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Shivering, wounded, and with the worst headache of my life, I drag my feet through the snow. Was I capable of speech, I'd be cursing my captors —and my luck— but that'd just be a waste of energy and I have none to spare. Not when I have an arduous walk ahead to only the gods know where and an uncertain future to face.
I had been so close to making it out of Narnia. Had nothing gone wrong I'd now be camping in the safety of Archenland's woods —with an empty stomach, sure, but how's that any different from my current predicament— and from there it'd be safe passage to Anvard and a comfortable ride back to Datram. Back home. Back to... But thinking about what could have been is pointless because — curse my luck — I got captured by the Witch's secret police and now there is no escaping. Trust me, I tried.
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I was ambushed on my way back from Cair Paravel, cornered at the River Rush and had most of my weapons confiscated. I tried to fight of course but didn't realize just how close I was to the ice. One of the wolves took the opportunity and launched straight at me, jaw ready to tear me apart. I tried to fight him off but between him launching himself at me and the slippery ice I couldn't stand my ground and fell hard on my back, most likely gaining a contusion. As the wolves stared at me triumphantly I was sure they were going to kill me, humans are not allowed into Narnian territory, much less Datramites, but the wolf who attacked me, Maugrim, knocked the sword off my hand and ordered me to stand up.
I obliged and he ordered me to walk. I started to do so and then took out a dagger I had hidden underneath my armour and stabbed the nearest wolf. I took him by surprise and the blade reached his heart killing him before the others could react.
One down, two to go.
I took out the blood-soaked blade and turned towards the other two who were surrounding me. I recklessly tried to get to the one nearest to me, but this time they were prepared. One tackled me from behind as the other one bit on my wrist, forcing me to let go of the dagger as I cried in pain. Maugrim, the largest of the two, kicked it aside with his paw and sneered down at me.
"You foolish little creature. You're coming with us. The Queen will be so glad to meet you," Maugrim said, before ordering me to stand up yet again.
