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"Lord Miraz," A guard called from behind. Maria, General Glozelle, and Miraz all turned to face him.

"Yes," Miraz answered. "What is it you have to say?"

The guard looked nervously at everyone. He took in a deep breath, "A few moments ago I was given a message from the guards at the north tower." He paused before speaking. "They found a boy at the tower, he was wearing Narnian clothing. We suspected he was a King of Old, he put up a struggle but we soon captured him and he passed out due to injuries on the way to the dungeons. What do you wish to do my Lord?"

Miraz spoke, "Well this is perfect, it gives us the advantage in this war, I am sure the Narnians will be happy to have their king returned to them… alive."

Maria looked up at her father to see his reaction. There was someone down in the dungeons, who wasn't any older than a teenager, and was seriously injured. Her father's face was blank.

A smile spread across Miraz's face, "We shall continue as planned with my coronation in the morning. After I am crowned I will come visit this," he paused, "so called King after my coronation." Miraz turned swiftly and exited the room.

Glozelle turned to his daughter, "You should head up to the bedroom, and it has been a very long night for the both of us."

Maria nodded, "Goodnight Papa," she gave him a hug and left him to talk with the guards.

Maria started her walk to her room when she thought about the boy again. Could she really leave him to die? She turned a corner and walked across the bridge were she could see the courtyard. Dead bodies were spread across the ground. Soldiers surrounded the area preparing to remove the bodies.

So many lives were lost. Narnia was a once great country, and now what it had become was frightening. Maria pushed open the door to her room. She took a seat on the bed.

What could she do? She went over to her wardrobe and searched for old dresses. She saw one crumpled on the floor. It was a shade of light blue that was fading to a possible white. It was perfect. She stepped out into the hall and went across to her father's room.

She knocked to the door and heard no response. She quietly slid through the door and walked over to the side table. Pulling open a drawer she saw a dagger and keys. She carried the items across to her room.

Maria lifted the dress and made a cut at the bottom. For that point she was able to tear the bottom of the dress into a long uneven strip, she continued the procedure until she had three bandages. She moved quickly and returned the dagger, but kept the keys before heading down to the lower levels of the castle.

The security on the castle was strong. Guards were walking the castle searching for Narnians. This was going to be a challenge to get down to the dungeons. Maria knew that if she looked innocent people would believe she was innocent.

Maria moved as fast as she could without looking like she was in a hurry. There was one way to get to the dungeons. She had go through the courtyard and then through a doorway. The door branched off down many hallways, one of the hallways led to the dungeons.

Maria stepped outside and the moonlight shined on her face. She crept down stairs. She would have to go under the balcony where her father was still talking. She made her way along the wall when her foot hit something hard. She fell and covered her mouth to hold in a scream. In front of her face was a faun.

The faun's eyes were wide open but he wasn't breathing. Maria panicked and jumped over the faun. Catching her breath she faced the wall to avoid seeing dead bodies. She turned behind a pillar and watched the two guards in front of the door.

If she got past the two guards she would be free. The door was the only exit because there were no other doors that led outside.

Maria walked casually toward the door when the guard's stopped her, "Where are you headed?" he asked.

"The kitchen for a late night snack," she paused. "The raid scared me and I figured some water and a snack would calm the nerves," she said.

"You are General Glozelle's daughter, and I there is no reason not to trust you," he held open the door. "Go ahead."

Maria slid past them and walked toward the kitchen. The guards watched her until she turned the corner. She did grab some water in case she needed to clean any wounds. She waited a few moments before turning back to go toward the dungeon. There was another door, but there was no guard.

Maria quietly thanked the heavens and pushed open the door. There was a set of stairs almost completely dark because no light could get in from this point. There were a few torches on the wall. She crept down the stairs before seeing light again. There were windows with bars on the outside, and the moonlight glistened off the glass.

Maria found the cell with the boy quickly. He was the only person down here. She fumbled with the keys as she shoved each key into the lock. She was unsuccessful until her fourth try. The door swung open. Maria cringed as the door squeaked.

The boy had dark hair and didn't look very old. He had a familiar face. This boy was the same one she had seen on the bridge!

She sat next to him. His eyes were closed and he was still unconscious. His ankles were attacked to a chain that was bolted to the ground. His hands were bound by chains in front of his body. His dark hair was a mess and she saw rope marks were on his wrist. That must have been what he was originally tied with.

She noticed blood stains on his shirt on his upper left arm. She pushed up the sleeve and saw a large wound. She grabbed one of the cloths she had made from her old dress. Maria dipped the cloth in the water. She was worried he would wake up soon so she worked quickly.

Maria wiped the wound and took a second cloth and tied in around the cut to keep the blood from flowing. She couldn't bandage the cut on his forehead because it would be obvious someone was here. She pressed a wet cloth to his forehead and held it there for a moment.

She brushed hair from his face. She took a good look at him. His eyes were closed and she wanted to see their color. She would have to see that some other time. He looked like he would have a nice smile. She wished she could see it someday, but the being that he was an injured captive, smiling seemed rare. He must be a King of Old.

She tried to remember what she knew. The blond one that she saw with Caspian was called Peter, the High King. The other boy that she read about was King Edmund the Just. Maria removed the wet cloth from his forehead, the bleeding had stopped. She wished she could do more for the boy.

Maria's thoughts shifted to her father. How did he feel about prisoners? He was never a cruel man; he was just a good soldier.

Maria stood up and rolled the boys sleeve down. She would come again tomorrow night with food. He will be awake by then, she hoped. He would need some food.

She walked over to the door. She stepped outside and closed the door locking it again. "Goodbye, Edmund," Maria said quietly as if he was awake. She wouldn't see him again after tomorrow; Maria would give him some food then leave him alone. One good act of kindness, which was all it was.

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