Invictus

Unconquered


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul…

- William Ernest Henley

~o*o~

She knows, she always has. She knew when that despicable tree came down, that her time would end. Though she always fights, she knows that He will win. She knows that He will never loose. She knows that His prophecy will be fulfilled and this is why she watches.

Many have tried to take those four thrones and none have succeeded. They think that, if only they can get any four humans enthroned in Cair Paravel, Narnia is theirs for the taking. She keeps them out. Many have fallen under her power, but she knows that they fail because it is not yet time. She realizes that she is keeping Narnia for the chosen four.

It will be time when He deems it, then nothing she can do will stop the flood of spring. She hates that thought, of spring, because she cannot feel it. She feels nothing and she will never feel again. That is the price she paid for constant youth. She keeps winter, and never Christmas, so that everyone will feel the numbness that she does.

And so she waits and will wait. She will wait until the end of time if necessary. As long as she lives and Narnia is under her control, there is hope, false though it be.

When the Son of Adam appears without knowledge of the prophecy, she fears that it is over. None have come the way he has. He is more Adam's bone than any king of Narnia since the first. If she can lure him and his siblings to her house, if nothing else, she can freeze them into place and hold back time.

~o*o~
…It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


…Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?


A/N: I just don't think that the witch was so clueless.

-Rose (on her own)