From the grimy prison cell window, you watched as small boats of people, their hands and feet chained, were pushed out onto open water. Their fear was palpable from even here, and you shivered as you saw a young girl screaming for her mother, held back from jumping in the water by a man with a tight, pained expression. A hand was laid gently on your back, a gesture of reassurance, and you appreciated it despite how you couldn't tell if it was Caspian on your left or Edmund on your right providing the comfort.

As you continued to observe the adrift prisoners, you felt Edmund stiffen up beside you, then you and Caspian did the same as you saw what the former king had noticed first: an eerie, almost sentient green mist creeping across the water, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere. Your hands flew forward and you clenched the bars on the window, your heart sinking, as the mist swiftly surrounded the poor souls, some of whom were now screaming. In an instant, the people vanished and the wicked haze quickly followed, dissipating into the wind.

"By Aslan..."