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*Ahem* And now... continuing to what I previously wrote.
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Finding: Trust~ Chapter 5: Edmund:
I was incredibly sore all over, and I couldn't wait to get some rest. My head still throbbed, and my arms were tense from being tied for so long, and the occasional yank I received from the Minotaur. He didn't talk much after we began walking, but then again, neither did I. I was too exhausted to think, let alone participate in conversation, so I didn't object to the Minotaur's rough pushes and quick pace.
Unable to see where I was placing my feet, I continuously tripped over rocks and tree roots. I wondered how many of them the Minotaur purposefully lead me to, knowing I would fall over them. Each time I fell he pulled on the leash he had tied to my wrists, jerking me back to my feet in the most painful of ways.
It was with ironic relief that we arrived at the Fell Creature's camp. I could hear Fell Creatures walking around, talking with each other, and perhaps doing various tasks around the camp. Though I couldn't see them, I figured there were a couple dozen or so altogether. If Mr. Tumnus managed to lead Aslan's army here, it would only be a matter of time before the last of the Witch's followers were defeated.
Of course, this would only happen if Mr. Tumnus managed to reach Aslan's camp without being recaptured by the Wolves. I prayed as hard as I ever had before that this would be the case.
The Minotaur, Tarik, pushed my back into a rough tree bark and forced me onto the ground, tying my feet together and then tying me to the tree. I had been in this position just days before, and couldn't say that I enjoyed it.
"You!" Tarik's deep voice bellowed. "Guard the prisoner. I must speak with Tresa."
"So," a high, scratchy voice mumbled. "it be tray-tar Ad-am son?" Something rubbed against my foot.
I didn't respond. Eventually whatever creature was supposed to be guarding me settled down a couple feet away, occasionally letting out a little snort. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was small. It also had claws and fur, which poked at me every few minutes as if the creature wanted to make sure I was still here.
"So," I began. "Do you know what Tarik and Tresa and the Wolves have planned for me?"
"No, no!" the voice said rather quickly. "Know not plans. Gaganvihari Shvetank Septentrionis know not."
I was shocked. "Gaga- can you repeat that?"
"Gaganvihari Shvetank Septentrionis."
"That's quite a mouthful for such a little fellow. Mind if I call you Gage?"
There was a little scuffling noise. "Not mind, not mind." Something nudged my foot. "Hurt you is?"
"A little."
"Look weird Adam son eyes."
"My eyes look weird?"
"Look weird Adam son eyes."
"Yeah, well I don't know what happened, but I hurt them. Now I can't see."
Something about this creature was... different. And not in a bad way. "Say, Gage, what type of creature are you?"
"Bat is Gaganvihari."
Heavy footsteps came near, along with a set of voices, one deep and familiar, one weary and unfamiliar. Tarik and... Tresa?
"Now go must Gaganvihari. Bye bye."
And with that, the little Bat was gone.
"Here is the traitor," Tarik growled.
"Indeed," said Tresa. "Where is the other?"
"The Wolves are currently chasing him down. This one," Tarik kicked me. "helped him escape."
"Hmm," I could feel Tresa's eyes studying me. "The traitor has lost his sight?"
Tarik shifted uncomfortably. "So he claims, Tresa. I did not see it happen."
Tresa sighed. "Must have hit his head too hard."
"What do you want with me?" I demanded.
"We want our Queen back."
"How do you suppose you'll do that?" I wondered.
"Oh, we know it is impossible," Tresa said. "So now we want the next best thing."
I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what 'the next best thing' was.
"Revenge. Revenge and closure."
I wasn't planning to introduce so many characters in this story. However, please meet Tresa the hag, whose name means the Reaper. Also, Gaganvihari Shvetank Septentrionis. Awww, I can tell I'll have some fun with this little guy. In order, Gaganvihari means one who stays in heaven, Shvetank means having a white mark, and Septentrionis (pronounced: sep-tehn-tree-ohn-ehs) means north. Quite a mouthful, as Edumnd said. Each have their own special reason, for instance, Gage is a bat (hence his first name), he has a little white mark on one wing (hence the second) and he's from a clan of bats in the north (hence the third). Gosh, that was fun to figure out!
Ironically, when I looked up Gage to see what its meaning was, I found it means pledge, oath, to measure, of the pledge, and a pawnamong some other definitions of which I cannot wait to fully explore. If only you knew how awesome this is... :P