The two of us sit on the beach's edge near the castle, our feet buried in the cool sand. Liam tosses pebbles across the surface of the water and I close my book.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

In mid-toss, Liam's arm freezes and he slowly lowers it back to his side. "There's nothing to be sorry about," Liam replies a tad bitterly. I look at him and bite my lip. "If Aslan says you are to leave in three days, you shall leave in three days. Aslan makes things happen for a reason: We just have to accept it."

I fold my hands and place them on my lap. "I suppose you're right."

"Of course I'm right," he barks.

"Well, you're taking this rather well," I say sarcastically. He gives me a menacing look that makes me feel like the worst person alive and I try to return it.

"And you're taking this rather lightly, don't you think? Don't you care that you're leaving? All you've been doing since you got here is talk about how wonderful Narnia is compared to that world of yours! Aren't you sad?"

"Well of course I'm sad! It's just as you said, Liam: 'We just have to accept it.'" Angered I turned this all around, Liam gets up and starts walking away from me. "And where are you going?" I call behind him.

"Obviously back to the castle!" Liam shouts over his shoulder. "But I suppose that doesn't matter either, does it?"

I get up and brush the grains of sand off my dress. "Why are you acting like such a brat now?" This makes him turn around. He starts walking back to me and I actually become scared.

"Well, I'm sorry if being sad of my friend's close departure makes me a brat!" Liam throws in my face, making me cringe. "Has it even crossed your mind to wonder if we will ever see each other again?"

We stare at each other for what seems like ages, neither one of us willing to back down. I throw my hands up in defeat and roll my eyes. "Liam, don't get me wrong! I'll miss you and the others but Aslan has plans for me back home! God, Liam! You have no idea how much this is crushing me but no matter-"

Out of nowhere, Liam leans down and pecks my cheek. As he pulls away, he raises his hand and runs his thumb against my jawbone. "I'm...sorry, I just..."

I quickly wipe his hand off me and sprint back to the castle, leaving a speechless Liam on the shore. Caspian meets me on the staircase and grabs my arm. "Lynn! Why did you run away from him?"

"YOU WERE WATCHING?" I squeal. I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment and fury flow through my blood.

"I wasn't the only one!" Caspian says defensively, putting his hands in the air. "Everyone else was too!" I groan and start running again, never stopping until I reach my room. I slam the door and scramble into the sheets, tightly shutting my eyes.

I stand in the middle of the empty throne room, the sun peaking brightly through the high glass ceiling. I wonder why I'm all of a sudden here and start to break for the door.

"My, my. Who do we have here?"

I turn around and find someone other than Caspian on his throne. The woman has long, ash-blonde hair that drapes her body and skin as white as paper, easily blending with her boundless dress. She keeps a stone-hard face yet smiles with her eyes. She grips the arms of the throne and carefully gets up, keeping her gaze on me. Click, click, click. The room echos her footsteps loudly as she declines down the steps, walking straight towards me. Her demonic green eyes dance as she comes closer and closer. The hairs on my neck raise.

"Stay back, Jadis."

She stops and tilts her head to the side, cracking a smile. "You are a feisty one. I wonder why the great lion would choose someone like you to watch over the gentle queen..."

She stretches out a bony hand to touch my face but I smack it down. "Don't touch me," I howl. Jadis' grin grows ten times wider and she eyes me.

"My, are you beautiful! Such fair skin! Oh, and those eyes- such a fair shade of blue...but nothing special compared to your friend Susan's." I tremble at the comment and it doesn't go unnoticed by the witch. "Have I struck a chord? A touchy subject perhaps? Very good." At light speed, she circles around me and grabs my face. "Such a sad tale: always being second best next to your best friend. Tell me, do you ever get jealous?" I stay silent. "I said, tell me: Do. You. Ever. Get. Jealous?"

Her cold fingers run up and down my neck and she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it to move my head back. "Let go of me, you foul-" She rips my hair mightier than before and bares her teeth.

"Don't talk to me like that, you inferior child. You are nothing when you stand next to Susan! I pity you, really I do. That lion you adore so much is making you go back to that filthy home of yours! The world where you must follow and wait on the woman who stands superior over you. Face it, the lion is damning you!"

"How dare you speak about Aslan like that!" I riot. I fight her grip and she complies.

"I know you're hurting inside, dear. The one who is supposedly the good one is causing you to ache. You know, if you follow me, if you worship me, I'll make sure you never feel this way again. I'll make sure you will never have to worry about being under that girl ever again!"

"Be quiet, you liar. I will not believe your empty promises!"

She gives me a chilly laugh and grazes the skin of my cheek. "My empty promises? Oh no, my dear child! Your beloved Aslan is the only one with empty promises! Why would he ask you to look over someone's life when he can't even look over yours?" With that, her fingers turn into long talons and she digs them into my unsuspecting eyes.

I scream in pain and claw at her arms. "STOP! ASLAN, MAKE HER STOP! HELP ME, PLEASE! MAKER HER STOP, ASLAN!"

Her wicked laughter fills the silence, twisting her hands and digging deeper. "Maybe this way, you will see sense. Now tell me: Where is your precious savior now?" Pause. "Precisely. No where. Why don't you join me, Evalynn. I will take care of you- I'll take care of everything!"

"STOP!"

I sit up in my bed and breathe heavily. Perspiration drips down my forehead and I begin to sob into a pillow. "Why didn't you come, Aslan?" I moan through my hiccups. I continue to weep until I see my error. I look up to the sky and say as if he could hear me, "Why would you choose me? I'm so weak! Don't you see me, Aslan?

I wait for a response, as if one were actually coming. The great lion's voice is unheard and I chuck the pillow at the wall, completely confused.

"Of course you don't."

I'm aware this chapter is really weird but I really enjoy writing Jadis' hot-and-cold personality. Review please?