𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐗𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐈
𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀
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Talia resented a lot of things.

For one, she resented the dismissive silence of the other leaders - their refusal to even entertain her ideas for the Elves’ future. They, the so-called wise leaders, whom she had trusted to understand the gravity of her vision, had all but laughed in her face. The very thought of it made her chest tighten with indignation. How could they not see the clarity in her proposals? How could they not recognize the meticulous effort she had poured into writing that scroll—ideas carefully organized, every word deliberate and thoughtfully placed - only for it to be discarded without a second glance?

She resented that she had spent countless sleepless nights crafting those thoughts into something coherent, something worth sharing. She resented that every hour spent bent over her desk, quill in hand, had been in vain.

And most of all, she resented herself. For daring to believe she might be taken seriously. For trusting that her voice - her ideas - might hold weight among men who seemed only interested in power, in control, in the old ways. How foolish she had been to think they would listen. How foolish to think that she mattered.

Talia resented herself for so many reasons. But it was the last one that gnawed at her in the quiet moments of reflection, the one that lingered like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest: she resented herself for holding onto a dream that was never meant to be.

Talia loved children. She adored their laughter, their innocence, the way their eyes sparkled with wonder at the world around them. She had been an older sister once, and she had cherished the time spent caring for Alea, watching her grow, her life unfolding in ways Talia would never experience. She had loved spending time with Suprio’s younger brother, a boy full of promise, full of life. She had dreamed, once, of having her own children, of raising a family in a world that seemed so broken.

And yet, she was made to never be able to have children of her own.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why Suprio cheated on her.

It took years for her to realize the truth. To understand that it was never her he wanted, but the idea of her. He had chosen her only when he realized he could not have Liliane. It had been her sister he had secretly desired all along, the sister she had once thought of as her closest confidante. Talia had been a consolation prize, nothing more.

She had overlooked so much in her desperate need to be loved. The way Suprio used to look at Liliane - how his eyes would linger on her sister with a hunger she hadn’t recognized then. How his interest in Talia had only sparked when he knew Liliane was out of reach. Talia had ignored all the signs, blinded by his false kindness, the sweet words he whispered to her, pretending that she was the one he had always wanted.

Talia was disgusted with herself for not seeing it. She had even invited Liliane to the wine nights, thinking it would be a way for her to get closer to her sister, but now, in hindsight, it was clear. Suprio had hated her for one thing: her inability to give him children. And so, he had sought that elsewhere.

But Talia had learned the truth. She had uncovered his betrayal in a way she never expected, and it had come as a cruel revelation. It was in the autumn of 1017, when she had carelessly opened a letter meant for him. She had thought it was for her - thought it was a communication from someone in their circles.

Instead, it was from the wife of the Desert Elves’ leader, detailing, with unsettling intimacy, their affair, and the pleasure she took in Suprio’s company when his wife was away in Cair Paravel. The revelation tore through Talia like a storm. It shattered the fragile world she had built with him, leaving nothing but broken pieces behind.

In a moment of furious clarity, she sent the letter to Liliane, who had come to her side immediately, taking her away to the castle.

But Talia would not be humiliated. She would not leave without making a statement. Before she left, she published every letter she found in his office about the affair. Let the Elves see the truth. If they hated her, they should hate him too.

In the years that followed, Talia became an instrumental figure in Narnia’s recovery. Her mind, sharp and full of strategies, had guided them through some of the darkest times. She had helped rebuild, not just the broken cities, but the broken hearts of a people who had lost so much. Her ideas had been the lifeblood of Narnia’s recovery, her hands the ones that had laid the first stone of what would become a thriving world once more.

Liliane was grateful for her sister’s support, for Talia’s wisdom and guidance. Though Liliane was strong on the battlefield, she was never one for dealing with the intricacies of diplomacy, the handling of people. That had always been Talia’s gift.

But time, as it always does, had other plans. Talia did not have long to live. Her life had been stolen from her before it had truly begun, transformed when she was just seven, her mind forced to grow in the stony prison that the White Witch had created for her. Though she had aged physically, the statue had drained her, hastening her descent into mortality.

Talia had known this moment was coming, had known that her life would end not in a tomb, but in the quiet transformation of nature.

For an Elve's life didn't belong to death; it belonged to the earth.

Close to each Elve Village, there is some kind of forest. The Elves of the Desert have cactuses, the Elves of the Ocean have corals and the Elves of the Forest have pink cherry blossom trees.

Talia never died, she changed into a tree.

It happened in 1025, that she was lying in her bed in Cair Paravel, Liliane by ber side, that her body changed into pink patels, which would float towards the forest and become a tree.

In her last seconds, Talia held out a hand, offering her sister to come with her.

And Liliane accepted.

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