Evelyn and Hadre exchanged glances before sprinting off towards the camp. Peter couldn't help but wish that he was in Hadre's position, knowing Evelyn so well that they didn't need to speak to understand each other.
"PETE! Stop daydreaming and get down here!" Edmund yelled at Peter, who was still standing at the top of the hill.
Peter snapped back into focus, sprinting towards the edge of the cliff, racing down a little until...
He swore it wasn't there before...
He tripped over a tree root sticking out of the ground, and went rolling and tumbling the rest of the way. It was, admittedly, faster than running, but it hurt so much.
"Her majesty, Queen Jadis of Narnia, Empress of the Lone Is-"
"Yeah, yeah, we get it! She's got a title as big as her head. Now get on with it!" Evelyn exclaimed in a sarcastic voice as she and Hadre arrived through the tents to the left of Aslan, next to Noah, and Peter and Edmund arrived on the right, standing with Susan and Lucy.
"Traitor!"
"Bitch!"
"How dare you betray your people!"
"Traitor!"
"Let her be beheaded!"
"Let the back-stabbing viper be finished!"
"How dare you desert your-"
"Rat!"
The shards of icy hate continued to shoot at her, but she held her head high. She didn't need validation from these people. She didn't need validation from anyone. The hate and anger would not affect her.
"Silence!" Aslan shouted. "Say what you have come to say, witch."
"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan."
"His offense was not against you."
"No, but hers is!" The witch glared icy daggers at Evelyn, which were easily ignored. Aslan didn't know what to say to that.
"Maybe, but his was not. And you cannot blame anybody but yourself for her betrayal. She did not know anything else!" Orieus exclaimed. Evelyn was surprised. Orieus had never shown any signs of liking her. In fact, he always seemed to despise her! And yet here he stood, defending her, and keeping her secret. She was fairly certain by now that he knew she was the daughter of the witch, so why didn't he say anything? It was a matter for another time.
"Have you forgotten the laws upon which Narnia was built?" The witch demanded of Aslan.
"Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch! I was there when it was written!" Aslan snarled.
"Then you will know that every traitor belongs to me. His blood, and hers," she outstretched two slightly shaking fingers towards Evelyn and Edmund. "Is my property."
"Try and take them then!" Peter shouted as him and Hadre drew his swords, pointing them at the witch, and Noah stepped in front of Evelyn, though she pushed him aside, capable of defending herself.
"Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right, little King? Young master?"
"I'm not the master." Hadre spat. "I don't think I ever really was."
"Aww, so sad. Look at this!" She turned to her followers, waving a hand at the two ex-soldiers. "What a loyal friend. So sweet." The witch pouted. "Little do they know the heartbreak coming their way. Evie, did yo-"
"Do not call me Evie!" Evelyn took a step towards her mother drawing a dagger from her belt. "Only my family get to call me that."
"But I am your family, remember?" The witch was starting to seem like an annoying school girl with this behavior. "I'm actually the whole reason you exist." Evelyn continued to advance.
"Maybe. But where have you been? All these years, all I had was Noah. Then the Pevensies, who accepted me, and Hadre, who is loyal and kind. They have stood by me through everything that has happened. And they are my family."
"But Evie, I'm-"
"I don't care that you're my mother!" Evelyn screamed, so close to the witch now that she could stab her. Instead she just rested the tip of the blade above her mother's heart.
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother...
It all made sense now.
"You wouldn't do that." The witch snarled at the feel of the blade on her chest.
"I don't need to. You'll bring it on yourself."
"Enough!" Aslan called. The crowd had started murmuring at the newest information, with some being brave enough to yell insults at the witches daughter.
"I shall speak with you both alone." The witch glared at Evelyn, trailing a long nail along the girls jawline.
"Lets go, my darling daughter."
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The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)
FantasyOC X Peter Pevensie Evelyn has always been different. Always out of place, never accepted. Always the one that got the blame. It didn't seem to matter that she had a heart of gold. No-one cared when it got broken. She was the bad guy, and she had no...
