i have my dagger ready. my hand gripped the handle with frustration. my face stern and on guard. i am ready to fight. nothing is in my way of keeping my father's life honored, even after his death. sweat trinkled down my spine and cool chills race across my bare arms. the other army across the valley ready to fight also. on my call, my warriors will kill what ever in our way. throwing my hand up and thrusting it down, and we all take off.
as i run my feet burn and everything in my body is numb. the wind flying through my hair. i turn my head slightly and see everyone behind me running with all their might. i look back in front of me and see my enemies running toward me. they get closer and closer. i put my dagger straight infront of me and yell,"for narnia!"
"wake up! it's time for your exile!", screams an unbearable voice. my eyes slowly open. crust tries to keep my eyes shut, but i pull them open not caring how it feels. everything seems blurry and dark. i blink my eyes several times to bring back my vision. "come on you darn witch!" that voice once again erupted the sounds arounded me and opened my ears. my attention went back to that man. i look up at him to see that he is not what he sounds like. he was a wimpy little man. i giggled at the satisfaction that he couldn't take me down.
"'if you do not get up now, i will kill you here and now!" i rustedly stood up and crept toward the opening of the cell. i notice now that i am in a jail. my dream wasn't real. i wasn't really going to fight the people i want to kill the most, my father's murderers. the man took my arms fermly and threw me toward another opening. the light of the outside burned my eyes. they felt like they were going to fall out.
when we got to another building he made me stay outside for some reason. "i'll be back." he says. of course he didn't just let me stand out here with no one around or me have any way to leave. he tided my up quite tighly with a rope. the rope was so tight on my wrist that it dug into my skin and made it red. when he finaly came back he grabbed me and threw on the flo the middle of a crowd of people i didn't know. at the head of the room some man sat gracefully in a chair. he holds a crown on his head. that brought back memories of my father.
"we have now caught you which. you will be hung tomorrow evening, i have changed the date to see if you can prove your self and not end up like all the others of your kind." says the man on the thrown. his voice rang in the air. it is like he was trained his whole life to do such a thing. "w..w..wait.", i say with a few cracks in my voice,"where am i?" i didn't care what he was going to do to me. what ever he did, this was most likely a dream just like the other one. "you..are in the kingdom of chambers!" the man shouts again. "you, witch, is going to die, because of your own killings of thousands of our people."
i was confuised. why is everyone saying that i am a witch? all these questions went through my head. so i said with bravery,"i am not a witch. for i am a queen." every one in the room gasped as in they couldn't believe me. but i knew for sure that i was a queen. or you could say princess. i was not a witch and i wasn't going to die for some one thinking i was something i wasn't.
"ha. you cannot fool me you dirty hag." the king spat. "you were caught red handed last night killing a young girl." his face read that he was not going to let in. so i said back,"well i would like to see my self in the mirror. i know what a witch looks like, i have hung one my self in my kingdom." i turn to what looks like a pesent,"bring me that pot!" the man slightly hands me the pot. i ripped it from his hands and look at my refelection. it wasn't me. so i spit on is and rubbed it clean. once again, it wasn't me. i looked up,"i am sure i am a queen. my mother is queen lucy and my uncle king edmond. you must believe me." i begged. my eyes looked at the people around me, the man who brought me here, and the king. i knew some thing bad was going to happpen
the king shook his head and pointed his finger outside. i followed his finger to a plat form with a rope. i was going to be hung and i couldn't do anything about it. "take the witch there tomorrow after noon. this one is going to be good." the guard grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me out of the room. as i watch the rope swinging in the wind, it starts to poor down raining. and i go back to the dark cell where i first woke up.
