Short Story – The White Witch
Edmund sat alone in the snow. He was in Narnia, sitting by the small lamplight that seemed to be forever lit.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, twisting and turning in the air like dainty ballerinas.
Edmund breathed deeply. He stood up and brushed the snow from his brown coat.
Then he heard it. The sound of a horse. The sound of her cold, shallow laughter.
It was the white witch. Her white, flowing dress was airborne in the strong wind. Her pale skin and white lips were twisted in a startling expression.
Startled and scared, Edmund turned on his heel and began to run, but the witch was to quick, she had already seen him. She lunged for Edmund and he jumped, sending snow flying everywhere.
The white witch grabbed him firmly, digging her nails into his flesh.
"We meet again, Edmund Pevensie," Her voice sounded like trickling water. Edmund couldn't help but notice the dagger that hung from her waist on a silver string.
Her icy hands stroked his cheek, sending a shiver up his spine.
"Go away, leave me alone," Edmund struggled in her firm grip. He had is eyes tightly closed.
She ignored him, "Remember how you betrayed your siblings?" She whispered in his ear, "Remember how you lied to them?" She brushed his ear with her frosty lips.
Edmund tried to ignored her.
The witch kissed him gently on the neck. Her lips felt like ice on the coldest of days against his warm skin. Edmund trembled with fear.
"I think it's time you came with me …" The witch laughed.
Edmund struggled, "No, no! Let me go!"
The white witch cautiously reached for her dagger that hung by a silver rope from her waist.
The hilt of the dagger was decorated with clouded white jewels. She held it too his neck. Edmund stood still, petrified.
"I have and will use this dagger," She hissed.
"What do you want from me? Leave me alone!" Cried Edmund.
"I don't want anything from you Edmund ... But you'd make such a nice addition to my ice sculpture collection. Such a handsome face ..." The white witch fingered Edmund's eyes and nose.
Edmund struggled, kicking up the snow.
The witch held him tightly and looked him in the eye, "Stay still and be quiet or I might kill you now," she hissed angrily.
Edmund's heart was thumping. He didn't dare to move.
The white witch dug her long, sharp nails into Edmund's soft flesh and he yelled in pain.
The witch cackled.
Trembling with fear, Edmund bit the witch on her arm.
She started to bleed and screamed in agony. Her blood dripped onto the white snow, leaving red smudges. She dropped her dagger to the ground.
She loosened her grip on Edmund and he fell to the ground. Edmund charged off into the distance.
"Come back here, Edmund Pevensie! Come back now!" she howled.
The witch yelled in rage but it was too late, Edmund was out of sight.