Prologue
Susan stared in shock. Aslan, the great lion, so faultless, had just given in to the White Witch. Now she simply sunk to the ground, sobbing. Peter's face showed inexplicable grief. Lucy stood for a second, then clung to Peter, too traumatized to say anything. Aslan himself hung his head so low it nearly touched the shining grass.
Edmund turned and took one last, drawn out look at his siblings. Then, movement unwavering, walked right up to the White Witch. But the most unexpected thing happened. All expected him to be weeping… but when Edmund Pevensie lifted his head, all to be seen was hatred and resolve. It was then that Susan realized he would not go down without a fight. And yet deep down, she felt that the prophecy was to be a false one. A throne in the castle of Cair Paravel would remain unfilled.