Alrighty then. I hope that this story turns out. I know where I want this story to go. This is going to be the first story in a series of three. This first one is more of a prologue and won't be real long but it will give a good background on my OC. Please please please leave a review! I pratically live off them!

Disclaimer. I do not own Narnia. Only the characters I make up.


FIFTY YEARS BEFORE THE PEVENSIES' ARRIVAL

The White Witch sat upon her throne, long hair done tight and white dress flowing. Her light eyes gazed icily across the room and her pale skin shone strangely in the bluish grey lighting. She was utterly alone and completely satisfied.

The throne room was deathly still. The only sound in the large room was the click of her nails echoing through out the frozen walls.

I am the queen of Narnia. She thought to herself. No one is above me. She smiled smugly to herself.

Just then the tall iron doors swung open and a tall graceful figure entered the room.

The White Witch stood immediately. "Who do you think-" Her own surprise stopped her.

The man slowly gained speed. Fluidly walking then running until he was a blur. His speed was inhuman. He came to a stop in front of her, dressed in fine clothing with shaggy hair that covered the tops of his ears.

She scowled despite her surprise. "Who are you?" she asked, enunciating each word.

"My name is Melrick, High Elf in Narnia."

Her eyes widened momentarily. Why hadn't she come to the realization before? The witch tensed. Elves were rebellious and uncontrollable under her rule. They openly mocked her and did not respect her commands. She quickly gained her composure. Her eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you were summoned to my palace."

"I don't believe so either."

"I should have you executed for your sarcasm, elf."

"I come with a challenge."

"No one challenges the queen fool."

The elf continued anyhow. "I request a duel between you and I."

"A duel?" The witch's thoughts raced. Elves were impossibly fast and strong. Not to mention magically inclined. What could the elf possibly want to duel for?

"We tire of your rule, witch." The noble elf said in disgust. "We elves are stronger and more powerful than you. We will not remain under you any longer. The only being above us remains and ever will remain Aslan."

"How dare you-"

"Your rule will end with this duel."

"I refuse to duel you. Guards!"

"I'm not asking. Fight me." He drew his sword from its sheath around his hip. He stepped forward, forcing her a step back towards her throne.

The queen stepped back once more, her hand reaching behind her back.

The elf did not notice, too intent on watching the fear seep into her eyes. "You will not rule forever witch." He growled, pressing the sword to her neck.

The White Witch did not respond, but continued to slowly and unnoticeably reach behind her back.

"You are not a queen. You never will be. You will always be a witch. Now draw your weapon!"

The witch's hand gripped the handle of her knife of ice and pointed it towards the elf. She sneered. "I will forever rule Narnia. Nobody will stand in my way. Not even an elf." And just like that the elf began to transform. The stone began in his feet, rapidly spreading up his ankles. Almost immediately he tried to struggle, using all the magical strength that he could muster.

The White Witch grinned. The more he fought, the more slowly the stone would cover him. But it would still take him. There was no stopping that now. His struggles would only bring him more agony. Her lips curled in a sneer. All the better.

Soon the stone had frozen him from the hip down. Melrick was beginning to realize that his efforts were in vain. "I will tell you this." Melrick managed to say as the stone covered his torso. "Someday, Aslan will come and your rule will be no more." His last words were pained. "I died this day for freedom." The stone engulfed him.

The Witch, enraged, shoved the stone statue and watched as it tumbled precariously down the steps, crumbling and cracking until it landed in a heap of rubble at the bottom.

"Your people will pay for you actions this day, high elf." She spit. "They will pay for your mistake." She turned on her heel and paced. She irrationally decided to call upon the secret police.

A large grey wolf approached quickly. "My Queen?"

"I want all the elves brought to the castle as prisoners. As of today they are all held responsible for conspiring against me! Kill any who choose to resist. They are all going to pay." She seethed. "Now go! Quickly bring them!"

"Yes, My Queen." he bowed and was gone.


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