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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 10, 2011 18:36:49 GMT -6
At this point, the dream started turning. I could sense the nightmare starting, but I couldn't wake myself. I saw Peter, pale and dead, and Lil, shocked and hurt and all the others with deadpan faces and lifeless eyes. I shivered a little outwardly from the sight in my dream.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 11, 2011 6:13:16 GMT -6
He noticed her shiver and felt guilty that there wasn't anything he could really do about it being freezing in the cell.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 11, 2011 6:27:40 GMT -6
Slowly, it all seemed to melt away. I knew the smoke was coming into my dream, so with all my might I tried to wake. I kept my eyes closed because I figured there wasn't anything good I wanted to see out there. I felt my body's awareness return and reluctantly I opened my eyes. For a moment, it was so black I couldn't see I thing. I kept blinking to try and focus my eyes.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 11, 2011 6:33:50 GMT -6
He backed away from her a bit when he realized that she was waking so that he didn't scare her anymore than she would already be scared.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 11, 2011 6:39:16 GMT -6
I looked around and images slowly became clear. It was apparent I was locked in something. I sat up and two things occured at once. First, an insane pounding began in my head that I knew was completely natural and not in the least magical and still hurt beyond belief - and second, a cloth dropped into my lap. It had blood in the corner and i realized it had been pressed to my head. Further inspection revealed that it was a man's (or boy's) shirt. But who-? I looked up holding the shirt and vaguely percieved the outline of a figure in the shadows. My heart jumped to my throat, and I looked around frantically, terrified that it was the man from before.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 11, 2011 15:22:58 GMT -6
-Caine-
He was unsure of what to say. He didn't want to freak her out anymore than she already would be but he knew it'd be really weird if he didn't say anything. "Uh, you probably shouldn't move alot," he spat out finally.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 11, 2011 16:29:19 GMT -6
The voice was younger and much more innocent than the man from earlier. I sighed a little, relieved beyond belief. But he was right. I leaned back against the wall and noticed that I was on a type of bed. It was made of straw arranged in painstakingly intricate little patterns. I knew this person must have been here a long time. I squinted through the darkness. "Who are you?" I asked gently.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 11, 2011 16:33:13 GMT -6
-Caine-
"I'm Caine," he said. "But more importantly, who are you? Not many people make it to the dungeon. She usually just kills them."
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 11, 2011 17:15:20 GMT -6
"Lucy. Pevensie." I knew all too well what lying about my identity brought me so I just decided to come out with it right away. Besides, I really didn't know if he even knew who we were...right?
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 12, 2011 14:11:53 GMT -6
-Caine-
He felt as though her name should ring a bell but it didn't. "Do you know why you're here?" he asked, hoping to get a clue as to how she was important.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 12, 2011 15:03:10 GMT -6
"I...well...have you been to Narnia?" I asked, trying to figure out the most modest way to broach the subject.
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 12, 2011 20:05:25 GMT -6
-Caine-
"Ummm...no," he said.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 12, 2011 21:27:14 GMT -6
~LU~
"I...um...well...I'm sort of...a...queen there," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
~SMOKEY STUFF~
It raced back to the palace and headed straight for the empress. "Your majesty, we've got another one," it reported. "But it's unconscious; you must send someone to retrieve it."
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Post by Liln Wilson on Nov 12, 2011 21:33:00 GMT -6
-EED-
She snapped her fingers and the Count appeared. "Retrieve it," she ordered.
-Caine-
He whistled, impressed. "Well, that would make sense," he mumbled, not sure what to say.
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Post by Lucy Pevensie on Nov 12, 2011 21:48:46 GMT -6
~LU~
I laughed a little awkwardly. "So...um...why are you here?" I moved over on the bed in case he wanted to sit down. After all, it was his.
~COUNT DUDE~
He grinned and nodded. "At your service, your majesty." He turned on his heel and set out into the air, calling his Gryffin, Titus, to him. "Fly to Aslan's camp in Narnia. We need to retrieve some...baggage."
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