THE NOBLE QUEEN | NARNIA/TWILIGHT [1]

SORCERY AND SUDDEN VENGEANCE

"It is better to stand and fight against the old enemies of the past if you want to confront the enemies of the present."

- Isabella Pevensie.

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A COLD AND SOFT TOUCH WAS THE FIRST THING I FELT.

An unshakable chill soared through my entire body as I gasped awake. I shuddered, my eyes tried to pry themselves open from sleep after hours of laying against the moving caged carriage holding me prisoner. 

I regained feeling in my body enough to know I was no longer laying down on the carriage but rather in an white and icy dungeon; however, the cloth was still around my mouth and a shackle was hooked around my wrist and ankles. All the stiffness from sleeping in such a horrid position escaped my body as it was replaced with an alarming sense of fear. I had felt this kind of cold before.

I blinked my eyes open, seeing ice under my legs first and the icy air and chill of a cold night in Winter. This confused me only briefly before I heard a voice that had plagued my nightmares for many years.

"Bella, dear," the chilly voice filled the white icy dungeon.

In response, I quickly looked upward to see the White Witch standing before me and I frantically tried to squirm away, but was bound by the chains. She could not be real; she could not be in front of me because I saw Aslan kill her.

Now shaking with terrible fright, I pulled against my chains but could not get free. I looked around helplessly, realizing that if she was real then I could not get away from her. Her laughter followed my reaction, and she bent down beside me. My efforts to escape ceased when she moved her hand towards my face. She isn't real, I tried to remind myself. She could not be.

"I've missed you," she mocked in sweetness as she touched my cheek, making me flinch away from her. My eyes widened as the reality of this situation was crystallizing before me. She removed the gag from my mouth, and for a moment, all I could notice was my rapid breath in front of him.

"You can't be real," I whispered, fear encapsulated in my voice. I struggled to pull myself as far away from her as possible only for her to lean in next to my face.

"I am here to save you," her voice whispered cruelly in my ear.

"No," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, turning away from her, "Aslan killed you." 

"Not anymore," She laughed. "Come, my little Queen, I will free you from your enemies. Just one drop of the Light Witch's blood and you free me. Then I am yours, my Queen." 

I opened my eyes, blinking at the very real nightmare forming in front of me. I did not want to find out what she was going to do to me without Aslan there to stop her.

"Get away from me!" I yelled. She clasped her hand over my mouth, pressing me against the wall that held me put.

"Ah, Daughter of Eve, your fear is radiating off of you," The White Witch taunted. "What would your siblings say if they saw how afraid you were of me?" I nearly whimpered in a response to her, "Now, hold still while I cut you free."