them.
"Is she waking?"
"No, she's still out cold; you really hit her hard."
"I wasn't sure how much strength I would have to use to knock her out, so I used all my strength."
"Hmm...I supposed it gives us more time; I do need to make sure they little monarchs won't flicker back to her side when they see her, so that is good. See to it that as soon as she wakes she is brought to me."
"Yes, my Queen."
I heard the voices and their conversation, but because I was still so tired, I couldn't make sense of what they were talking about, or who they were. Feeling my remaining strength begin to evaporate rapidly, I gave up and chose to fall into blackness once more.
The second time I woke, I found it much easier to clear my mind fully of the haze and blackness inside it, allowing me to fully wake up.
The first thing I realised was that I was lying down on my side, on some sort of damp yet rough ground, with my wrists bound together and my ankles tied up behind me.
The second thing was that, wherever I was, it stank of sweat, urine and other foul things.
My eyes flickered open of their own accord, finally free from the heavy drowsiness. I tried to see where I was to t it was too dark. As my eyes grew accustomed to the little light there was, I realised I was lying on the bare ground in a small tent.
I managed, after a few attempts, to sit up, despite the fact that I was unable to use my arms and legs properly.
However, as if I made the loudest noise anyone could imagine, the tent flap lifted and a large, grey Minotaur walked (well, stomped) in.
"Your presence is demanded now that you are awake," it told me in a gruff voice.
I thought for a moment that it was going to use its axe to chop the ropes that bound my hands and feet together, but to my relief, it just untied them. However, it grabbed me and began to pull me out of the tent by my upper arms.
"Hey, I can walk," I said angrily, but received no response.
The Minotaur dragged me through the camp, which I saw was quite large. As we passed by the many creatures, they all stopped what they were doing to stare at me, as if I was something in a zoo.
The feeling of having strange creatures staring at me reminded me of when I first arrived in Narnia. The time when I ran through the village, with all the Narnians staring at me in shock, before I was caught by the Centaurs.
I felt my eyes begin to burn and well up with the happy memories that flooded into my head. I angrily wiped at them, not wanting anyone in the camp to see and think I was crying because I had been caught.
Finally, I was brought in front of a large, white tent and pushed onto my knees. The creatures surrounded me, but left an open area in front of the entrance to the tent and left six feet of room all around me.
I looked up at the tent entrance, when the Minotaur left me, as the flap began to flutter slightly. It then fully opened and the person I detested the most stepped out and into the open.
"You!" I gasped.
The White Witch, stood with her hair back and in a white dress, smirked down at me and took a few steps towards me.
"Yes, my dear. Did you really think you could escape me?" she asked me, in a mocking tone.
I said nothing, but straightened my back and glared at her.
"The silent treatment? Pity, I was going to give you a surprise as well."
My glare lessened, as I grew curious as to what she was talking about.
"What do you mean?" I asked, after a few moments of silence.
"Nothing, you'll see later," she replied, infuriatingly ending the conversation.
However, when I thought she had finished, I realised she had only begun. She began to walk around me slowly, darting glances between her army and me.
"Look at her; she's supposed to be the one to defeat me for the last time," she sneered. "And yet, here she is, battered and in my camp, trapped here."
At her last statement, the creatures surrounding us roared and jeered at me.
"And the people she trusts, she loves, are now with us! More importantly, they are the ones who will do me a favour, by eliminating Alena, forever."
"What?"
Everything went silent at my gasp, from the loud roars to nothing at one word.
The White Witch smiled and laughed, walking towards me.
"I keep on forgetting, you don't know how we knew you would leave, do you? But I'm sure you'll love to see the people who will kill you."
She reached out and brushed my cheek with her icy fingers. Instinctively, I flinched away from her touch. She smirked at me, before turning her head and calling to her general.
"General," a large, black Minotaur took a step forwards. "Show Alena, here, the ones who will face her in her last battle."
The general nodded and walked off, towards another, slightly smaller tent, which stood beside the White Witch's tent. He walked inside the tent, and then there was silence for a minute, before the tent flap moved.
"No," I cried out quietly, seeing the people who walked out of the tent after the Minotaur.
The five humans walked forwards until they stood about two feet in front of me, all with blank expressions on their faces as they stared down at me.
"See Alena, these are the ones who will kill you," the White Witch grinned.
I tried to look away, but she grabbed my chin and forced me to look at them.
"Look, Alena, the people you trusted will be the ones to kill you," she said, lowly. "Do you really think that you could do what Aslan couldn't?"
I wrenched my head out of her hand and looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Pardon?"
At my word, the White Witch's smirk left her face and her expression became sour. She stood up sharply, her hands balled into fists at her sides.
"Oh don't act like you don't know, it's getting annoying now," she murmured something to herself.
I had my gaze on the ground in front of me, refusing to believe that the people I loved and lived with had betrayed me as such.
A distraction, in the form of a hag shuffling into the circle, caused the low chatter of the creatures around us to silence themselves once more.
"My Queen," here, the hag bowed elaborately. "I have news, concerning the prophecy, and it is not good."
"Alright, I'll see you in the tent," the White Witch then turned to smirk at me again. "Storlem, take Alena back to her tent, and make sure she is well catered for. After all, she is to become the Queen in my place."
The last part of the sentence was dripping with mockery and sarcasm, but before I could form a reply, the large grey Minotaur who untied me earlier grabbed me again and began to haul me back to my tent.
"I have legs," I snapped, yanking my arm out of his grasp and walking with my head held high to the tent.
Once inside, I was bound to the wooden tent pole by several ropes. One went around my shoulders, another went around my abdomen, and the last one kept my hands together. As if that wasn't enough, Storlem began to walk out of the tent, before hesitating, turning back to me and gagging me with a rough piece of grey cloth.
"Enjoy your stay, future Queen," it laughed, walking out of the tent.
The flap closed and darkness consumed the tent. I listened to make sure no one was outside the tent, before allowing tears to spill out of my eyes.
I stifled my cries, but the silent sobs shook my body so much, the tent pole moved slightly. I suddenly had an idea of how to escape, but it was ruined when I realised that someone was bound to notice me escaping the camp, since it was so busy.
Allowing my fear to take over my body, I drew my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead on them, welcoming sleep to put me at rest, even for a short time.
And there was chapter 15 – I hope you're all enjoying the plot twist. I would like to hear what you think has happened, what Alena is supposed to do for Aslan and who the five people are.
I do know where this is going, and I have not caused all the monarchs to go out of character for no reason. Believe me, there is a huge reason for it all.
If you're wondering what Alena is supposed to do for Aslan, that'll be explained in future chapters.
Sorry for the delay and the fact that it is very short, but I had a writer's block and I have been concentrating on schoolwork.
Another chapter should be out by the end of the month, but the updates won't be as frequent now due to the amount of homework I have been given.
Keep reading,
Alexandra the Dreamer.