More Than It Seems

Chapter 10

My hands were tied as I followed behind The Witch as her followers escorted us back to her castle. I stared down the whole way trying to ignore the smell of stench and the flys that buzzed around the hooves. That Minotaur from before was behind me, axe ready incase I were to run off, and the huffs from his snout were annoying. The little dwarf gremlin was besides The Witch. He had been skipping around me earlier taunting my future death until The Witch silenced him, threatening his life.

     I was thinking of the Pevensies and the Beavers. I'm sure Peter had told the rest of my leave, and I can only imagine the reactions from the others. Mrs. Beaver's gasp as Mr. Beaver pets her back in comfort. Susan completely speechless with a sobbing Lucy coddled at her side. And Ed... I don't want him to feel guilty, he should know that I've done this on my own will and that it wasn't his fault.

     I couldn't even think about Peter's reaction, I did leave him off with a mixture of emotions. I was almost regretting kissing him back there, it was a selfish thing to do. I don't even know if he felt the same, he probably hated the fact I had kissed him before leaving for good. What would be the point if I wasn't to see him again?

     Aslan did mention that tonight won't be the end for the two of us, but what could he possibly mean from it? We're dying! Did he mean some type of afterlife, or was he going to pull something off and save us both right before The Witch kills us? I wouldn't get my hopes up on that. The last thing I want to feel alive is disappointment.

     A loud snort and a push had snapped me back into focus, and after stumbling forwards, I looked up to see a castle of ice. I remember seeing it pointier at the top when we had all watched Edmund enter this place not long ago. Could the warm weather be melting this place?

     As The Witch was lowered from her chair, I was forced to follow after her. Barely walking a few paces into the foyer, I was pushed off towards two twin-like feminine creatures who grabbed me by the arm on each side. My eyes widened as they guided me down a hall and away from everyone else.

     "Where are you taking me?" I had asked the two of them, looking side to side to see them staring straight ahead without expression.

     Reaching a door, one had released me and opened it to show a small bedroom. Leading me in, the twins had untied my hands and placed me onto a frozen footstool. One of the twins began to measure me while the other walked into a side room. The sound of running water was heard which could only mean a bath was running. After the measurements, I was then ushered into the side room. Being correct it was a bathroom, I was given a robe and the twins walked out.

     "Hurry along now, just to get the dirt off." One had said.

     "Her majesty does not like to be kept waiting." Said the other before they both left the room.

     "We will be back in ten." They both purred as they shut the door.

     The twins did return after my bath which was very cold but still did the job. Patting myself a little dry, the twins came back into the room and guided me back onto the footstool. One had brought a dress and had begun to take my robe off to dress me. The other began to play with my hair. To my unliking, they had ignored my requests for privacy and begun to dress me like a doll.

     Hair styled and dressed in black, I could only scoff at my reflection in the ice mirror for looking as if I belonged at a funeral, except it was for my own. The twins had tied my hands back together, and had led back to the foyer of the castle. There The Witch stood in her own black gown with a raven's wing spiking up beside her head.

     She gazed at me with a look of yearning, but also hatred. The twins let go of me, bowed to their Queen and left back down the hall we had come from. I stared up at The Witch trying to think of what we were going to do.