After setting sail from Coriakin's island, it didn't take long for a tempest to hit. It was a heavy rainstorm, requiring every able body on board to help maintain the ship. Makeeda and Edmund had been put together to work, though Edmund only gave Makeeda one word responses at the best of times when they had to communicate.. She knew he was as equally effected by what had happened between them, but it hurt her even more that he wasn't even allowing her to have a conversation with him. Caspian called them into the cabin, summoning Drinian as well.

"So, we're stuck here," Drinian said. "at half-rations, with food and water for two more weeks, maximum. This is your last chance to turn back, your majesties. There's no guarantee we'll spot the Blue Star anytime soon. Not in this storm. It's a needle in a haystack, trying to find this Ramandu place. We could sail right past it and off the edge of the world."
"Or get eaten by a sea serpent." Edmund said.

Drinian and Caspian gave him a look.

"I'm just sayin, the men are getting nervous. These are strange seas we're sailing, the likes of which I've never seen before."
"Then perhaps, Captain, you would like to be the one to explain to Mr. Rhince that we're abandoning the search for his family." Caspian said.
"I'll get back to it." Drinian said, putting his coat on. "Just so you know, a storm can play nasty tricks on a crew's mind. Very nasty."

Makeeda looked to Caspian.

"Is there anything you can do?" he asked.
"I can't control the weather."
"You can try."
"It requires strength I do not have."
"You're a Rider, a sorceress. You have enough power." Edmund told her.

She took a deep breath.

"I am not a Rider any longer and I do not possess enough power." she said, her voice giving off the warning of anger.
"What is going on between you two?" Caspian asked. "You two can't even look at each other anymore."

Makeeda looked up at him.

"It's none of your business, with all do respect."
"If it effects this crew, it is my business." he replied. He took a moment to look at them, back and forth. "I know what this is… You two are scared. This is Edmund's last time here, so you push each other away? How disrespectful to each other. You are married. If I could have another day with your sister, Edmund, I certainly wouldn't let us live it the way you two have been since you've been back. I'd enjoy my last day with her."

Makeeda glanced at Edmund, who was staring at the ground. She looked up to Caspian.

"I'm relieving myself of this conversation." she told him firmly. "I'd rather try my hand at magic."

She turned away from them, stepping outside in the cold rain. She looked up at the sky, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. She drew upon as much power as she could, but nothing changed the weather. Again, she tried, but nothing changed. Once more, giving all the power she had, she reached for her magic, but the rain continued to beat down on her skin. She shook her head, walking to her own cabin. She let her magic dry herself off, her clothes no longer dripping wet. She went to her dresser and pulled out the page she'd torn from the Book of Incantations.

Unfolding the paper, she recited the poem, and felt the magic swell inside herself. She went over to the mirror, admiring how much power was lit up in the palms of her hands. She touched the mirror, causing it to shatter underneath her fingers. She hissed, looking down at the cut that was now there. She felt a strange breeze, and upon looking back up, she found she was no longer in her cabin. She looked around, noticing her surroundings to be in a castle- an all too familiar castle. Snow was underneath her feet, statues everywhere of Narnians in different poses. She no longer felt her bow on her back, but her magic was building up. It felt as if she could not contain it; it was almost at it's tipping point within her, but never spilt.

A hand touched her shoulder, making her turn around.

"Heal it, my dear."

Makeeda looked down at her cut, healing it with the magic that boiled inside of her. She looked back up to the Witch, wondering if she was dreaming. How could she, though? She was only just awake, touching the mirror in her room, wet from the rain the tempest was bringing.

"How are you here?" she asked.
"What? Do not be ridiculous, dear. Come. We must take care of our troubles. You are ready."

Makeeda didn't know why, but she was content with following her, and so she did. They went into a chamber which Makeeda remembered was the prison. The peace that resided within her fled at the sight of the room. Four chairs were set up, occupants in each. Three of the bodies were limp in their chairs, lifeless. Makeeda recognized the adult Kings and Queens, panic rising in her chest at the sight of three already dead. She looked up to Jadis, but she only touched Makeeda's shoulder, making her calm once again.

"Go on, dear. I saved the traitor for you."

Makeeda looked to Edmund, who stared at her as she stepped forward. Uncontrollably, she reached her hand out to him, and summoned her magic, letting it spill over the top as she took the life from him. She felt herself tear out of the world immediately, and within seconds, she was back in her cabin screaming as if she had just had a nightmare. The mirror was no longer in pieces. In it with her though, was Aslan.

"What have you done, Makeeda?"
"I… I don't know… That was awful."
"You chose it, Makeeda."
"I didn't mean to choose all of that. I just thought that if I was as powerful as she was… Maybe I could be of use to someone on this ship."
"You wished yourself away, and with it, much more. The Kings and Queens would not be alive without you. You are their protector. Remember that."
"I'm so sorry."
"You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are."

He turned away, and she was no longer in front of the mirror. All of it had been a dream, she realized, as she sat upright in her bed. She rubbed her face, then walked to the dresser. The torn out page was still there, and she crumpled it, tossing it into the fire. There was a roar, much like Aslan's, and a green mist that swirled out of the flames. She knitted her eyebrows, knowing this was her test. She walked down to the crew's sleeping quarters, finding Edmund in her fear. He was tossing in his sleep, awakening only to draw his sword and point it at an unknown target. He let it fall to his side as he realized she was beside him.

"I… Can't sleep…" she told him.

Caspian shot up from his own dreams, rubbing his face in relief that it was just that.

"Let me guess." Edmund said, looking from Caspian to Makeeda. "Bad dreams?"

Lucy joined them, clearly upset with her own dreams.

"I can't sleep either."
"Either we're all going mad… Or something is playing with our minds." Edmund said, getting out of his bed. "Come on."

He took Makeeda's hand and led her back up to her cabin. She laid down, Edmund laying beside her. He took her into his arms comfortingly. She didn't object as she laid her head on his chest. He was warm and she was safe. The dream haunted her as she tried to sleep, replying again and again in her mind. She would occasionally jump in his arms, and he'd hush her gently, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her. She would rest her hand on his chest, half asleep, to feel his heart beating. He was alive, though her drowsiness did not allow her to accept this completely. She was in and out of sleep all night, though she did not mind waking up to Edmund sleeping beside her still.