The lion, the sorceress and the wardrobe (ROTBTD chronicles)

Simba, the great lion

After walking for what seemed to be ages, the mice, the children and the queen all arrived in said order to a clearing, atop of a hill. In there, many tents laid, all surrounded by narnians of all kinds. There were dwarfs forging weapons, centaurs practicing fencing with each other, satyrs and fauns exchanging combat strategies, arrows and bows were being made, and although warrily, everyone seemed merry too. They walked through the crowd, each feeling more embarrassed than the other. The mice felt like they had taken too long before bringing the children. The four kids, on the other side, felt like they didn't deserve to be there. And the queen, the miserable traitor, she felt her people's gaze fall upon her like blades of guilt piercing her cloud-white skin.

They stood in order in front of a big, circular tent placed at the top of the hill, all feeling differently. They all held their breath until a strong, dark skinned centaur emerged from the tent and spoke solemnly.

"Simba will talk to Elsa now." said the centaur and left them to face their destiny.

The blonde woman hesitated, but ultimately walked up to the tent, and with her trembling hand she grabbed the scarlet cloth. Some frost spiraled through the red fibers where Elsa had touched it, and as quickly as she could, she got into the tent, disappearing into the blood-like darkness.

As the fearful Queen walked into the tent, a great feline figure raised from the middle, shinning like golden sunrays and making the space between them warm and light, opposed to the inside of Elsa's chest. Her dry throat stopped her from saying a word, allowing the lion to approach her.

"Elsa" said the lion "my father was very fond of you and your sister. He believed that Narnia was safe in your hands. What happened?"

As sweetly as he could, Simba asked in behalf of his father. Elsa could feel the tears flood behind her eyes threatening to spill. The guilt and fear promptly melted as she listened to Simba's paternal question. She thought she deserved the ugliest of discourses, to be exhiled and hated, but having the great lion regard her so lovingly was what did it for her, what finally broke her thin layer that prevented feelings from blurting out, and she finally allowed herself to cry.

"I was weak" she said "I let fear get the best of me"

As she wept, the lion brushed his soft mane against her and purred as a tiny kitty, letting her feel safe.

"It is true you failed to protect your legacy." Said the lion sternly, causing the queen to cry louder, "But you are no longer a traitor, you are to lead the revolution. You'll set Narnia free"

She raised her chin and looked at the lion eye to eye. His eyes were of pure gold, and just his mere presence calmed her aching heart. Her purple lips curled into a shy smile.

"I'll do my very best" she said with the tiniest voice.

"But" said the lion again, startling the woman "you are to renounce to your title as Narnia's rightful ruler. Abdicate or betray."

"I honorably abdicate." Said she, as happy as one can be.

A great weight lifted from her shoulders as the ice crown that rested in her hair melted, meaning the end of her time. She smiled and, accompanied by the great lion, walked out of the tent.

A crowd of curious narnians surrounded the tent, all eager to listen what Simba had to say.

"I hereby declare Elsa as the commander of our troops, warrior that ought to free us all from Pitch Black's dark forces." Said the lion, and after a pause that was filled with cheers and confused wispers, he continued. "She has royally abdicated from her throne as a price of her cowardice, and is now to our service."