Frozen.

ELEVEN

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I am so so so so so sorry for not updating in ages. But I have just finished this and I really hope you like it. I've tried writing it at least three times and have only just managed to get it right.

I'm really sorry if this is worse than my recent chapters. I haven't been able to get ideas for ages. But I have now yay.

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I wandered.

For days I wandered on bare feet, searching through the castle. Subconsciously I knew I was looking for Tarn, but I distracted myself by looking for rooms, for people, for Keira. By now, it had been roughly three days since I had last seen her and I was beginning to worry. So I hurried down the halls, searching for my father, in the hopes that I would get her back. But so far, my attempts to find the people and animals I knew was without results.

My feet arrived in front of a large, dark brown wood door which towered up over me like it was a ten ft. giant. I looked at it up and down in amazement. The wood was different to anything I was used to. There were patterns embedded in the wood, there was words in a tongue I'd ever seen before. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand raised up to trace along the patterns and knock loudly on the wood.

The door swung open immediately, causing me to jump back in shock. I hadn't expected it to open and I hadn't expected anyone to be inside. But I gasped as I took in the person in front of me. I hadn't thought that I would see him again for a while after he disappeared but there he was, in the flesh.

"Tarn." I whispered. His eyes were as beautiful as ever, glowing like they were on fire. A small, almost sad smile tugged on the corners of his lips as his eyes settled on me. In an instant , the smile was gone and he stepped back to open the door wider for me. He gestured me in and I noticed then that his appearance was all wrong. I scanned him up and down and felt worry tear through me. Everything from the way he held himself up to the way he looked across the room was wrong. He seemed sad and tortured.

"Ashana." My Dad's voice rang through the large room as I stepped in after Tarn. I turned to face him, standing in front of a large mahogany-like desk that sat just in front of the wall beside the large door.

"Hi Dad." I whispered with a smile. A grin ripped across his mouth and he stood up from the chair he sat in.

"My dear, if you don't mind my asking, what has brought you here?" His accent was strange. It was like it was Scottish and then changed to Spanish or another accent I couldn't put my finger on.

"Keira. I was wondering where she is?" I told him. His face softened with respect for me as the words left my lips. A nod rocked his perfectly symmetric face before he turned slightly to his right. His right hand picked up a key with a piece of card attached to it by a blood red ribbon.

"She's outside, in the wolf pen. Take this to the keeper and he'll let you in." He walked over to stand in front of me and held the key out to me with a kind. I thanked him and took the key from his hand. He smirked as I stared at the key and took a step back. "Was there anything else my dear?" I looked at him in surprise.

"Um, yeah. Where has everyone been?" He looked confused and uncertain.

"What do you mean?" He asked me in a skeptical tone.

"I mean no one's come to see me. Like, there are trays of food left for me, but not a single sole has come to me. Where the hell is everyone?" I said, exasperated. He looked like he'd been shot and had no idea whatsoever what I was speaking about. He looked to Tarn who was watching me with amazement.

"Tarn, go and retrieve Miss Bane." I watched as Tarn nodded and disappeared through a door off the side of the office. "Ashana you understand that I have sent numerous creatures to keep you company, don't you?" Confusion was swirling around all through my mind. If he'd sent 'creatures' to come and see me then why hadn't they shown up? Why was I left alone.

"No, I don't. Because they never turned up. I've been alone since we got here. Not a single sole has stepped foot near me other than myself. So tell me what the hell is going on!" Just a my tone shouted through the room, Tarn materialised through the door, carrying a shiver green form. He placed what I assumed to he Miss Bane down on the top of the mahogany table and stepped back to look at my father.

"Delora, why has no one gone to keep my daughter company like I have asked?" He pointed to me before standing right in front of the small creature. The tiny girl shivered in fear and cringe back.

"Dad, stop. You're scaring her." I blurted. The creature looked at me like I was something else. "It wasn't her fault. Stop." I warned him. He looked at me with intrigue and stepped back. The tiny girl stood up in a quivering mess and stepped over to the edge of the desk.

"She," the creature pointed to me, "smells wrong. She's not normal Faery." Then the creature stopped and stood with confidence. "The White Queen has come." Tarn stepped forward like he'd been pushed.

"What did you just say?" He practically growled at her.

"Tarn." I warned him. The creature turned to me, smiled and turned back to Tarn. She gestured for him to come closer to her so she could whisper in his ear. When he leaned back, he was shocked.

"You're sure?" The creature nodded to him and pointed to me before mumbling in a strange tongue that only Tarn and my father could understand.

"Apologies, madam." Delora turned to me, a lot like Dobby from Harry Potter. "There was a misunderstanding of communications." I knew she was lying to me but I didn't push it. There was something they felt I didn't need to know, so I didn't ask. My father and Tarn shared a look before I edged over to the small girl. I knelt down to her and watched as her face contorted into a look of amazement and awe.

"Hello." I said kindly to her. She smiled and held out her tiny hand in a greeting. I took it with my finger and gently shook it. "I'm Ashana." She giggled and scrambled over to cling onto my left shoulder. I laughed and turned to look at Tarn and my Father. They were watching in amazement as the small creature happily sniffed my hair and laid calmly on my shoulder.

"What?" I asked. My father turned to Tarn before looking back at me.

"Ashana, she's a creature with a solo essence. Delora doesn't touch people." I looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I whispered

"She was right. The White Queen has come."