The Chosen One

Ch. 21 The white witch

Caspians POV:
    I am standing in the corridor of Aslan's Howe admiring the Kings and Queens paintings when Nikabrik approaches. "You so glad of that magic horn now, boy?" he asks. I turn to face him, "your kings and queens have failed us. Your army's half dead. And those who aren't will be soon enough."
    "What do you want? Congratulations?"
    "You want your uncle's blood. So do we." he explains in a nasty voice. "You want his throne? We can get it for you." He begins to walk down the corridor, I look to the painting once more before I follow after him. "You tried one ancient power. It failed. But there is a power greater still. One that kept even Aslan at bay for near a hundred years."
    With that I knew Nikabrik meant the white witch. However she is dead. There is no way to bring her back. But still Nikabrik looks determined. Suddenly I hear growling in the distance. I grab my sword from its holster and ready myself. "Who's there?"
    "I am hunger" a raspy voice says. "I am thirst." soon I see a hooded figure making its way toward me. "I can fast a hundred years... and not die." soon enough there is another hooded figure coming at me from the other side. "I can lie a hundred nights on the ice... and never freeze" the first voice continues. "I can drink a river of blood and not burst." the figure is close enough now that I can see he's a wolf. The second one some sort of vulture. I look back to Nikabrik, he only nods. "Show me... your enemies!" The wolf throws his hood off, frightening me a bit.
    "What you hate, so will we." The vulture speaks up, "no one hates better than us."
    "And you can... guarantee Miraz's death?" I ask.
    "And more" the vulture bows as she says this. I put my sword back in its holster to show that I'm on their side. I look back at Nikabrik, who smiles and nods at the Vulture. "Let the circle be drawn." The wolf begins to draw a perfect circle around me as the Vulture speaks in a foreign language. The vulture takes out some sort of septar from her robes, then pierces the ground with it.
Ice quickly begins to climb up between the two pillars creating a sheet of ice. I am mesmerized by its beauty. Suddenly I see a figure appear in the sheet of ice. It was the White Witch herself.
"Wait." I say, my voice shaky, "this isn't what I wanted." I begin to back up, only to be in the clutches of the Wolf. He lifts my hand up and walks me toward the Witch.
"One drop of Adam's blood and you free me." She states. The Vulture takes out her knife. "Then I am yours, my king."
"No." I say weakly as the Vulture cuts my hand. The Witch then kisses her hand before pushing it through the sheet of ice. Something then clicks inside my head and I realize I want to give her my blood.
"Stop!"

I truly apologize for taking so long to write this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it and I'm going to try and write more this weekend.