[seventeen: You're not the real Peter Pevensie]

The whole crew of the Dawn Treader stood upon the deck, excluding Ron and Reepicheep who were riding with Eustace, whilst Caspian prepared to speak. They knew a battle was ahead of them, a battle where they would be challenged by their worst nightmares and their darkest thoughts at every turn - and everybody was on edge. Genevieve especially felt the pressure, her hand staying interlocked with Edmund's as she struggled to hold in her ragged breaths, Edmund running his thumb over her hands in hopes of keeping her calm - it was working.

She just didn't want a repeat of what happened before.

"No matter what happens here every soul who stands before me has earned their place on the crew of the Dawn Treader. Together we have traveled far. Together we have faced adversity. Together we can do it again." Caspian stated as he looked to every member of the crew with a determined look in his eye. "So now is not the time to fall to fear's temptations. Be strong. Never give in. Our world, our Narnian lives, depend on it. Think of the lost souls we're here to save.

Caspian paused for a moment, allowing for his words to sink in as he met Edmund's eyes who smiled at the King and nodded.

"Think of Aslan. Think of Narnia." Caspian advised as the Narnians all smiled, remembering their country and the lion of legends who may had met before.

"For Narnia!" Drinian shouted.

"For Narnia!" The crew repeated, cheers and smiles repeating from there as Lucy stood her ground with a wide smile on her face.

"For Narnia!" She screamed happily.

"For Narnia!" The crew shouted again as Caspian took a deep breath and made his way down the stairs, Genevieve smiling at him with a slightly assuring look.

"Well said." She whispered to him as she passed him a cup of water, Caspian smiling as he took into and took a drink to calm his nerves.

"Thank you, now we must wait!" He stated and Edmund patted the man on the back with his free hand as he sent him a reassuring smile.

"We'll be fine Caspian. What could go wrong?"

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The Dawn Treader ventures towards the dark island, Eustace airborne as he carries Reepicheep and Ron with him behind the ship ensuring that nothing was following them or jumping out at them. The atmosphere was tense, every crew member keeping their weapons firmly in their grip as they tried to keep themselves steady over the loud beating of their hearts and the hair standing up against their skin.

They knew something was coming.

Gael curled up immediately in a blanket in the room she shared with Lucy, trying to block out the darkness with the single candlelit light that illuminated her room as they ventured closer to the dark island. Genevieve had already locked the door for her, informing her of where the spare key was in case she desperately needed to escape. But the locked door ensured that nothing could get in.

There would be no monsters under her bed that night.

The blackness engulfed the crew's thoughts. Stretching out in front of them like a map, the unknown studied their fears, their courage and their knowledge. Taking tentative steps, the infinite exposure of the human flesh dawned. There was no life here on this island as far as they could see. That was simple, no thriving population, no signs of past living. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hope of cleanliness and had wiped out all desire.

That frightened them all especially.

Above them the effervescent green mist engulfed them, the tension rising across the ship as many saw what feared them most or what they desired most in an uncertain view - creating a thick fog that made it hard to venture forward. Edmund clutched onto Genevieve's side with no intent of letting go after what happened the last time she was exposed to the mist and Genevieve took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves.

It's not real.

"Helaine." Rhince whispered with a smile as the mist formed the silhouette of the woman he loved, her laugh echoing as she passed though Rhince who held his hand out for her - as if merely a ghost or apparition on the ship.

"I can't see a thing. This fog's too thick." Drinian stated as he took the wheel and tried to ignore the green fog that surrounded the ship, Caspian turning as he heard a familiar grunt behind him.

"You are a great disappointment to me." The voice startled Caspian as he turned his head to look for the man who spoke those words, eventually turning to his left with a frown as the man spoke the words Caspian didn't want to hear. "You call yourself my son, then act like a king."

Caspian tried to hold in his tears as the mist dissipated across the ship, the familiar icy figure smirking at the boy she was looking for in the distance - a sneer of cold command leaving her lips upon spotting his interlocked hands with the Eve.

"Edmund, come with me." She whispered sweetly as Edmund immediately turned to his left, his face paling upon seeing the woman who made his life a misery. "Be my king. I'll let you rule."

"Go away." Edmund stated calmly, remembering his anchor as he squeezed Genevieve's hand - the girl confused as to who he was looking at and talking to. "You're dead."

"You can never kill me." The White Witch whispered as she advanced towards the steps. "I'll always be alive in your mind, silly boy."

"No!" Edmund shouted as he looked to the stairs, unaware of the two females looking at him in worry.

"Edmund?" Lucy asked and Edmund quickly turned to her, his eyes wide and sharp as he took a sharp intake of breath. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah." He breathed, trying to calm his nerves as Genevieve lent up and kissed his cheek - letting go of his hand as she went to check that the other's were alright.

"Keep away! Keep away!" A new voice yelled, the crew turning in hopes of finding the source through the thick fog that surrounded them.

"Who's there?" Edmund asked in confusion as he looked to a rally of large rocks across the bitter sea, his eyes spreading over in confusion.

"We do not fear you." Caspian shouted in hopes of gaining the male who spoke's attention.

"Nor I you." The man shouted before Edmund shone his torch across the rocks, looking for the male who spoke before spotting him on the rocks. "Keep away!"

"We will not leave." Caspian stated and the man only growled.

"You will not defeat me." The mysterious man stated as he lifted his sword, Genevieve gasping at the crest.

"Caspian. Caspian, his sword." Genevieve said as Caspian looked to the crest on the sword and smiled.

"Lord Rhoop!" He shouted happily as the Lord tried to run across the rocks and away from the crew.

"You do not own me!" Rhoop shouted as he continued to run, Caspian looking at him hopelessly for a moment.

"Stand down." Caspian commanded as the archers disbanded, Caspian turning to them with a sharp look. "Let's get him on board, quickly."

"Help him up." Drinian demanded as the crew prepared ropes to throw.

"Ready, sir." The crew said as Rhoop's eyes widened at the ship, the man trembling as he panicked before Eustace grabbed him in his claws and dropped him onto the deck.

"Be calm, my lord." Caspian tried to say calmly as Rhoop squirmed around with his sword, no trust for the crew of the Dawn Treader and his king. 

"Off me, demon!" He shouted as Caspian lowered his hands to look at Rhoop.

"No, my lord. We are not here to hurt you." Caspian stated before stepping forward. "I am your king, Caspian."

"Caspian?" He asked with wide eyes as he turned to look at him in shock, seeing how the young boy had no grown older as he caressed his face. "My lord? You should not have come. There's no way out of here. Quickly turn this ship about, before it's too late."

"We have the sword. Let's go!" Edmund stated and Caspian nodded before he turned to Drinian.

"Let's turn her about, Drinian." Caspian commanded and Drinian nodded.

"Aye-aye, your Majesty."

Unbeknownst to them all Genevieve stood looking over the end of the ship, her eyes wide as she looked at the silhouette of someone every Narnian knew very well as she took a sharp intake of breath. She knew it wasn't real. She knew it was just the mist but they seemed so real. Genevieve looked at the person who was smiling at her, their arms open as they hoped she'd jump into the water to greet them but Genevieve only shook her head as she took a step back and noticed the differences in the person's face that what she remembered. The eyes weren't the same, the nose was slightly off and the person certainly did not share the same skin tone as perfected in the mist. The figure only grunted as they opened up their arms and Genevieve drew her rings as she secured a sword in her left hand, a small smirk on her face.

"You're not the real Peter Pevensie."

And with that she plunged her sword into the mist - watching as the figure disappeared into the night as if they were never there in the first place.

But Genevieve never knew that doing so would make her so weak as she knelt to the floor, her rings losing all colour as the armor and the sword disappeared from her grasp and she was left empty handed and undefended. Something was wrong, this had never happened before.

The Eve had lost all her power!