𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 ✓

1| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬

𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

There were mutters everywhere. Some said, "King Orpheus and Queen Aurelia are dead!" and others said, "Oh dear —" and sobbed. Daphne, my younger sister, was one of them. 

"They're dead," she sobbed in Arion's, my older brother, arm. 

I gasped as I woke up from my horrible dream. I was on my bed of my Auntie Jadis's castle.

 "Could you keep it down, git?" I heard Daphne's voice say. 

"Shut it, Daph," I said as I jerkily turned my head to see my blonde haired sister playing with two miniature ice sculptures she called 'dolls'. 

"Fine," Daphne said. "As long as you don't tell Sybill or Arion." Sybill and Arion were my twin older siblings.

 "I won't," I promised her.

 "Good," said Daphne. "Can you ask Syb to make more ice?"

 I rolled my eyes. "Do I look like a slave?" I snapped at her.

 "I make plants, that's my power," Daphne said. "Yours is water. Arion's is fire, and Sybill's ice. So go ask Sybill to make me more ice sculptures." 

I shot her a withering look. She's my younger sister, but I seriously doubt it sometimes. 

"I'm the older one," I snapped at her.

 "And I don't care," Daphne said. "You're job is to keep me happy." 

"Where's Elvis?" I asked, ignoring Daphne. 

"Right here. Elvy!" Daphne called. 

Elvis came out from underneath Daphne's bed. 

"Elvis, c'mon," I said as I hugged Elvis. 

I was kept reminding that my parents died by Auntie Jadis. 

"Slave!" Auntie Jadis yelled as I entered the throne room. She was sitting on her throne and dwarfs were fanning her. She held her scepter high. Auntie doesn't want me here. She wants me here because I had powers and I would help her win against Aslan. Honesty, I don't think Aslan's that bad. 

"Auntie?" I asked gasping. "Slave?" 

"Not you, dear Eleanor," said Auntie Jadis in a falsely sweet voice. She gestured to the dwarf next to me. 

"Elvis?" I asked, trying to keep my voice simple. Oh, she better not be demanding to behead my dwarf! 

"No, Auntie, Elvis is my dwarf." Elvis is always going to be mine. Elvis nodded and squeaked, "Yes!" Auntie Jadis looked at me with her cold eyes. 

"Oh, Elvis is it? Hm, they all look similar," she said. She was kidding of course! Elvis looked nothing like the other dwarfs. "Well," snapped Auntie Jadis. "He stole something of mine."

 I gasped again, stumbling back. "Auntie Jadis! Elvis w-would never do such a thing! I know for sure-" I started. 

"Quit your talking, girl," Auntie Jadis said in a cold voice. "You're just like your father."

 Father? Did she just say Father? "Stop calling Father like that," I murmured so Auntie Jadis wouldn't kill me. 

"Beheader!" yelled Auntie Jadis. I can't watch this. I shut my eyes. I heard a scream and the slice of a knife. I opened my eyes. Elvis was...beheaded. 

"AUNTIE JADIS!" I yelled outraged. "ARE YOU INSANE? YOU KNOW ELVIS WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING!"

 Auntie Jadis merely smiled. "To bed," she said. 

"B-but Auntie Jadis!" I said. "It's not even bedtime yet! And where's dinner?" 

Tears splattered my face. "No dinner for sobbers," Auntie Jadis said merely. I could see Ginarrbrik, the stupid dwarf Auntie Jadis is close two, smirk.

 "No!" I sobbed. "Please no." 

But Auntie Jadis nodded. 

"You will do as the Empress of Narnia says!" roared Ginarrbrik. 

"Ginarrbrik!" Auntie Jadis yelled and the dwarf calmed down a bit. 

"Fine," I said, wiping away tears. "I'll go." And with that I stalked away. 

"Don't stalk away from me girl!" yelled Auntie Jadis.

 "I'll go to bed like you asked me to!" I yelled back