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FOR ASLAN! Charge! Cried Peter the Magnificent

Durge Greyflecked shook his fur, curse the lion, the reinforcements he brought charged down the slope. The cries and screams of Jadis's forces filled the air. With a swing of his two handed sword he split a centaur's skull in half. He cursed as he ran through the routing of the witches forces.

"Jadis is dead ASLAN has Won!" Came cries across the mountain ranges.

Nononononnonono! He was mentally was screaming at the top of his lungs. He ran and ran his brothers were surrendering or fleeing. He had to find Jadis it couldn't be true the witch had pulled her elite force of Minotaurs from even the lowest points. The black hooves The has been the front lines expanding the witches empire. The men in the south had been giving ground when they were summoned back to the North. When his forces had arrived he was given orders to be the frontlines against some kid king wannabe. The battle was ferocious sayters, fawns, and animals. They we're winning and then the idiot cow, Jadis had given command of the Mary had walked them into a trap. He rounded a corner and there she was the mauled headless corpse of his queen her wand gone and her body displayed for all to witness. He knelt before his queen snorting hard he had to get her body away.

"She has been slain, but we might revive her with this!" Came a rasping voice

Durge spun blade swinging out and cleanly severing the hags head from her body. Shoot I should have let her finish her sentence. He picked up the wand and felt the cold play around his four fingers magic he didn't trust it but the queen had used it to devastating effect. As he tried to carry the witch under his right arm the wand stuffed in his belt he stomped through the rocks looking for a chance to get away. He moved slowly but surely away from the original death spot but just when he throught he was in the clear he rounded a corner and his luck ran out.

"That corpse is to be burned and that wand destroyed! Give them here and you will be spared!" Called a boy standing next to a beaver.

Setting the body down he glanced around reading his surroundings. He was trapped rocks at his back and a whole battalion in front. Gripping his sword in both hands he tensed himself ready for one last stand.

"I am Durge General of the Southern Army and while I Draw Breath the Queen Is Not Defeated! So come you Animals and try and Take Her From Me!" He Roared his challenge out readying his blade.

"I'm sorry you feel like that, however I will not waste my men on you." The young boy stepped aside

As one the beaver and first line backed up and revealed archers poised and ready.

(My Queen I'm sorry May we meet in the next life.) thought the Minotaur before the arrows were loosed upon him. As he sank to his knees riddled with arrows his blood soaked the wand. His sword he couldn't lift or feel it. His legs and chest felt cold. His breath slowed, so this was death well it wasn't so bad. He only wished he could serve his Queen one last time. With that he fell on top of his masters body and their blood mixed.

As Edmund the Just watched he would later question his eyes. There was a blue glow and then magic exploded throwing the Narnains to ground. The air cleared showing all that the bodies were gone. Edmund Shouted for his horse Phillip. He had to inform Aslan.

THE NORTH WEASTROES

...THRENN...

...BEYOND THE WALL...

The Threnns had been praying to Magnar all shouted out with surprise. The snow and ice was blown everywhere and magic blew out in the shape of a blue dome. Styr pulled his son back while calling for the warriors. To shapes materialized out of the now settling snow. A women tall and fair stood in a regal gown of white a long piece of frozen ice in one hand. What grabbed the Threnns attention was the beast behind her covered in pitch black armor it stood slightly hunched over. It was easily seven foot tall and a half if it straightened. Two horns came from its helm. It's face was long and it was covered in grey long hair. The sword it wielded has lond and deadly. The two black eyes stared without movement, while the women servayed the mass of people around her. She looks and noticed their poor furs and bronze weapons, she glanced up at Mag the Mighty and the other giants covered in pelts. The groups stared and the silence just lengthening no one made a move. Finally the beast stomped forward and brayed out some sort of challenge. Styr glanced at his son and Magnar stepped forward.

"I accept your challenge and in the law of the old Gods. Whomever wins this challenge shall be chief!" (Said in the old tongue) Magnar then charmed the beast bronze sword raised high.

The beast sheathed his blade and raised and pulled back his arm. Just as Magnar's blade descended the armored first collided with his temple and the THRENN leader lost consciousness. The giants grunted while the Threnns all screamed or shouted.

"SILENCE." Just one word was blasted throughout the groups minds

"I am Jadis and this is my servent Durge you are now my servings also now kneel." Jadis spoke blue eyes closed

"We do not kneel Witch Bitch!" A voice Yelled from the crowd

Jadis's eyes snapped open and an icle flashed out of thin air and flew throught the crowd and impaled the threnn's face. Jadis then looked back out among the poor excuse for a village slash small town.

"Now you do." She smiled a white cold smile

Durge then brayed again and Jadis waved her wand at him. After shaking his helm Durge bellowed our to the mass of people.

"ALL HAIL JADIS QUEEN OF WINTER, QUEEN OF NARNIA, MISTRESS OF MAGIC, AND THE REBORN OF SNOW!" He then knelt before his queen

The Threnns at first didn't move but murmured among themselves. Mag trudged forward with Styr beside him as they knelt the giants knelt as well. The Threnns then for the first time in a millinium bent the knee for the first time. Jadis's mouth widened into a smile and then dark cold laughter spilled from her throat. Yes, Aslan May have Narnia, she would claim this world for her self. The rise of her empire would start now.