He barely felt the tug on his arm, roughly pulling him off of the seat, and he stumbled as he hit the ground. Two days with minimal food and very little water had left him weak, and sleep had started to feel like a privilege. He couldn't help being jealous of those who got the simplest luxuries that he had once considered a right. He felt so bad about everything he'd ever demanded, and decided then and there that he would never complain about anyone's cooking or refuse to eat a meal ever again.
The rough hands of the dwarf pushed Edmund up against a tree, binding him roughly and tightly. Edmund could feel the material rubbing at his skin. He was not looking forward to the future.
A minotaur stumbled into the camp, holding his head and swaying. He looked disoriented and starving. It was by far the skinniest minotaur Edmund had seen so far.
"The first competitor!" One of the giants announced, his booming voice silencing everyone as they turned towards the stumbling beast with expectant looks on their faces. The first competitor? Edmund wondered.
A path cleared through the sea of the witches supporters, leading straight to the black tent where the witch stood, maps spread out in front of her and the second in command by her side. As the minotaur makes his way up to her tent, Edmund can see the dread on his face.
"Where are they?" The witch demands, coldly.
"They got away." The minotaur takes a deep breath. "With help."
"Yes, I know." Her icy glare could've frozen the minotaur. In fact, it was surprising it didn't. "I got the fox. What did you expect? Traitors are not tolerated and I certainly won't let them get away. How dare you think so lowly of your queen!" But she didn't freeze him. She needed more information.
"No. Not the fox." He swallowed. "You said traitors aren't tolerated. But I wonder..." He trailed off.
"WHAT?!"
"Not even your own daughter?" The minotaur kept his gaze on the ground. The Witch screamed as anger and shock and despair overtook her. With one swing, the minotaur was stone.
It couldn't be. Evelyn? No. She had taught her too well. Evelyn wouldn't betray her own mother.
But inside, the witch knew it was fate. She was too smart for her own good.
Tash! Why couldn't she have inherited her fathers stupidity instead of my smarts?! Violent thoughts followed this.
That little bitch.
She will regret this.
I only did it to protect her, but she couldn't be grateful and help me. No, she had to betray me!
I will kill her.
The prophecy shall not succeed.
Even if I have to kill my own daughter, I will win!
It hurt, though she would never admit it. It hurt that her own daughter, who she had done so much to protect, to make her indestructible, had deserted her.
She will pay.
They all will.
Edmund watched from afar, millions of thoughts crashing through his head at hundreds of miles per hour.
The witch has a daughter?
Where is she?
Why was the minotaur a competitor?
And what did he compete in?
What did they mean 'first'? Are there others?
Why is the Witch so reckless with her soldiers lives?
Could her daughter be the reason she's doing this?
No.
She's a cold blooded monster.
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The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)
FantasyOC X Peter Pevensie Evelyn has always been different. Always out of place, never accepted. Always the one that got the blame. It didn't seem to matter that she had a heart of gold. No-one cared when it got broken. She was the bad guy, and she had no...
