Almost as soon as they left Coriakin's island, a massive storm started that showed no sign of stopping. For days that soon turned into weeks, Edmund and Eva stayed on deck to help manage the ship with the others. Lucy and Elizabeth stayed in Caspian's quarters with Gael. No one really knew where Eustace spent all his time, but he was probably writing in his journal again…and not helping them on deck.

Because of the storm, Elizabeth hadn't been able to gain much more training from Caspian. Lucy would've helped her, but the room was too small to learn any moves properly.

"So, we're stuck here at half-rations with food and water for two more weeks maximum," Drinian said as he, Caspian, Edmund, and Eva gathered in the State Room. "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. 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 put in. Eva couldn't really tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

"I'm just saying the men are getting nervous. These are strange seas we're sailing. The likes of which I've never seen before."

Caspian stood up from his seat and went over to Drinian. "Then perhaps, Captain, you would like to be the one to explain to Mr. Rhince that we're abandoning the search for his family."

From the tone of Caspian's voice, Drinian understood his orders quite clearly. "I'll get back to it." He grabbed his raincoat and turned back to the others. "Just a word of warning. The sea can play nasty tricks on the crew's mind. Very nasty."

Eva went to Caspian's chambers to get some much-needed sleep. Lucy and Elizabeth were already asleep by the time she got in the room. She lay down on the makeshift bed and drifted off.

Green mist started to slowly seep into the room unnoticed by any of the occupants. It crawled its way across the room, as silent and imperceptible as a slow death.

Lucy pulled out of the piece of paper she had taken from Coriakin's spell book.

"'Transform my reflection, cast into perfection, lashes, lips, and complexion. Make me she whom I'd agree holds more beauty over me'."

She slowly got out of bed and went over to the mirror. She watched as her nightgown transformed into a gorgeous blue dress. Her face began to change and before she knew it, she was looking at Susan's face. She smiled as she touched her cheek in disbelief. Lucy heard the faint sound of music, so she pushed the mirror open and was met with a bright courtyard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Pevensie!" someone announced.

Everyone applauded for her and she caught the eyes of several attractive soldiers. So this was what that felt like. She liked it. A lot.

Edmund came over to her and took her arm. "Edmund?"

"You look beautiful, sister," Edmund smiled.

"As always," a familiar voice said as her other arm was taken.

"Peter!"

"Excuse me, miss, can I get a photo?" a photographer asked.

"Mother's going to love this," Peter said. "All her children in one picture."

"Hang on. Where am I?" Lucy asked. "I mean, where's Lucy?"

"Lucy, who's Lucy?" Edmund said confused.

"And what about Elaine?"

"Elaine? We haven't seen Elaine since we left the Professor's house," Peter answered her. "We didn't exactly get along very well after all. Who knows where she is now?"

Lucy started squirming in their grasps.

"Susan, what's wrong?"

"Come on now, miss. Nice big smile!" the photographer said.

Lucy looked at Edmund. "Edmund, I'm not sure about all this. I think I want to go back."

"Go back where?"

"To Narnia!"

"What on earth is Narnia?"

"What's going on? Stop this!"

Lucy covered her eyes and when she looked up again, she was back on the ship in front of the mirror. Aslan came up behind her.

"Lucy," he said gently.

"Aslan?" Lucy whipped around, but Aslan was not there. She turned and saw him still in the mirror.

"What have you done, child?"

"I don't know," she admitted shamefully. "That was awful."

"But you chose it, Lucy."

"I didn't mean to choose all of that. I just wanted to be beautiful like Susan. That's all."

"You wished yourself away, and with it, much more. Your brothers and sister and Elaine wouldn't know Narnia without you, Lucy. You discovered it first, remember? Nor would Peter have ever married Elaine without knowing Narnia first, and she wouldn't have become your sister-in-law."

"I'm so sorry."

"You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are."

Lucy bolted upright in her bed. "Aslan!" she cried as a thunderclap rang out. She looked at the torn-out page in her hand before crumpling it up and tossing it into the fire.

Meanwhile, Eva was tossing and turning having a nightmare of her own.

She was back on land near the How where she had gone her first time in Narnia. Edmund was helping her train, and she was happy.

Suddenly, her surroundings darkened. She looked behind Edmund and there was the White Witch.

Eva had never seen the woman in person before. She had just seen her in a sheet of ice. She was much more terrifying when she was real.

"Edmund, darling. Come with me," she beckoned. "I will let you rule over all of Narnia. You'll be the king Caspian and Peter weren't. You'll have power they could never dream of having."

"Edmund, don't listen to her," Eva pleaded. "She's trying to trick you again."

"Come on, dear. Just take my hand. You know it's for the best."

Eva quickly took Edmund's hand. "Please, Edmund, don't do this. Don't you remember what she did to you? She tried to kill you. Twice!"

"But that was so long ago," Edmund said with his eyes on the Witch. "I think she's changed."

"She's a Witch! She can't change! She wants to hurt you and kill you."

"I deserve to be king, Eva. I've been in Narnia longer than Caspian, and I should have more power than he does."

"You're letting the idea of power get to your head. Please. I can't lose you."

"Then come with me."

Edmund took his hand out of hers and then took the Witch's hand.

"No, stop!" Eva cried.

"It's okay, Eva. She means the best. We can trust her. Come with us."

Edmund held his hand out for her, but Eva didn't move. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"I thought you cared for me."

"I do. I care for you more than anything. But I can't trust the Witch."

"Of course you can."

"No, I can't. Can't you see what she's doing?"

"She's trying to save us, Eva. Please join us."

Eva looked between Edmund and the White Witch. "I can't, Edmund."

"Suit yourself. I should've seen it before. You can't do what needs to be done."

"That's not true."

"This is the only way."

The White Witch smiled as she put one arm around Edmund's shoulders. Then she gave an evil smile to Eva and took a knife in her other hand before stabbing him in the back.

"NO!" Eva screamed.

Suddenly, she sprang up in her bed in Caspian's chambers gasping heavily.

"Eva, are you alright?" Lucy asked. "Nightmare?"

Eva got up from the bed and raced down below deck where Edmund was. "Edmund?" she called quietly. Her brow furrowed when she saw that he had his sword pointed at nothing. She had a bad feeling she knew what he had been seeing.

"Eva," he gasped quietly.

A bolt of thunder rang out that caused Caspian to jerk awake.

"Are you okay?" Edmund asked his girlfriend.

Eva ran up to him and hugged him tightly. She indulged in the feeling of having his arms around her, knowing that he was safe.

"We can't sleep," Lucy said quietly.

"Let me guess," Edmund said to her. "Bad dreams." Eva nodded lightly as she finally released him and sat on his hammock with her hand gripping his. "So either we're all going mad, or something is playing with our minds."

"How's Elizabeth?" Caspian asked the girls.

"I think she's still sleeping," Lucy answered.

"I'll go make sure she's okay. Clearly, none of us are."

Caspian got out of his hammock as Edmund continued to comfort Eva. When he walked into his chambers, Gael wasn't in the room, and he assumed that the young girl had gone to find her father because of the nightmares.

When he looked at Elizabeth, she was quietly whimpering and crying out in her sleep as she lightly thrashed around.

"Elizabeth," Caspian said softly as he touched her shoulder. "Elizabeth."

Elizabeth lightly gasped awake. "Your Majesty."

"I've told you that you can call me Caspian. It's alright. You were just having a bad dream."

"Right. A dream."

"All of us are having nightmares. I think it's what Coriakin was telling us about. None of us can sleep anymore." After a pause, he asked her, "If you don't mind my asking, what were you dreaming about?"

Elizabeth looked away from him. "Nothing."

"You can tell me."

"It's nothing worth telling."

"If you insist. Elizabeth, if you ever need to talk to someone, please know that I'm here for you."

Elizabeth gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Caspian."