The witch, oddly enough, smiled.

"I know much," she said. "Don't let my youthful look fool you, prince. I am wiser beyond my years. I can tell you are too."

At his inquiry, she went from bemused, to looking very bored. She exhaled, having hopped for something more interesting, and leaned back in her chair. "I believe your prince already knows...if he hasn't forgotten me," she said. "I will have Narnia back under my rightful hand, or I will destroy it; simple as that."

And thus, the queen lost interest in the matter. She would have normally turned the prince into one of her statues by now, and sent him back to Narnia as an example to the rest. But her prodding had struck a chord with him, she could tell. She could also tell that he was interested, beyond his mask of utter boredom. No, this could be much more interesting if she played it wisely.

"Nothing trite as sweeties, I assure you," the queen said. "I am sure you hunger for more austere delicacies, perhaps the most austere of them all."

She leaned forward in her chair, the chill of the room seemed to follow her as she stood up, and descended two stairs closer.

"You hunger for Greatness."

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The interruption was corse, but the news pulled her jumbled thoughts back to normal. Celine watch Caspian climb onto the majestic creature's back, and looked at his offered hand. She tried to look serious as she seethed the blade, and took his grip, falling behind the prince. But, inwardly, the little girl inside couldn't help but shriek in delight; she was actually riding a Centaur!

The creature galloped off, and Celine quickly wrapped her arms around Caspian's waist. She ignored the return of her quickening heart as she scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of an army. But, to her surprise, there was none to be found. What she saw instead of was an icy mist skating up the grasses, nearly freezing any animal that drew close. At the center of it was a woman as pale as the snow, with dead eyes staring forward. The closer they drew, the more Celine was sure that the woman was transparent.

"[i][b]I'll speak to none but the King,[/i][/b]" her voice and echo of a thousand voices. "[i][b]Hear me,young-king, lest you lose that which ye hold dear. Heed my warning, or suffer fate's bittersweet sting.[/b][/i]"

Celine slid off the Centaur when they stopped, drawing her blade. "Who are you?!" She demanded, keeping a good distance from the mist.

The woman lifted her head. "[i][b]My name is naught my own anymore. In life, I was sister and rival. Now, in death, I am the blood of Jadis, split upon the snow; I am the bitter rivalry of siblings, and the jealousy of kings.[/b][/i]."