Prodigy & Prophecies ? Peter Pevensie [1]

Chapter XIII - Since You've Been Gone

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." The fox apologizes, bowing his head.

"Oh, don't waste time with flattery." The white witch scoffs at the fox with utter disgust.

The fox shakes his head, "Not to seem rude, but I wasn't actually talking to you."

His eyes raise to him and I realize he was speaking to me. He was addressing me. My jaw drops slightly, unsure of how to respond.

The witch points here scepter at the fox, "Where are the humans headed?"

The fox holds his head high, refusing to say a word. The witch's eyes grow darker with annoyance and anger. She pulls back her crystalized stick with her eyes set on the fox, ready to murder the animal for his acts in protecting my siblings and the rebellion.

"Wait! No! Don't." I plead, stepping forward, "The beaver said something about the Stone Table, and that Aslan had an army there."

The fox looked at me as if his heart had broken. I couldn't just stand there as the witch hurt him, not while protecting my family. These were the times I missed them the most, only challenged by the sleepless nights with nothing but the hope that they are alive under the same stars.

"An army?" The witch clarifies, no longer aiming the dark magic at the fox, "Thank you, Edmund."

"I'm glad this creature got to see some honesty...before he dies!" She exclaims.

"No!" I shout to stop the queen but it was already too late, the witch had frozen his body to stone.

She pulls her scepter away from the fox's chest, only looking at me. She takes one step towards me, only adding more force to the slap she drew across my cheek.

She backs away, turning to her pack animals, "Go on ahead. Gather the faithful. If it's a war Aslan wants...it's a war he shall get."

With her final words an innocent butterfly floats by gracefully. It's grace is ended the moment the queen sees it out of the corner of her eye. Strikingly fast, she turned the butterfly to stone, letting it fall to the ground, never to fly again.

"But first I must deal with you," She scowls down at me, cupping my cheek to look up at her, "It's so sweet that they still value you because of that damn prophecy. That simply will not do. I will have to change that. Even if it means burning another town to the ground."

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I'm dragged back to camp by the witches second hand, a dwarf, in the same manner, I have been since my arrival here. I have lost count of the days and hours since I made the brutal mistake of coming to the queen. The dwarf goes through his routine of bonding me to a tree and then sitting a few feet away, never taking his eyes off my every move. But tonight I was met with a special party.

"Weeks!" The White Witch shouts with rage, "That's how long we spent looking for your petty family. And you knew where they were this entire time! You deceitful child!"

I keep my head down, knowing nothing I said would stop her rage. It was only now that I realized her hair was no longer frozen in place, instead, it was falling, defrosted, catching a bit of wind as she paced back and forth.

With my silence, she turns to her entourage of animals behind her, "Send out two spies with Maugram, tell them to gather intel and only engage on Maugram's orders if the opportunity presents itself."

They disperse their separate ways leaving the queen to deal with me, "You will no longer accompany me on my personal search. You will stay here, guarded, until I say otherwise or the dog's get you."