Makeeda opened her eyes, the Witch's outline becoming clear to her. She felt terrible, her head throbbing as she sat up slowly, looking up at Jadis hesitantly.

"What did you do to me?" she asked with a hoarse voice.
"Magic is now at your command, my dear. At least, it will be, after you master it." Jadis replied. "Until then, you will wear this."

The Witch put a necklace around Makeeda's neck gently. Makeeda touched it, examining the metal it was made out of.

"Why?" she said, knitting her eyebrows as she stared at the woman.
"It will allow you to see anything in Narnia. It will help protect you from anything coming in your path. It will prepare you for battles until you can control your abilities."
"You destroyed me." Makeeda said with a small voice. She got to her feet, rubbing her forehead lightly as it throbbed again. "You took me from my people, slaughtered those children, and took me as a prisoner, and now you act like I am something you need to care for. You have ruined me. I don't need your protection, I am a Dalish hunter. Give me my bow."
"You will accept the one thing that will help protect you or you will rot in the prison cell. The choice is yours."
"There is no choice, you have taken my will from me!"

Jadis raised her arm and brought her hand down across Makeeda's face.

"You will respect me, elf."
"Respect is not gained by a title that you give yourself."

Jadis hit her again, causing Makeeda to recoil.

"You will obey me."
"I will not-"

Again, the sting of Jadis' hand swept across Makeeda's cheek. She could taste blood now, spitting it out at the Witch's feet.

"Take her to her cell." Jadis said, looking at her Minotaurs. "Break her, or I will."

Makeeda was forced to her feet. When she didn't walk willingly, the beasts drug her, locking her in her cell like a child being punished for bad behavior.

Makeeda sat, her knees curled up to her chest. She thought of her clan, tears escaping her eyes as she remembered what Lanaya looked like as her lifeless body hit the floor. She remembered the dead elves on the ground as they ran from their home. She knew Jadis had her work cut our for her though, as it was not an easy task to take a Dalish from their clan. Dalish were proud elves, and humans were not their friends. Shemlen, they called them. The elves believed the humans to be monstrous creatures, and their hospitality towards elves never did anything to make them believe otherwise. Since the days of Arlathan, the Dalish had been at war with the Shemlen. It was inborn for the elves and humans to hate each other, and Makeeda was no acception. Jadis was a human, taking a Dalish as a prisoner, to be her own puppet. Makeeda would not be broken, no matter how many times she was beaten. They could hurt her all they wanted, but she was a proud Dalish elf. They would not move her. She would die in the prison cell, if it was the only other way out of the Witch's imprisonment.

It took a few hours for Jadis to return to the cell to prod at Makeeda further. More beatings came, and by the end of the session, Makeeda had a swollen lip to prove it. She went to sleep that night, curled into a ball on the ice covered floor, trying to recall what Paivel's voice sounded like when he told stories at night by the campfire. She remembered the Fall of the Dales, the most important story that the Dalish were told. She recited it to herself as best as she could, falling asleep in the process.

"How long will it take?"
"It will not take you long. You will be a strong one."
"Can I have my bow back?"
"You do not need it."

Makeeda looked up at Jadis, tasting the blood in her mouth as she licked her lips. She would play the Witch's game, agree to enhance her magical abilities, but only to use them against her. Makeeda would see freedom from her prison. She would work endlessly on her magic, making the best out of the Witch's hospitality, though it wasn't much. She did her best to not dwell on her Dalish memories, but kept her pride in the back of her head, knowing she needed to be strong. She believed what her Keeper had said about a journey and took on this challenge as a part of the path that laid ahead. Learning magic, and making a friend out of Narnia's most powerful foe, she was safe from harm. No one could touch her.

After a few months, Makeeda had earned freedom from her cell, being able to roam freely around the castle. After two years, she was treated as highly as the Witch was, able to do as she pleased, so long as it was in the castle's walls. She was proud of herself, fooling the Witch with any lie she could conjure up. Jadis had been so easy to take advantage of. She saw something she wanted in Makeeda, and perhaps she needed her for something. Makeeda was unsure of what it was, but she knew the Witch had use of her, and she used it to her advantage any time she could.

"Where are you going?"

Jadis looked at Makeeda, slipping her fur coat on.

"To scout." she replied.
"The prophecy?"
"No!" she snapped. " … My dear… I am simply going out to see how the land fairs today."

Makeeda heared lies as the Witch spoke, knowing she was searching the lands for humans, in case the prophecy were coming true. She watched the Witch board the sleigh, making her bears pull it away from the castle. Makeeda went back inside, pulling out her necklace and watching where she was going. It seemed normal for a short while before Jadis stumbled upon a wanderer in the forest. It was a boy. Jadis stood from her sleigh, calling off her dwarf, Ginarrbrik, from attacking the human.

"What is your name, son of Adam?" she asked.
"Um… Edmund." he replied.
"And how, Edmund, do you come to enter my dominion?"
"I'm not sure." he told her. "I followed my sister."
"Your sister?" Jadis said, her interest climbing by the second. "How many are you?"
"Four. Lucy's the only one who's been here before. She said she met a fawn called 'Tumnus'."
"Edmund, you look so cold. Will you come and sit with me?"
"Yes please."

When the Witch turned around, Makeeda saw the look of anger and fear on her face. She allowed Edmund to sit on the sleigh, wrapping him in her fur coat.

"Now, how about something hot to drink?" she asked.
"Yes please, your majesty." he replied, the dwarf's words of her being a queen in the back of his mind.

The Witch took our her vile of yrium, dropping some of it onto the snow. It formed into a goblet that she handed to him.

"How did you do that?" he asked before taking a drink.
"I can make anything you'd like."
"Can you make me taller?"

Jadis laughed.

"Anything you'd like to eat." she elaborated.
"Turkish Delight?" he asked.

Jadis dripped more lyrium onto the snow and a tin container appeared there. She handed it to him and he began enjoying the snack.

"You know, Edmund, I have no children of my own, and you're the sort of boy who, one day, I can see becoming a Prince of Narnia. Maybe even King."
"Really?" he said.
"But you'd have to bring your family."
"Does that mean that Peter would be King too?"
"No!" Jadis said, shaking her head. "But a King needs servants."

Edmund smiled.

"Well I guess I could bring them." he agreed.
"Beyond these woods, you see those two hills? My house is right between them. You'd love it there Edmund." Jadis said as Edmund got off of her sleigh. "It has whole rooms simply stuffed with Turkish Delight."
"Couldn't I have some more now?" he asked.
"No!" she snapped, quickly fixing her attitude afterwards. She gave him a smile. "… You don't want to spoil your appetite. I'm going to miss you. But you and I will be seeing each other very soon, won't we?"
"I hope so." he replied.
"Until then, dear one."

The Witch left the boy in the snow, returning to the castle. Makeeda shook her head, thinking of the boy that Jadis had deceived. He was a smug, selfish little boy who was going to sell out his family for treats. She felt herself getting angry, wishing she could have her own family back. She shook the feeling quickly though, knowing Jadis would be back any time now.