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Hey everyone, welcome to my story! I have just very recently gone through this whole story and edited it. I hope most of the grammatical and punctuation errors have been fixed. Parts of the plot have been revised and re-written too. I've also added an epilogue since I wasn't happy with where the story ended. :) So I can basically say that this story is finally complete (After 5 years. :P) Again, even though the story is complete, I love to hear your feedback so please leave a review if you're a new reader. And I think that's basically all. Hope you all enjoy! :D

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Prologue:

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I cry out. It grabs my chin harshly and forces it up before it gets out a long, sharp knife. It slices my arm roughly, effectively causing more blood to flow from my body. I cry out some more in pain. It tosses the knife back into its sheathe then before it turns around and leaves me alone. I hear the door slam closed as the keys rattle in the heavy lock again. I wish I can die. That is all I want to do right now; die! I don't even know what I did wrong to deserve this type of punishment. Maybe this is what Aslan was talking about. I am losing hope in myself. I want to give in and just die. I cringe internally at the thought, worried that if I cringe physically I might just injure myself even worse. I stop suddenly as soon as I hear the main entrance close. It must have left.

"Yes!" I whisper quietly to myself. I can survive just a bit longer as long as I don't think about my aching leg and the horrible, bloody puddle that I'm lying in right now. I close my eyes in hope of a little bit of sleep before the help arrives. It works, within seconds I'm lost in my dreams.

Chapter 1: Late and Dead

A pink sky, blue grass, a tree made of spiced wine, and, of course, let's not forget about the hundreds of butterflies that look like mini griffons fluttering around me as my long, brown hair blows in the wind, which seems to taste and smell like vanilla. And this is why I love dreaming. It means I can have a few hours to myself in which I can fall deep into my subconscious and not have to worry about the outside world. Of course I have to eventually wake up though. My dream fades slowly as light pushes eagerly under my eyelids. My body starts to heat up also and I can't help my forehead's movements as it creases with curiosity. How peculiar. My eyes open of their own accord, immediately directing themselves over to the surprisingly light window. Yanking the soft, bed sheets off of me, hurriedly I drop out of bed and sprint over to my lit up curtains. I wrench them open only to get flooded with warm sunlight – the sun! It's real? But wait doesn't that mean…they're here! The squeal that leaves my lips is almost non-human as I bounce over to my slippers which are over in the corner of the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my reflection in the mirror. I grimace as I turn to it fully. My long, brown hair is in one large entanglement. What a way to ruin the perfect morning. I get out my wooden comb and drag it harshly through the large knots. It takes me a few minutes but in the end it's straight.

Walking over to my window, I glance out into sunshine filled forest. For the first time in my life, the trees are covered in patches of green. What's that stuff called again? Oh, that's right, leaves. The water in the Great River is bubbling ferociously and slightly overflowing onto more green stuff that is on the ground. I do believe they call that grass. There's only one problem about all of this though and that is the fact that I can see everything perfectly. I'm guessing that it's around eight in the morning which would mean that I'm two hours late for work. As a result, I run over to the closet and pull out my black and white servant uniform. I shove it on as quickly as I can and put my hair up into a very messy bun. Once it's tied back with the ribbon, I rush into my kitchen and grab the closest eatable thing I see. I take a huge bite out of it, but spit it immediately back out again. That apple is rotten. I toss it into our waste container before I rush out the front door. I go to run over to the stable, but my feet freeze as soon as I step outside. My eyes do a double take. There's no snow – anywhere. The forest is made up of greens and browns. My mouth falls open and I can't help but bend down and look closely at the fluffy stuff that they call grass. Will it hurt me? It looks sort of pointy. I bend over slightly and with a shaky hand touch the grass. It feels a little bit like…actually I can't describe what it feels like. It's so different. Ashley, work? The grass and trees are out of my mind as quick as lightning. I rush over to the stable that is at the back of our little, stone cottage and rip open the gate. The huff that Crystal gives me is not at all a pleasant one.

"Be careful, Ashley! I'm not a haystack!" she snaps at me.

"I don't have time for this, Crystal. I'm two hours late for work!" I argue back, instantly shutting her up. She lets out a quick breath and starts running immediately, rather cautiously at first though I might add, since she's not used to grass and that brown stuff, which I do believe is called dirt. I ride as fast as I can through the bright, green woods to Cair Paravel, trying not to get distracted by all the new and exciting things that are around me. I was born into the white, winter world of Narnia so this is extremely thrilling for me. The main thing that keeps me focused is knowing that if I don't get to work now I will most likely be fired. Oh joy. Starstone counts on me to get the castle clean and if I am not there then nothing will ever get done.

It isn't long before my eyes grab hold of the large, stone walls and golden gates of the castle; the already open gates I might add on. They should be closed when I get here in the morning. A light, almost airy, sound reaches my ears suddenly. I know that noise from anywhere. "NO, NO, NO! Not today!" I scream as the gates start to close. No one is stupid enough to leave the gates wide open with the White Witch nearby. I kick Crystals side roughly, trying to speed her up.

"Come on girl!" I encourage. The gates are so close! My hands get clammy holding onto her silky mane as we speed forwards. We can do this. I shove my body weight forwards against her bare back before we leap through the air. Time seems to slow down as we touch down on the stone path inside the gates just as a massive bang protrudes through the air. My body jumps of it's own accord. I can't believe we just made that.

"Thank you, Aslan!" I exclaim while jumping down off of Crystal. With shaky hands, I lead her through the quiet, empty streets until we reach the royal stable. I open her gate once we're there and lead her in before topping up her food and water to make sure that there is enough for the day.

"Well done, Crystal!" I tell her proudly once all the formalities are out of the way.

"Thank you. You're already late enough though; don't add another twenty minutes onto it," she warns me while nudging me towards her gate with her nose.

"Thanks, girl," I say whilst giving her a kiss on the nose. I close the large, wooden gate and lock it before running up the marble stairs of the castle.

"Ashley." Oh no. I freeze mid step. My eyes scan the staircase before they come to rest on a set of hooves. Oh no. My head darts up, my bottom lip finding its way between my teeth, as two green eyes pierce into my very essence. Don't freak out. Just relax. Play it safe.

"Good morning, Starstone. It's such a beautiful day today, isn't it? That sun is just amazing! We should all be outside today! Party time! I'm going to go now." Seriously? Not what I meant. That was word vomit at it's finest. My legs carry me up the stairs and semi around the centaur just as I feel an arm wrap around my stomach and pull me back.

"Not so fast, Ashley." Fearfully, I look up at her. Her light brown (almost blond) hair hangs down over her shoulders in soft waves and her forehead is creased into a frown. "Do you realize what time it is?" she asks me.

"No, I don't," I answer with a shrug. It's the truth; I don't know what the time is. All I know is that I'm late…very late. "I'm sorry, Starstone, I – "

"You have never been late before, Ashley, and I will not permit you to start now," she says. I can tell just from the tone of her voice that she is not at all happy with me. Her eyes don't falter their glare for even a moment either. I have no choice but to look away."Do you even realise how much we have to do before they get here?" Ah, it makes sense now. She's worried we're not going to have the place organised in time for the arrival of the new Kings and Queens. Her worry is completely unnecessary though. Most of the staff here in Cair Paravel have been trained since they were children. We could have this whole castle cleaned within a day if we had to. In fact, this might be the day to show her how skilled we all really are.

"It will be fine, Starstone; I promise. The sun only just came up. We have at least another day or two before they get here," I say. She looks worried. Very worried. "We will get this place clean before then. I will make sure of it." Her lips break into a smile and to be honest I'm a little scared of it. Starstone rarely smiles.

"Yes, you will because I'm leaving you in charge while I go to Aslan's camp." Wait – what? I'm sure my face looks like I just saw a ghost.

"You're leaving me in charge?" Is she crazy?

"Well yes. You're responsible – most of the time – and you've worked here for most of your life. You know what needs to be done. I don't care what you do or how you do it as long as this place is spotless by the time I return." The shock switches into excitement almost immediately.

"Um, I mean, sure, I'm honoured that you've asked me. I'm just wondering why you are going to Aslan's camp though? I mean you're Head Servant, shouldn't you probably be staying here to keep everything organised?" I reply with furrowed brows.

"You're capable of it. And besides, didn't you hear the horns go off this morning?" The horns went off? I slowly start to shake my head.

"No, I didn't sorry."

"Well Oreius and I got word that they need some more nurses, so I'm going to go and attend to the wounded at the camp and since Oreius is head of the guards he is required to be there also," she tells me as she organises a bag that I had failed to spot earlier.

"We will be back in a few days," a booming, yet calm, voice adds on. I turn to Oreius with a smile.

"Sure, just make sure you come back alive – both of you," I say as I walk over for a hug.

"Please take care of the castle. Oh, and I beg, please don't burn it down," he pleads with me as I pull away. I grin while remembering a little accident I had when I was twelve years old. Yes, I had almost burned down the kitchen while trying to make choc-chip cookies, but it wasn't like the whole castle lit up in flames – mind you I have a very strong feeling that Starstone thought it might – plus no one got hurt – well, besides Oreius, of course, who suffered a few burns while trying to rescue me – but no one died which has got to be a good thing.

"I promise I will take care of the castle. I also promise not to try cooking." I smile widely at him and hold out my pinkie.

"Deal," he agrees, while holding out his pinkie. We shake on it, both of us smiling.

"So just to confirm with you; I need the throne room organised, the bed chambers and bathrooms finished, and the castle pristine clean. Have I made myself clear?"

"Ye...yes, Starstone. Crystal clear. We will have this castle perfect for their arrival. I promise. We will make it the best it has ever been." I hope.

"Thank you, I knew I could count on you. Now go and get to work. We'll see you in a few days." With those words they both head down the stairs and into the town. Alright, first things first. Going through the front door, I make a left and follow the glorious hallway along until I reach the main hall. Most of the staff are gathered in here by the looks of it. I guess Starstone had called a meeting earlier. Nervously, I walk over to the front of the hall and turn to face everyone.

"Could I have everyone's attention please?" The hall is silent in a second. Good. "As some of you may know, Starstone and Oreius have left to go to Aslan's camp. They have left me in charge so I just have some quick notes for everyone if you all don't mind."

"Of course not, Ash. Continue," one of the faun guards reply.

"Thank you. Well I need servants making sure that the Monarchies bedrooms are ready and prepared, that the Throne Room is ready to go, and that the castle is in tip top shape. Chef's, make sure that you check all the food and throw out anything that's older than three days, ensure that the menus are all in order, and that the waitresses know exactly what is happening and how the tables are to be set. Guards, ensure that you know your positions and that all your weapons are sharpened and all your armour is polished. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes!" they all shout in clear unison.

"Good. So everyone can go and do what they need to now. If you have any questions don't hesitate to come and see me," I offer with a smile. Everyone heads out the door then besides a few guards who are already on standby. We're sure to have attacks on the castle from those who are left behind once the witch dies, so the guards are already prepared for anything that could possibly go wrong. I chance a quick glance at the silver sundial on the wall before gritting my teeth. Nine thirty. I really should start working. I head over to the entrance hall again before dashing up the central marble staircase.

I reach the first, ruby coloured hallway in record time, passing by plenty of guards and servants in the process before stopping at the public bath chamber door. My hand reaches out to open it before I freeze. I'm technically Head Servant for the next few days. Maybe, just maybe, I can choose the area I want to work in. Hmm, I wonder if Jemila would like to swap with me. The youngest Queens bedroom for a public bath chamber – probably not, considering that being able to prepare one of the four royal bed chambers is like winning one million gold crescents, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to try.

I walk over to the marble staircase hurriedly before going up them to the next level. Once I'm at the white hallway, I go over to the maple double-doors and open them. My jaw drops to the ground of its own accord as I take in my surroundings. I have yet to see any of these bed chambers since Starstone has had me cleaning all the bath chambers, so seeing it now somehow makes everything feel much more real. The walls are made of a light wood with engravings of arches all over them. On the north wall is a huge, queen-sized, canopy bed while on the opposite wall to the bed is an old, stone fireplace with a roasting fire baking within it. In the corner of the room is a pine desk that houses a mirror and hair supplies while above the desk is a big painting of a beautiful, blue river flowing right through the centre of a bright, green forest. There's also a large, glass, double door heading out onto a gorgeous balcony that overlooks the Eastern Ocean. Next to the bed is another maple door that obviously leads into the bath chamber and walk-in closet. I notice the one servant that I am after then. She's setting up the draping around the bed frame. Smiling as I enter, I walk slowly over to her.

"Hi, Jemila," I say, trying to be polite. She completely ignores me. I wouldn't say Jemila and I are very close friends. She tends to be a bit standoffish towards me and I get the feeling she doesn't like me very much. There have been rumours spread about me on the odd occasion and they have always seemed to stem from her. "Jemila?" I repeat in a questioning tone. She looks up at me with her blue eyes and rolls them.

"What do you want?" she asks sourly. How should I ask her this?

"Well...um...I was...um." I have no idea how to begin.

"Are you going to tell me what you want or just stand there stuttering like the moron that you are?" she questions me rather rudely. I cannot believe that she just called me a moron…actually I can believe it, but saying it to my face?

"Well, I was just wondering if you would be so kind as to swap areas with me," I ask her, trying to be friendly; with great difficulty I might add.

"Why in Narnia would I want to swap areas with you?" she snaps at me. There's no way that she's going to want to swap areas with me if I tell her that it's a public bath chamber. It seems a bit of a lie is in order.

"Because my area is the High Kings bed chamber," I state simply. She looks me dead in the eye for a moment before a huge smile spreads across her face.

"Wait! You're willing to swap the High Kings bed chamber for the youngest Queens bed chamber?" she questions excitedly. I shrug my shoulders at her.

"I feel like designing a girl's room today. Not a boy's room." She smiles wider.

"Really?" she asks excitedly.

"Really!" I reply enthusiastically. She has a right to be excited. I'm not even lucky enough to clean the High Kings bath chamber, let alone his bed chamber. She gasps.

"Thank you, Ashley! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smile at her.

"So should I assume that that is a yes then?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Well then? What are you waiting for?" I ask, while raising my left eyebrow.

"Nothing! I'm just so excited to do something for the High King. Wait until he finds out that I was the one who set up his bedroom!" she exclaims while bounding out of the room like a kangaroo, her blond curls bouncing in unison. I smile after her. I'm going to get into so much trouble later but it's so worth it. Once she leaves, I close the doors and lock them before I turn around to see what I have to work with. The glass doors are already spotlessly clean and the draping on the canopy is hung properly up. At least Jemila has done something right. I might start with the bed; that seems like the most important thing to get done. I pick up the white sheets that are sitting in a pile on the floor and spread them across the heather mattress. After tucking them in tightly on the sides, I very carefully drape the pink and purple silk doona over the top of them. There are stacks of pink, purple, and silver pillows too that must need to be placed on the bed so I start placing them in a neat order on top of it. Perfect! Now what's next. Lets do shelves.

I pick up the wooden box that's sitting on the ground and take out all the dolls and stuffed animals, placing them neatly on the maple shelves. Right; now the closet. I walk over to a wooden container that looks to be full of dresses before I take them over to the closet and neatly hang them up in colour order. I then organise the shoes and hair supplies so that it's all nice and neat. Once that's done, I head back out into the main room. A container of fresh fruit sits on a side table along with a glass bowl. I'm guessing that goes on the bedside table. I pick up the bowl, place it gently on the table, and put in the oranges, apples, bananas, lemons, pineapple, and strawberries. I throw the wooden crate with the rest before spotting a rolled up rug on the ground. I roll it out so that it's spread across the floor in front of the fireplace before I walk over to the double doors and look around. Everything's perfect. Great. I close the double doors behind me before I run down the stairs and check to make sure everyone's working. Yes, everything seems to be in order. Maybe I'll just have an early mark.

"Ashley, how could you do that to me! You said you had the High King's bed chamber not the public bath chamber," Jemila complains suddenly. I turn around and can't help but slightly chuckle as she runs up to me.

"Sorry, but that bath chamber is the worst in Narnia. You couldn't pay me one million golden crescents to clean it," I tell her between laughs. I still am amazed that she even believed me.

"It's not funny!" she shouts angrily before stomping her foot down onto the tile ground. Of course that only makes me laugh harder though.

"I'm having an early mark. Bye, Jemila!" I chuckle before walking down the stairs and out the front door. I go past the large, ivory pillars before I head over to the royal stable and jump up onto Crystal. I bring her to a gentle stroll then as we leave the stable.

"What's so funny?" Crystal asks in her horsey voice.

"Oh just Jemila. I tricked her into letting me clean and organise the youngest Queens bed chamber," I explain. She makes a sound that resembles a horsey laugh and starts trotting a bit faster.

"Only you would do that, Ashley," she says. I smile as we continue our trot through the old, stone town. The town is fairly quiet today. I see a few creatures around, but mostly it's just us which is highly unusual. We ride through the golden gates, although to be honest, I'm not paying much attention. For some strange reason I have a sudden urge to run over to Aslan's camp and make sure that everything's okay. I have an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that something horrible is going to happen tonight. Hoot, hoot. I jump, my eyes scanning the trees for whatever made the noise. I spot a barn owl in a nearby tree and smile. Of course it's only an owl. We ride on for the remainder of the trip in silence. When I get to my stone cottage, I jump off Crystal and lead her to the back of the house. She steers herself into the stable and I lock her up, making sure that she has plenty to drink and eat for the night.

That feeling in my stomach only intensifies with every step I take towards the front door. I grab the silver key from under the door mat and slide it quietly into the lock. Turning it easily, I open the front door only to get surrounded by the sweet aroma of newly cut flowers. Sighing, I walk into my country-like dining room and look at the old, oak, dining table. That's weird, I don't remember putting a vase on the table. Sitting in the dead centre of the dining table is a white, silver, and blue glass vase. In the vase is the most beautiful bunch of flowers I have ever seen. Roses, freesias, daisies, lavender, tulips, carnations, and lilies; in other words all my favourites. I walk over to smell them but stop short. There's a little note on the vase. I pick it up and read it.

Dear Ashley,

Thank you so much for looking after the castle.

We really do appreciate it.

We are truly thankful to have someone trustworthy like you around.

Love Oreius and Starstone.

I smile.

Oreius and Starstone are the closest things I have to parents since the White Witch killed mine when I was fifteen. They always give me bright, happy flowers when they are really thankful for something; in this case it's looking after the castle while they're away. I do hope the White Witch gets killed instead of hurting either of them. Slowly my legs carry me into the kitchen. I know something is going to happen tonight; I just have to work out what. A yawn decides to make an escape then, my hand going to my mouth to cover it. Weird, I don't feel that tired. Oh well, I had best get dinner started. Walking over to the cooling station, the only thing I can find is pavendar; the fish it tiny though. Hmm, I might have some fresh fruit with it. I head outside to the nearby orchard and grab two red apples, two oranges, and one lemon. Clumsily I walk back inside, almost dropping an orange and apple along the way, before I head back into the kitchen. I put the juicy fruits on the stone bench just as I hear the pitter patter of small feet running into the room. The colours of the flowers drag my attention away from the food I'm cooking and instead onto their beautiful petals. Oreius better not get himself killed! Ah! What's that? I look down to see what's grabbed onto my leg and smile as I see two little arms wrapped around it.

"Hi, Bella," I greet as I pick her up and give her a big hug. She giggles as I start tickling her stomach.

"Stop, Ashy!" she begs between laughter. I smile at her and do as she says before carefully placing her back onto her feet.

"So how was your day?" I ask as I get some pine wood and throw it into the fire place.

"It was good. Zara came over and we played with Mr. Snuggles," she tells me while I get the fire started.

"Really? Did you and Zara have fun?" I question as I place the fish on a plate and grab another one for Bella. I then continue to place the plate on the holder over the fire so that it can start cooking. The smell of fish overpowers the sweet aroma of the flowers almost immediately. I sigh. It reminds me of my mother's cooking. My vision gets blurred over slightly as I think about her and father.

"Yes, we had lots of fun! Mr. Snuggles married Miss. Boopleberry and Oreius came over and gave you flowers and told me to make sure that they got fresh water and – " As she tells me all this, I flip the pavendar over, making sure that I don't burn it. I miss my parents so much. I remember my mother standing in the kitchen cooking pavendar. I would always smile and run up to her for a hug. I miss her hugs; so comforting and warm. Father used to fish in the Great River outside the dining room window; smiling as he waved to me. I would wave back joyfully. I flip the pavendar over again. Then they had to go and get killed while trying to protect Bella and I from the White Witch. I hate her. I flip the pavendar over again and take it away from the roaring, red flames of the fire. Goodness, that smells good.

"It sounds like you had lots of fun," I comment as Bella finishes speaking. I have no idea what she said, but anyway. I get out my wooden chopping board and cut up the fresh fruit, being extremely careful as to not cut off my fingers in the process. I place it on the plate with the fish and serve up Bella's dinner before I hand over her plate and grab mine. We sit down at the old, antique table then and both eat in silence. My stomach grumbles happily as I give it what it wants. A burning sensation takes over my tongue and I spit the fish out immediately. That's hot! Probably not a good idea to scoff down fish when it has just come off the fire. I finish in record time and get up. I walk over to the kitchen basin, which is filled with fresh water, and wash my plate, knife, fork, and chopping board along with Bella's. My body starts to slowly break into goosebumps before I start shivering from the cold. I start the fire again and grab one of my favourite books, Man and His Ways, and sit quietly down in front of the fire while Bella goes up to bed. The heat radiates off of my back, heating me up almost immediately. I read for about three hours before I actually begin to get tired. I get up and put the book back on the mahogany bookshelf before I grab my lavender-scented candle and light it. Getting a bucket of water, I throw the contents all over the fire, making it go out. Slowly I trudge down the wooden hallway over to my bed chambers.

My room is so insignificant compared to the royal bed chambers in the castle. Plain, wooden walls with a simple oak, hairdressing table and heather mattress double bed; you can bet that it probably looks like a dungeon cell to them. I slowly put my pyjamas on and jump onto the soft, heather mattress. I close my eyes, wishing for the darkness to envelope me and take me to dream land, but instead the pit in my stomach gets stronger. Something is going to happen. Perhaps a quick stroll might help me sleep. I get out of bed and put my white slippers and blue morning gown on before walking through the hallway and heading out the front door. The woods are extremely quiet tonight; too quiet. The only sound I can hear is the slight hoot of a barred owl in a nearby pine tree. I walk on through the forest until I reach a steep, rocky mountain. I look at it curiously for a second before I start climbing up the rock face. I don't know why, I just feel like I need to. When I reach the top, I see the Stone Table.

Curiosity piques up in me so I glance around. That's when my brown eyes meet the side of her head. She's holding a stone knife with both of her pure, white hands and her hair's curled up into an elegant design; in fact if I didn't know how evil she is, I probably would think her lovely due to it. Her dress is long and dark and I feel my skin start to crawl as I study her. I gasp suddenly as she turns her head to her right and duck my head down a little bit more so that I remain hidden. It wouldn't do for anyone to catch me here. I chance a look to see who else is here only to notice a loud and rowdy bunch of creatures surrounding her. Minotaur's, Hags, Minobaur's, Were-Wolves, Ghouls, Dwarves, Ogres, Trolls, Wolves, and every other creature that can possibly be on the evil side is here with her. I climb up and over the edge of the cliff and quickly hide behind a, oh great, a thorn bush. How convenient! I look up at her then as she speaks in her chilling voice. "Ouch!" I yelp quietly while pulling a long, black, sharp thorn out of my hand. A drop of blood comes out as I slowly and carefully pull it out of my palm. It hurts; badly. I pick a maple leaf from the tree behind me and put it on the scar, trying to soothe the pain.

"The fool! The fool has come. Bind him fast," I hear a cold, evil voice say. I look up suddenly, my hand all but forgotten, and part the bushes carefully and quietly with my hands to make sure that nobody hears me. I look in the direction of the Stone Table and hope that my eyes are deceiving me. The High King of Kings! The Son of the Emperor over the sea! The Great Lion! Aslan! "Bind him I say!" the Witch repeats. Some of the dwarves walk over and start tying all four of his paws together. "Stop! Let him first be shaved," she bellows coldly. A roar of laughter comes up from the followers. No.

They all take out their knives and start cutting his mane. My eyes prickle with tears as I see his glorious, golden locks fall to the ground. When they're done, they all start jeering and teasing him. I'm waiting for him to suddenly pounce up and rip all their heads off, but he doesn't, in fact, he lets them do that to him which makes it all the more worse. "Muzzle him!" she sneers evilly. They put a muzzle over his mouth and drag him up the stairs, placing him on the Stone Table. The White Witch starts whetting her knife as she leans in closer to him and whispers something into his large, golden ear that makes his face drop. She holds the stone knife into the air after she's finished; the knife glitters in the candle light. She then brings her knife down and stabs the glorious, golden Lion.

Blood trickles down his side and lands on the table in large splats. I can't watch this anymore. I wipe away the tears that are freely falling down my cheeks with the back of my hand. How I wish I could kill her. See her die by my blade. All I want to do is scream, but I can't. I can't let them know I'm here. I take one more look at the glorious animal and start climbing down the cliff face. He's gone! The White Witch is going to kill everybody. There's no hope left for Narnia. I run through the forest and through the front door of my beautiful, old cottage before I race down the hallway and to my bed chamber. I dive onto my bed; my vision clouded and blurry. We're doomed! I let the tears fall and grab my pillow. I can't sleep so instead I spend the rest of the night crying into my already drenched pillow.