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{{Like another of the Narnian royals, Caspian X had been more than a little worried when rumors of the return of the White Witch had blossomed through the lands. True enough, he had not been present when she had ruled for her hundred-year winter, but he had been but a mere moment away from resurrecting her himself- which only made him wonder which of the humans who lived in Narnia could have possibly done such a thing.

Surely, he reasoned with himself as his horse streaked its path towards Aslan's How, they didn't mean to do it on purpose. The Professor told me that the White Witch had many dark foes at her disposal, surely one of them could have tricked one of the Kings of Queens of Old into giving their blood, could they have not?

Arriving then at the entrance to the How, Caspian dismounted his horse, soothing the large, chestnut brown steed as it became skittish near the entrance, able to sense the great evil that was the spell Velox casted deep inside. Not wanting the horse to bolt while he was inside, he tied it to a crumbling post nearby, patting it gently before he entered the How.

Whatever he had expected to find, however, it wasn't Lucy down on the ground, looking hurt from... well, something. "Queen Lucy!" he said upon seeing her there, moving over to help her sit up, looking into the darkness of the How where, from the deep, dark depths, he could hear a voice upon the air. Looking back to her then as he suppressed a shudder, he looked her over for any injuries, taking note of the broken skin upon her hand. "Are you alright? What happened?" the Prince asked as he took a white handkerchief from his pocket, tying it gently around her hand to stem the flow of her blood, preventing any further infection of the open wound as he looked to her with genuine worry in his eyes.}}

{{Caspian looked Lucy in the eyes as she explained what had happened, nodding his head despite the fear of some upcoming doom that brewed in the pit of his stomach. Velox. He knew that name... where did he know that name? Velox. The star. Ooooh dear, that couldn't be good. When Lucy came to such a realization, his eyes widened, and he knew she had to be right. So, the rumors had been nothing more but bait to get one of them to come to the How? Clever. Very clever. Had he not been on the opposing side, he would have marveled at how smart of a trick such had been. But now was not the time, nor the place, unfortunately.

Following after the Queen as she ran to the exit, he pulled free his sword form its sheath, nodding to her as she began to run once more. "But, Queen Lucy, how do you kill a star?" he asked, hoping she had some idea, since he certainly didn't. Humans, even witches, they could be stabbed, killed in that fashion; did stars follow the same principal? For some strange reason, he had a feeling that even if they did, they wouldn't go down easily...}}

|| Perhaps we should wait a bit so anna, you can have a chance to finish the resurrection, yes? ||

{{Caspian came to a stop beside Lucy upon seeing she had done the same thing, a frown taking to her face as she lowered her head so. Sinking down into a crouch so that they could be eye-to-eye, the Prince set a caring hand upon her shoulder, flashing her an encouraging smile. "Hey, no long faces now," he said gently, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. "We'll find a way, if worse comes to worst," Caspian reassured her, turning his head towards the voice he could hear filtering to them before back to her, flashing her another smile as he straightened, giving his one wrist a little flick to help warm it up; maybe it was just him, but the air seemed to be growing cooler and cooler by the second, something he could only suspect was due to the resurrection that was coming into being.

The Prince well remembered when he himself had been tricked into such a thing, how the wall of ice had appeared before him, taking away the very warmth in his body as he looked up at the spirit of the White Witch, encased within the wall. Mentally promising himself that he wouldn't let such a thing happen again, he waited for Lucy to come back to her strong self, squeezing her shoulder once more as he continued to smile encouragingly down at her.}}

|| I sent her a PM just informing her what we're doing and, while we wait, I'm sure Caspian and Lucy can have a nice moment to themselves; we have the perfect set-up, after all! x3 ||

<" You better hide for her freezing hell... ">

As far as history goes, it often tended to repeat itself. After being denied the return to Narnia's plane, Jadis, the White Witch, the very Queen of Narnia, waited for it to do so once more, for another to find reason to call her back, to resurrect her, and not just summon her as she had been before. For many years she waited, and finally, it seemed, she would have to wait no more.

Ice crawled to create a wall once more, a prison in which the Witch resided. As her eyes opened she found them taking in the sight of Aslan's How once more, a devilish smile taking to her face as she did so. Upon peering down at who had called her, however, the smile instantly dropped dead, like an annoying butterfly that had been flying around her head. "Velox," she said, her voice testy with annoyance, "what possible reason do you have..." but that was as far as she had gotten, for it had been then that her faithful servant had pulled free the small bottle of blood she had in her possession. Instantly it clicked in Jadis' head, and her one hand traveled up to the wall before her, reaching out through the surface, the ice sticking to her hands like that of powdery snow as she reached towards the star. "So, you show me true loyalty, my dear little star," she purred, reaching just the slightest bit farther.

So close, she was so close to living once more, surely Velox would not back away from her fate now... would she?

"Just one drop, that is all I need," the White Witch urged in a soft voice, a cool smile slipping onto her lips. "And you shall be rewarded for such loyalty, of course," she said with a raised eyebrow, knowing her servant would see the chance to receive her favor and continue. "Simply drive the staff into the floor between us, and then all that is left is that precious, precious blood... And only a drop, from all that you have collected. See how easy it is?" So long as she put the staff in the ice that had taken to the floor in front of the wall of ice she resided in, then that drop of blood, and she would be free... finally. Smoothing out her hand as she reached the last little inch that she could, Jadis waited for the staff to rest in the ice, for the one fateful drop of blood to touch her hand, waited... for her resurrection.

<" On cold wings she's coming... you better keep moving. ">

The piercing shiver that was Jadis' voice had a tumultuous effect on the star.
Her bossy and persistent tone brought back vivid memories of epic disasters and conquering raids.

With no given warning Velox collapsed unto the floor. Her hands trembled as she hesitantly held the staff in a frozen position.
Jadis' calls of command became blurry noises as Velox had a flashback of past events.

"The beautiful spring weather, playful fawns and...Lucy. They'll all be shattered" Velox thought.

With a mighty cry the star thrust the staff into the floor, erupting a chaotic outburst. Finally the queen's hunger for Eve's blood was satiated.
The bottle which once held a piece of Lucy's life force fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

And amongst the shards of glass lay a single tear drop. From the young star whose actions were about to have bitter consequences.

Velox's expression could only be described as a deer caught in the headlights. A simple touch from Jadis' frosty fingertips left her drained and impaired. It was as if the White Witch's hibernation was causing her to absorb even greater energy to make up for those years of absence.

The star mechanically picked up her belongings and added,
"I'm sure the others have noticed our presence. Or perhaps we shall have to impose some force unto them."

And so the lifeless doll preceded to follow her almighty puppet master.

Lucy feared to hear that answer. It was her fault, she had gave the Witch life. As Caspian took Lucy's hand she took one last look back at the How. Before she knew it she was being guided away by Caspian, Lucy followed Caspian's trail.

"I suppose you're right. Safer ground is the way to go." she whispered under her breath. Together they walked out of the How full of fear.