Author's note: This story may contain some inaccurate facts about Narnia and may change the history of the Narnia story. Please Narnia fans don't hate me for this, its just a fan fiction. Thank you.
One: Who am I?
She appeared in my dream. The infamous White Witch. I was sitting in a quiet and beautiful meadow. The sun was warming my rosy cheeks as I watched the marvelous sight of a grand festival. Cherry blossom petals were blowing around the fields in the cool summer breeze, the smell of Narnian dishes filled the air, and the sound of wonderful melodies filled the camp. Crowds of people flocked around the entire area as they laughed, talked, and feasted together as one big happy family. Fauns were dancing in a circle as the lovely music played louder and louder. As I got closer to the camp, the winds began to change. The sky turned an awful shade of gray, and the air became as cold as ice. The sound of terrified screams filled the air as a nasty blizzard began to invade the camp. The more steps I took, the stronger the storm became. I began to run away from the camp and retreat to a small tent nearby. I plopped myself on the small bed that was there, covered my face with my freezing hands, and began to cry. Long streams of tears ran down my face as I thought about the blizzard that I brought to Narnia. As I was crying, I felt a hand rub my shoulders.
"It's alright sweetheart. This is who we are. We bring misery to those around us, but it's a small price to pay in order to become a mighty queen."
Strangely enough, this voice brought back so many memories to my mind. This gentle voice of comfort sounded almost like a mother comforting her child. Memories of pain, sorrow, and confusion filled my soul as I listened to every word. I felt sick to my stomach as the voice reminded me of the evil that I came from. "This is who we are." That one statement burdened my soul like a ton of bricks being smashed on my heart. As I looked up from my hands, now covered in tears, I saw the face of The White Witch. She was sitting right beside me on the small bed. She appeared as human as I was. Her face looked almost pale and eerie like a ghost, but her body was as fleshy as mine. She had a face that was full of compassion, as if she found her long lost relative. Her eyes were eyes of innocence and her clothes were plain and white. I jumped back from her in fear as she stretched out her arms to pull me back into her embrace. That's when I woke up. I couldn't stop thinking about this dream. What could it mean? Who am I suppose to be?
My thought train was interrupted by Queen Susan the Gentle.
"Good morning." she said, as she brought me some breakfast on a tray. "How was your sleep?" she asked, as she saw the expression of terror on my face.
"Oh it was alright. I just had a strange dream that's all." I said, as I played it off.
"Really? What was it about?"
At that very moment, all my fears became real. I lied. I lied about who I was the night that I met this kind queen. I told Queen Susan that I was a princess from Archenland and that my home was destroyed by the White Witch.I also told her that I was out looking for someplace to stay. She found me, collapsed in the snow last night and allowed me to stay in her castle until she could find a place for me to stay. I couldn't tell her what I was really doing out there in the snow at that time of night. She might throw me out of her palace or have me executed for high treason. You might be wondering what kind of secret I am hiding that could reap such harsh consequences, but sadly, I can't even tell you. I gathered my thoughts and took a deep breath.
"It was about the White Witch's army invading my home again. It seems like I have the same nightmares every night." I said, lying again.
"You poor soul. You need to eat your food. I want you to meet my brothers and sister. I'm sure they'll love you as much as I do. So hurry and eat. Put on one of my dresses and come downstairs. I think they're already here." she said, as she left the room in a hurry.
I was alone once again. Alone in my own thoughts. It burned my soul to lie to such a kind person like Queen Susan, but I couldn't bear to tell her the truth. Will she accept me if I came from the womb of a witch? Would she show me the same amount of kindness if she found out that Jadis' blood ran through my veins? I'm tired of pretending. I have to tell her. But who knows what would happen when I do?
AN: Sorry that this chapter was so short and not that good. I really wanted to put this story out there and I was kind of in a hurry to do so. I hope that you enjoyed it and I hope that the next few chapters won't be as short and boring. Thanks for reading!