𝒩𝑜 𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒: 𝐸𝒹𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒫𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑒 ~ 𝒫𝒞

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜 - 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒪𝓁𝒹 [Revised]

The next morning Trumpkin and I were promptly awoken, tied up, and dragged from the dungeons and to the throne room.

We were guarded outside the chamber until they took Trumpkin in. I heard fierce words being used by my uncle, who must have been concocting some story to sway the other men on the council in his favor. He was prone to manipulating.

Once the conference had finished, Trumpkin was thrown back out and the two of us were taken a long way away from the palace, and then to the shore of a lake I didn't recognize.

As we approached, I spotted a small boat at the docks and realized we were to be drowned.

Frankly, I'd prefer anything else.

They tossed us into the boat, and the soldiers rowed out to the center of the lake.

I looked towards Trumpkin, whose eyes had a confusing image of rage, and empathy. We were going down together.

Finally after a drawn out silence, one of the soldiers spoke, "He won't stop staring."

Trumpkin had moved his gaze to the men, and he looked absolutely furious.

"So don't look." The other replied, but the soldier was clearly still uneasy.

The uncomfortable one then stopped rowing, "Here's far enough." he said, and they both stood and picked Trumpkin up.

I tried to protest, but it didn't do much considering that they had tied cloth around both mouths. I suppose they got tired of our complaints.

Suddenly an arrow pierced the side of the boat, and I noticed four figures on the shore, one girl holding a bow.

"Drop him!" The girl shouted.

Ah... terrible choice of words.

"Crows and crockery!" Trumpkin exclaimed, though slightly muffled.

And as you would assume, they dropped him.

And looking to kill two birds with one stone, they went ahead and pushed me off the boat along with him.

Now this is where things get complicated. Let me explain.

I was cursed.

I know, I know. I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but it's hard enough to bring it up as it is.

It was said, many years ago. Before Jadis, the White Witch was killed, she released a curse.

This curse would take on a host and grant them her ability to turn things into stone, so that when the Kings and Queens of old threatened her again, she would have a vessel to do her bidding.

And of course, because I just can't catch a break, I became that host.

Jadis's expectation was that this person would use these powers for evil, and then to somehow bring her back.

Now, I barely use these powers because, for one, I can barely control them.

And it was also said that the White Witch was the most tyrannical of Narnia's leaders, a wicked temptress, and the embodiment of Narnia's pain.

I rarely found cause to use my power, and furthermore with the knowledge professor Cornelius instilled in Caspian and I about the days of old, I would never follow in her evil ways.

Only Miraz and the professor Cornelius knew,

When Miraz found out, he tried to convince me Narnians were evil, and that I had true Telmarine blood. Mostly to keep me in his favor so I'd remain an asset to him in the future.