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@pevensienet challenge 3 ➤ edmund pevensie challenge

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Chapter: Prologue Characters: Juliet Capulet, Aslan, Jadis, Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie & Mr/Mrs Beaver. Words: 2,254 Except: ‘“Concerned, she stood there, second row behind a few fauns with the newly welcome summer's breeze playing with her hair, observant of injustice as it came so wildly delivered by the lips of a white nightmare, mindless of the creatures around her yet completely aware of only the Lion standing tall even in his impossibly high stature for a creature such as he. "Tell you?" The witch said, making soft amber pools shift from their study of her beloved helper to look, instead, at the pale white creature so self-claiming of her frozen crown. "Tell you what is written on that very Table of Stone which stands beside us? Tell you what is written in letters deep as a spear is long on the fire-stones on the Secret Hill? Tell you what is engraved on the sceptre of the Emperor-beyond-the-sea?" Even the soft scoff breathed from her darkly smiling lips felt monstrous, and where seconds prior there had only been concern lighting Juliet Capulet's features, now there suddenly rested the mirror of loathing come from the vision of the Witch who had made of the land she loved nothing but an eternal winter that had killed her once before.

"You at least know the Magic which the Emperor put into Narnia at the very beginning." The White Witch continued, making Juliet's jaw tense upon the mere mention of a time so magical as it had been the creation of Narnia itself, tainted by the nightmare's words, tainted by the monster's own memories. Mention not a moment such as that, for thou hath no claim upon its deliverance. "You know that every traitor belongs to me as my lawful prey," She resumed barely a second after her previous words. "And that for every treachery I have a right to kill, and—."

"Oh." Said Mr. Beaver, interrupting the flow of the witch's claims regardless of how her lips had parted to continue on her spoken trail. "So that's how you came to imagine yourself a Queen—because you were the Emperor's hangman, I see."

"Peace, Beaver." The Lion said, shifting of a soft growl as his big yellow eyes focused on the gentle creature he lightly scolded before looking towards the monster again.\

Pause enough to anger the White Witch further; enough to make of her following words an echo of desperation and anger, one huffed from pale lips as harshly as the many horrors done to the younger of the Pevensies, if any of it could be judged by the scars left behind, visible or not. "That human creature is mine." She spat, lifting a pointy finger onto the accusation of the forgiven boy. "His life is forfeit to me; his blood is my property." ’

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