Once, there were four children who stood at an underground train station. They had just returned from a land called Narnia but nobody around them was aware that they ever had left. The children thought that their adventure was over. After all, it wa...
Camus grunted as he dragged himself along the coastline, heavy spellbook in hand. Stomping heavily in frustration, his feet digging deeper into the sand with every step he took. He was flabbergasted that he was beaten by children, again. He had stumbled upon a nearby cave dark enough to escape those pathetic children.
"Everything was going according to plan! Those stupid elder Pevensies just had to come and ruin my plans! I was finally going to get rid of that nuisance Edmund, and soon after that, Lucy."
But something sparked within him. It wasn't a total lost cause. He still had the book gripped tightly between his fingers, the spell written out, and the blood from that rotten young king. He may not have the dagger, but he could make do without it. All he needed was to find something with equal, if not more, power. "They think that this is the end? Oh we aren't even at the climax yet." A crooked smile formed on his already twisted face.
It was a lovely autumn afternoon. The colorful leaves were twindeling down to the woods of a nice different shades of orange and green. You could feel the cold air rush through you signaling that Christmas was nearing in two month's time.
Mr. Tumnus rushed into the main hall where the Pevensies, now their older selves, were chatting about whether they should go hunting. The faun gave them the perfect opportunity, only to regret it later on. "Your Majesties!"
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"I'm fine, Your Majesty, But the White Stag has been seen in the Shuddering Woods!"
"Then we must make our wish!" Susan suggested. "We could ask for the prosperity of the world."
"Don't worry, sister." Edmund stood up from his seat. "You girls wait at the castle. I'll get the stag myself!"
And thus began their riding into the woods where they suddenly came upon a lonely lamppost and began to foggly remember their time at a place called Spare Oom.
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"Spare Oom." Lucy whispered, her curiosity taking her down the memory lane and back to the world that they came from.
Little did they know that their enemy was right at the corner, waiting for the correct opportunity to take his revenge. Even though Camus was banished from Narnia, he lurked in the woods just waiting for a chance of getting revenge at the Pevensies for wronging him. He had obsessed over it for years, eagerly waiting for a moment where the children would be stupid enough to go into the woods alone.
But at a local pub, he heard the chatter of the sighting of the White Stag and he thought, why waste a perfect chance of living an eternal life? The exact minute that the Pevensies were out of the wardrobe, Camus had trapped the Stag and then, he made his wish to stay young and alive forever, or as long as it took he get his revenge on the Pevensies.
The whole kingdom was in turmoil when the Kings and Queens didn't return from their hunt. But that only made Camus more determined to seek out the sorcerer that was feared in all the Seven Seas.
Travelling outside to the land that none of the maps of Narnia contained, he found the sorcerer. Camus was able to convince the sorcerer to teach him everything that he knew and once he was convinced that he had the powers that he needed, he stabbed his master with his own staff.
"Camus!" He groaned as he felt the life draining from him.
"Now, I am finally who I am meant to be."
"You're making a mistake..."
"I am taking your power, old man. You taught me everything out of your own interest and now, I don't need you."
