the girl he must defeat (Edmund Pevensie fanfic)

Iced heart

Laying down on a bed someone's not familiar with, in a 'house' that that someone does not wants to be in can be much worst when the person in question is you. Trust me, I would know.

After that chump witch finished whatever ceremony she was having with her so called subdicts, she told two of the scary wolfs to "guide" us to our room, of course I didn't wanted to go, but Valerie obligated me so I wouldn't create ourselves some kind of bigger problem than the one we were already in.

I spent countless sleepless nights trapped between those cold iced coloured walls, though it was probably only three or four days in there but they seemed endless. Valerie was not on the same room as I was but, according to what some wolfs have told me when they delivered the nasty food to my room, even though I never ate a single scrap, she was not as pissed as I was, fortunately for her, though I'm not sure if I can believe what those wolfs have been telling me, in the end they're still allies of the witch.

My hands and feet started getting colder and colder night after night and I swear I could see them change for a purplish color, even my lips were purple, the bags under my eyes were darker and my eyelids heavier, my hair was growing bulky and darker, though I didn't felt cold at all, I didn't felt sleepy, to be honest I felt invincible, not even hunger or thirst hit me, I felt like rivers of power were overflowing under my skin.

The desire of drawing was so big I was obligated to break the little bedside table with some kicks and punches, but in the end I was able to pick a little cudgel with no barbs to scratch the biggest of the walls that constituted the room, what started as a single triangle fast turned into thousands of them, it ended up looking like something I didn't quite understand what was, it looked like some kind of monster made of rocks or maybe ice ,it was difficult to be sure what it was, but the drawing was surely intriguing, for some it may be scary but to me it was just graceful. Because of that I got some bruises on the knuckles and in the thumb of my right foot, but it was so worth it for ,after that ,I felt so much relieved.

Now what was worrying me for real was Valerie, she looks so delicate and it preoccupied me to imagine her in an environment like this, with the cold and the wolfs contantly spying on us, maybe she was not eating well or maybe she was thirsty, or even scared.

"hey dog"I called one of the wolfs looking through the keyhole to see if there was anyone in there

"I already told you I'm a dreaded wolf" one of the wolfs said irritated

"yeah they all look the same" I murmured under my breath "I demand to speak with the witch!" I said decidedly

"how dare you call the high queen of Narnia such horrendous name" he defended her

"oh cut it hairy and go call her" I snorted

He looked at me like a stubborn child but then he rushed to call the witch.

"why was it, queen northern, that you required to see me?" she smirked as the door opened by magic and her gigantic figure entered the room

"I want to see my sister!" I demanded looking up into her eyes with no fear or whatsoever

She chuckled "as you wish"

I frowned "so I can go see her?" I asked suspiciously

"of course you can, if..." her smirk grew bigger "you join me"

"join you?" I chuckled sarcastically "I'll never do that"

"then you wouldn't mind if I killed your so loved sister, would you?"

"you can't kill her, you need her to fight with you, you need us both not just one of us"

"that's where you're mistaken, I need one of you, I just didn't know exactly which of you was the one, I needed to test you, but now that I finally know, I don't need that brat anymore"