The Dawn's End

Entanglement of Regrets

Camus made his way to the outskirts of Narnia where he once found a roof over his head. In order for his plan to work he needed more information, he knew just to ask.

Walking through the ruins made him remember his childhood. The person that he met here was actually the closest thing that he had to family. But that didn't matter, not at all. All that mattered was that he got revenge from everyone that wronged him, especially the Pevensies.

Camus came out into the clearing from inside the water cave and he was flooded with memories. He shook them off as he brought out the spellbook and started to chant the spell that he required. The second the last syllable was out of his mouth, a loud groan creeped up the walls

"Who dares to wake me up after all these years?" The voice spoke out.

"It is I, Camus." He revealed.

The smoke that formed in front of him started swirling to take the shape and a tall man appeared before him. "How dare you show your face again?" The sorcerer spitted out.

"I have no fear. I don't regret killing you. You might have taught me all that you knew but I was always one step ahead of you." Camus smirked. "Now, let's not waste any precious time....of mine."

"You haven't changed one bit, boy." The sorcerer chuckled, recognising the poison in his once disciple's voice. "What do you want?"

Camus snarled. "I am a man, far older than any boy, and I want to know about your weaknesses."

"You know that I had none." He replied calmly.

"Then how was I able to kill you?" Camus shouted, echoing off the walls of the cave.

"It's because I let you, you fool." The sorcerer chuckled. "You were never one step ahead of me. In fact, we weren't even walking the same road."

"Enough! Now, I command you to tell me what the Seven Swords can do."

The sorcerer was slightly smirking, amused. "You never did know the entire story."

"Then what is the entire story?"

"You are about to meet your doom. I don't need to be alive to know that deep down you yourself know it. Otherwise you wouldn't be here and-"

"Just answer the question!" Camus interrupted.

"The power that the seven have is immense. Only the worthy are allowed to be aware of, and looking at the certain circumstances, I bid you adieu. You can fill in the dots by yourself." The smoke vanished, leaving Camus alone to shout in anger.

"Cold." Edmund thought to himself as he was waking up. He couldn't remember what had happened, nor either sleeping in the first place. "Where am I?" He thought to himself. "It almost feels as if I am sitting on ice...ice!" He sat up quickly as he realized where he was. "The White Witch's Castle." He told himself fearful of what was to come.

"Wait, that's not my voice." His voice was higher than it normally was. He walked up to see his reflection against the clear glossy ice. He was a young boy again, the same age that he had been when he betrayed his siblings. But he didn't look the same. He had snow white hair and icy blue eyes. He was wearing some kind of king attire, but it wasn't Narnian and it wasn't Telmarine either.

"Your Majesty." He heard a shaky voice from behind him.

He turned around and it was Lucy, but she was a young girl. She was wearing rags and had dirt on her face. "Oh Lu." He thought to himself as he took a step to go comfort her.

She looked startled and flinched, confusing him. "Please don't hurt me." Before he could say anything, she spoke up again. "Queen Jadis needs you in the throne room please." She said before hurrying away, not looking him in the eye.