( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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The atmosphere was alive with laughter and joy as Narnians celebrated into the night. Fauns twirled and danced around the bonfire, while others played flutes, weaving music around us.
Having lost sight of the Pevensies around me earlier, I settled onto a log, observing the fauns' spirited dance around the crackling bonfire before me.
"The White Witch is your mother?" queried the blond Pevensie, to which I nodded.
"I reckon you'll despise me now," I murmured, feeling ashamed.
"Why would we?" Lucy questioned.
"I mean, I'm the daughter of the woman who took your brother, plotted to harm you, and sought to conquer all of Narnia," I explained.
Susan then placed her hands atop mine, saying, "We will never harbor any ill will towards you, Cora. None of the awful things she did are your fault, alright?"
"She's right," Edmund chimed in, drawing my gaze towards him.
"It's not as if it's your decision for her to be your mother. You're nothing like her, as everyone else mentioned," he reassured. I stared at him for a moment before nodding in agreement.
Then I also told them my real name which is what everyone says.
"We'll just stick with Cora, which I prefer more," said Peter, igniting laughter among us.
As my thoughts about the conversation with the Pevensies drifted, I felt someone settle beside me.
"Enjoying the night?" Edmund asked, to which I chuckled.
"It's rather pleasant," I responded, taking a sip of the Narnian-made juice.
Edmund fell silent briefly before rising from beside me. "Come, I'll show you something."
I furrowed my brow at his suggestion. "And what might that be, Son of Adam?" I teased, to which he chuckled and shook his head.
"It's a surprise," he simply said, prompting me to purse my lips before rising from my spot, trailing after him away from the sight of the Narnians.
As we moved farther from the Narnian celebration, silence enveloped us, drowning out the music, leaving only the occasional chirping of birds.
The spot where the brunette Pevensie led me was a breathtaking sight.
The night draped the world in its velvety embrace, the moon casting a gentle glow upon us. The dark sky, speckled with stars, formed a celestial masterpiece above. Amid this canvas stood a solitary, majestic tree, its branches stretching toward the heavens and casting enchanting shadows across the land.
