Losing all hope(Christa/open)

[lucypevensie]

Tired. Cold. Hungry. The things that Lucy wouldn't even imagine feeling right now. She moved around in her small cell, away from the other prisoners. Lucy thought she would go crazy within the few days that had passed with no one to talk to. A solitary confinement if you will. The only time she was allowed out was when the torture began. Tears started to form in her eyes as she tried holding back a small sob. She would never dare cry in here. Who knows what they would do. So far she has been doing good. But only just. Her mind went back to the first torture she had gone through the following day with Rilar, Peter and Daggor. She flinched slightly, remembering Peter's tortured expression. Both of them had not broken, which was good. But Lucy wandered how long they would last.

"What would happen if I betray my own people?" Lucy asked herself outloud, moving herself so her back was facing the wall. She slowly drew up her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her chin on her knees. Her gaze was straight ahead, facing the wall opposite of her. She had chains wrapped around her small frame. Which was a complete waste in her mind. She was locked in a small cell as it is. Why would they waste the time in chaining her up, to make sure she doesn't escape, when she was already in a cell that was locked from the outside. Lucy slowly picked a rock from the floor and threw it at the wall.

She turned her head to the right, shaking with sobs that threatened to spill. Where were the others? Where was Edmund and Susan? And what had happened to the resistance group? Lucy hoped and prayed that they wouldn't have broken up by now. She also prayed that they weren't caught. But lately, Lucy had been losing all hope in Aslan. The great lion wasn't there when she needed him the most. "I'm being selfish," the little one muttered, tears streaming down her face. She had learned long ago that Aslan only showed up in a time of need for the Narnians. But why hadn't he showed up now?

Was Jadis right? Did Aslan not care for them anymore? A soft cry ripped from her throat at the thought. She stopped for a moment, stiffening. She was showing signs of weakness. And she didn't want that. Pull yourself together Lucy, a voice whispered. You don't want them to get the better of you, do you? No, a smaller voice answered. Then shape up. There was a warey smile on her face. I'm going crazy, Lucy thought, shaking her head. But the voices where right anyways. She had to put everything together and be strong. Her lower lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears again. She stiffened, suddenly hearing footsteps coming her way.

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[Christianne Danell]

I know your feeling like your Lost
You think you've drifted
Way to Far
Did you knwo these Colors
that your shining Are

Christianne
Once again she had taken it upon her self to go to the dungeons. This time she had not been sent nor forced into going but she had been willing to go on one of her rogue visits. The last time she had been down here she had met the young King Edmund. He'd been sweet to her and showed her just how even though she'd done a lot of wrong she could always have redemption. If only...

Sighing softly she smirked at a few guards who still seemed to fear her very presence. She was merely ten and six years of age and yet she instilled more fear around these parts than others. She found that it was a good thing seeing as being feared made people steer clear of her and her intentions. Dragging a pike tot he dungeons they imagined what harm she could and would inflict upon the innocent who lay there. And yet, in her mind, she would not.

Her pockets once more help bis of food and drink. And of course a key... many did not suspect that most of the dungeons and chains that haled them here could be opened with a single solitary skeleton key that only she possessed. That's how much trust she had gained in her years of involuntary service to the queen. Sighing once again she opened the wooden door and closed it behind her. One of few still remaining wooden doors inteh castle.

Her steps where few and far between but she walked closer and once down in the dark place torches began to light up one by one by one. She could hear some stir while others slept or where so far gone they hardly reacted at all. She walked slowly and began to once more count cells softly. "One... Two... Three... Thirteen..." stopping a moment she looked at the cell and noticed it was empty. Biting her lip she frowned. They must have moved him again... she thought grimly but continued her course. She was not here for him tonight...

"Fourteen... Fifteen... Twenty -Three... Twenty-Four... Twenty Five..." once again she stopped as she heard someone muttering softly to themselves. Tilting her head to the side she spotted whom she was looking for. The young Queen, Lucy. Sighing softly she looked at the young girl and gulped... Would this be my fate if caught... the thought passed through her mind and made her cringe at it.

"No need to be afraid, I'm not here for a fight..." she said quietly wondering what the girls reaction would be the the presence of someone aroun dher own age in this ice cold hell.

[lucypevensie]

Lucy snapped her head at the sound of a young voice. She slowly inched forward, letting out a gasp as the chains cut deep into her skin. "W-who are you?" she inquired, reaching out a hand. She stopped moving when she could go no further then the chains allowed her to. She slowly lowered her hand. "Mama?" Lucy asked somewhat hopefully. Her mind drifted back to where she was only ten years old, when her father had left to go fight in the war. She didn't understand the full explanation of why he had to go. She carefully peered through the bars, trying to see through what little lighting there was.

Her eyes grew wide as she took in the form of a young girl, around her age. "Who...." the question spluttered itself out of her mouth. She was apalled to see someone the same age here in this icy hell. She shifted slowly, moving back to her place she was before. Lucy had a wary gaze when the girl said she wasn't here for a fight. How was she sure she wasn't? The girl could be an expert at lying to here enemies. But wasn't she working for the white witch or some other guard in her service?

The little one frowned, confused and curious. It was better to be that than scared and frightened. "How do I know you're not telling the truth?" her voice was soft and her gaze shifted as she placed her back against the wall, where it had been the previous time. She frowned, wandering if she had been too straight forward with the question. But really, what else was there? "Just don't hurt me," she added warily, slowly raising an arm to protect her face, just in case.

Out of the guards, she feared Daggor the most. Although she couldn't say why though. She just did. The brief moments they had crossed make her think twice about that man. "Is anyone else with you?" the little Pevensie asked. She didn't bother keeping her mouth shut now, seeing as she hadn't been threatened with a smack just yet. That was the thing about Lucy. She often speaks her mind when she wanted to. Even though she was in a point where one thing she say could end up killing her.

"Do you know where my brothers are?" she asked softly.

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[Christianne Danell]

I know your feeling like your Lost
You think you've drifted
Way to Far
Did you knwo these Colors
that your shining Are

Christianne
"W-who are you?" Christa blinked slightly as the girl reached out her hand through the bars. The question seemed to strike a chord with the young girl. Who was she really. Was she Christa the nice girl who had grown a bit fond of a king, not to mention had fed him and spoken to him. Or was she Christianne, the evil little puppet of the White Witch. At times even she wasn't sure...

Shaking her head slightly she bit her lip and looked at the chains on the walls. Apparently they had deemed her even nor dangerous than her brothers seeing as they looked better off than she. At least Edmund had when she met him. At seeing this they young girl was not sure what to think. And was quite glad that this had not been her fate, not yet... at least...

"Who...." Once more the young Queen spoke and gave her a bit of a nasty look for her trouble. She remained quiet as she considered what she would tell her. But then again he was his sister, she wouldn't be harsh or cruel now, would she. "Christa..." was her mere reply. Just as she had told her brother a few weeks before."How do I know you're not telling the truth?Just don't hurt me." This line of questioning the girl did understand. Which made her seem not at all like her brother. "If I were here to hurt you I would have done so by now instead of announcing my presence or telling you my name." she said in quite the nonchalant manner.

In a way she was reminded of her own sister back then, chained in a small space with nothing but slop to eat and nothing to drink. It sickened the girl to the core but there was not much she could do about it. "I can get that off you..." she said pointing at the chains. "Granted you don't try to escape or kick me." she added quietly more so to herself then to Lucy.

As she waited for an answer she didn't expect her question which made her think a bit. "Do you know where my brothers are?" her voice was so soft, almost a whisper which made Christa feel a bit guilty for even being outside the bars. "Honestly, i spoke to E-Edmund before you were brought in, he had some food and seemed a bit thin for a King. his cell was number thirteen, down the hall... to the right. As for peter I have never seen him but I have heard of him and they both live..." she told her the truth for what har could come from her knowing they lived still. Even though their life would not be allowed for much longer.