𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✯ 𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ✓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀

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The army gathers in front of Cair Paravel. The White Witch's and the Tisroc's forces cover a lot of ground and Elvira can't even see the ending of it when she casts a look over shoulder.

The mass of soldiers stretches far towards the horizon and the giants tower far above the others.

Elvira looks straight ahead again when the gates of the castle open and the Narnian army streams out of it, the Kings and Queens of Old and the Seafarer King at the front line.

Just like Elvira, they're seated on horses and they order their army to a halt a few hundred meters away from their opponents. A heavy tension lingers in the air as the wind whistles over the ground.

Elvira smirks, her vibrant blue eyes in strong contrast with her dark skin. Narnia will be theirs.

A giant roars and the black dwarves sound their battle horn, the deep sound echoing over the field.

The Narnian army shoots forward, shouting battle cries in Aslan's name, but Elvira lifts her sword in the air as a sign for her own army. She lets out an inhuman cry and the armies collide with each other.

Swords clash against swords and the armour clatters as it deflects blow after blow. The giants mow down dozens of soldiers at once with their wooden clubs and soon the field is not only covered in grass but with pools of dark blood as well.

Salvador and Peter try to fight their way over towards Elvira who butchers down soldiers she used to call by name. The Narnians take it easy on her, afraid to kill the young woman who used to mend their wounds, but Elvira's deadly sword is driven by Jadis' hate. She sees nothing but people standing in the way of their goal.

Elvira growls in anger when one of the centaurs manages to push her off her horse with his lance. The sharp point is deflected by her armour but the force knocks her into the air and with a harsh thud she falls onto the blood-covered field.

Immediately, Elvira jumps up again as the Witch's spell prevents her from feeling any pain at all. She stabs the centaur heading for her right between his ribs, and the point of her sword comes out of his back. His eyes dim and the centaur collapses.

Elvira nods sharply at the elite soldiers she had hand-picked herself. They need to make their way to Cair Paravel's secret passageway now. The Calormenen soldiers salute and storm off in the direction Elvira had pointed them. Next to her, Rabadash orders his soldiers to go after Lucy and they chase her into the forest as she screams Susan's name in help, her shrill voice carrying far over the battling forces.

'Elvira!' Salvador shouts and Elvira snaps her head in his direction while he and Peter try to reach her. They strike down many Calormenen soldiers but every time they kill one, three more take their place. It is like an endless wave washing over them and their movements grow more tiresome by the minute.

'You're outnumbered, brother dear,' Elvira shouts, slicing a faun's throat with a wicked smile.

'This isn't you,' Salvador pants, pausing for a moment to look her right in her unnatural blue eyes. They're only a few meters apart, but it feels like hundreds of miles as the soldiers keep coming.

'This is the new me,' Elvira says and her eyes glaze over for a moment when an important memory of one of her soldiers travels through all of the army. Susan's quiver is empty and this time there is no one to rescue her.

'Narnia is dying piece by piece. Soldier after soldier, and soon, Queen after Queen,' Elvira says and the dark precognition turns Salvador's and Peter's blood into ice.