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Evelyn is wild and gentle, nothing like what her mother is. No-one knew she existed. She was a chameleon, blending into the background of the pale white snow. Her mother has always drilled into her that if she sees a human wondering around the woods, she is supposed to kill them on sight. She went against everything that was taught to her, and disobeyed her estranged mother. She has to choose; the mother that does not care for her or the enemy who's captured her heart.

This is my first Chronicles of Narnia fic. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, but I do own Evelyn.

The Witch's Daughter

Chapter One

The crunch of the snow beneath Evelyn's feet had a comforting feeling. It was safe in a way, a sense of home. She had been walking through the snow for what seemed like years, yet it was only a couple of minutes. Mother hadn't wanted her to leave the castle gates, yet Evelyn seemed to convince her, stating that she wouldn't go beyond the Lamppost. She let out a deep breath, the hot air freezing on as soon as it met the cold air. It was certainly getting frosty lately, and even though winter was her favorite time of year, she had not once witnessed in all her sixteen years of life, the moments of spring or summer. Maybe that was the reason why it was her favorite; she had not witnessed or lived any other time of year. It seemed that all her life, all she had known was the coldness of winter. Evelyn rubbed her hands together, trying to create warmth between them. She stood still, nearing the lamppost, and sighed, letting her back hit the steel metal of the lamp. She let her legs crumple beneath her, allowing herself to fall to the ground.

She sighed in relief, pulling out a leather-bound book. It was simple; Mother had given it to her when she had turned ten. Evelyn knew that Mother had only given it to her, simply as it kept her out of Mother's way. But Evelyn was young and naïve then, she hadn't known that what her mother was doing was so horrid. She didn't know until three years later, and wondered how she had lived her life for ten years in ignorance and petty idiocy. Twirling a sheep-skinned pencil, she decided what she wanted to draw. She surveyed her surroundings, deciding that she would draw the landscape of the forest. The snow was falling softly now, entangling itself in Evelyn's faire hair.

Evelyn was what people would say, a spitting image of her mother, with pale long hair and a striking love-heart shaped face. But it was the eyes that showed how different they were. While both of their eyes were blue, her mother's were icy silver, while hers were more like the deepest richest sea cerulean. Her mother's eyes were cold, while Evelyn's were warm. She began to draw, and the constant rhythm soothed Evelyn. She began to draw every detail she saw. She loved drawing; it was her escape from the reality she hated so much. She loved the feel of the rough paper beneath her fingers, and the sound of the pencil scraping against it. Evelyn had around five other books like this, all of them complete and showed the different stages in drawing. Her sketch books were like journals, she drew what she saw every day, things that affected her, or made her feel a specific things. Sometime she would find something that could represent it, like an acorn or a flower petal, but then again, flower petals were rare, Evelyn had only found two in her entire life, and both were stuck inside her book. Also, if Evelyn wasn't too lazy to do so, she would write small words describing the picture, what she felt that day, or what she was thinking about when she drew. Of course, sometimes they were lyrics from old Narnian lullabies.

It was nice to get out of the prison she was confined in. She loved her Mother dearly, she was all Evelyn had. But sometimes, she was slightly overbearing and erratic. It seemed that for years all she knew was her mother's castle; it was never considered Evelyn's. No, the castle was simply a place that she lived in with her mother. Out here, sitting beneath the lamppost was where her real home was. Evelyn raked her slender fingers through her faire hair, a nervous habit she picked up from somewhere. She wasn't really sure who she learnt it from, definitely not her Mother, as Mother was never nervous. No, she was always confident, something Evelyn seemed to be lacking in. Maybe she picked it up from Tumnus, but again, that was highly unlikely.

Ah, Tumnus was the finest faun Evelyn ever met, but then again Evelyn hardly met fauns, they nasty creatures according to her Mother, and that they should know their place. But Tumnus was her only friend, no-one else knew about her. Mother made sure of that. In fact, if Evelyn had not wanted to explore one day, than she would have never met Tumnus, and for that, she would always be thankful, for if she had not explored deeper into the forest, she would not have met the one person who actually cared enough for her. Tumnus was the only father figure Evelyn had, and if her Mother had figured out that when she would leave the castle, that she was in fact going to Tumnus' House instead, her Mother would surely do something about it. It was why she was so careful, a fact that her Mother did not pick up on.

"Ah, Miss. Evelyn, what are you doing in the cold?" A voice said, and Evelyn smiled, something that she hardly did. Her smile was breathtaking, yet the pain in her eyes was still present.

"What happened?" Tumnus asked, holding his hand out to help her up. Evelyn's smile quickly vanished, and unshed tears filled her eyes.

"She brought others in again," She whispered, and Tumnus felt his heart ache as he watched one of his only friend, suffer right in front of him.

"Let's go, we'll talk about it somewhere more private," Tumnus said, looking around where they were. It was then Evelyn realized what he was talking about. Save what they had to say for somewhere much more private, wouldn't want Mother to find out what they were saying. They stood up from where they were the lamppost that signaled where Narnia started. It was where the White Witch marked her territory.

The walk to Tumnus' house was silent, not one of them daring to speak, in case anyone would notice them, or worse, if Mother did. The trees would at once inform her mother, and then she would be done for, oh she couldn't think what would happen to Tumnus. Shaking her head, she cast the thought away. Narnia was a dark place, and unfortunately for Evelyn, her mother was the darkest creature of all. She would confine Evelyn into the prison that her mother called home. The palace was a horrid place, always cold and Evelyn frequently found herself rubbing her hands for warmth. She hated the fact that all she had known in her life was the colour white. Whenever she would run to the window, she would see the heavy flow of snow. The best part would always be when it was light, the first fall of snow. After, when it went all icy and melted it was torture to walk on and way too cold. Lifting the hood of her pale blue cloak, she sighed, watching as the icy breath lifted into the dark sky.

"Come, quickly," He said, ushering her inside his home. Ah, this was a beautiful home, always decorated a beautiful colour. It was a burgundy-red colour, and she watched as Tumnus set a roar to the fire. She smiled softly, hanging her cloak on Tumnus' hooks, and wiping her hands on her pure white hunting dress. It was defiantly Evelyn's favorite. The dress was sleeveless, and flowed down to the floor in waves. It was made in such a way that it was very moveable, so if Evelyn needed to, she would be able to flee if she needed to. A golden belt buckle was around her small waist, and strapped to it was her dagger, purely silver. It was part of mother's staff that she had made for Evelyn, and produced it as the sharp point of the knife. With it, she could make small molecules of ice form anywhere, but not nearly as devastating as what her mother could do, to which Evelyn was both thankful and ungrateful for. Her mother used it for horrid reason, purely on power and revenge, something that Evelyn would never let take control of her. The pure white dress looked like snow, so when she went into the forest, especially with her cloak on, she would look like she was part of the forest, she would become invisible.

"Okay Miss. Evelyn, tell me what happened," Tumnus said, as he poured hot tea in a beautiful china cup for Evelyn. She sighed, before lifting the cup to her lips, closing her eyes as the warmth spread across her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around it, trying to warm them up as soon as possible.

"I was just in my chambers, and then I saw them. Screaming, pleading. I couldn't do anything; I was frozen on the spot," She whimpered, placing the teacup on the table between them. They sat on the seats, and Evelyn swallowed the lump in her throat, the unshed tears filling her eyes. She glared at the empty wall above the fireplace, angry at herself for showing weakness.

"Should I play some old Narnian songs for you?" He said, noticing the depressed mood that his friend was in. Her eyes immediately lit up, as he produced his beautiful wooden flute. She smiled at him, swaying her head at the familiar sounds, as he played the song effortlessly. The notes lulled over her and she felt peace. She felt at home.

"Come with me," She sang, her voice harmonizing with the notes Tumnus was playing.

Down by the naiads,

I'll take you to the land of enchantment.

Come with me,

We'll play with the fauns,

Dancing until night turns into dawn.

We'll sway with the trees,

We'll play in the breeze,

Don't say 'Never'

I can take you to a place where we'll live forever.

Come with me,

Down by the naiads,

Don't need to worry about a thing,

I'll take you to a place,

Where you can finally spread your wings

The song finished off, and Evelyn felt much better than she did before. She smiled softly at Tumnus, and let the silence fill her with peace and bliss. Everything was so quiet, almost like the world outside was listening to what she sang, as if they remembered the Narnian lullaby. She wanted to believe that they did remember, the time when everyone lived in peace, where everyone was safe.

Then the lights went off.

It seemed too soon, but night had already approached. Her eyes widened once she realized that she had been here the whole day, her mother must have noticed her absence. As soon as she had wrapped her cloak around her body, Tumnus had enveloped her into a hug. His eye brows had furrowed, and his brown eyes shined with concern.

"Take this, read it and tell me what you think next time," He said, shoving a small leather-bound book. It was tiny, so it could fit into the pocket of her cloak easily. The cover was a deep red, matching Tumnus' home attire perfectly. There was a golden lock on it, and she immediately knew that the necklace Tumnus had given her years ago would open it. She smiled thanks to him, before shoving the book into her pocket, making sure that he brown leather sketch book was in her hand. She lifted the hood of her cloak so that it hid her face, before she waved goodbye to Tumnus. The snow had covered up the old footsteps of hers and Tumnus, so her mother would not know any different. She heard the crunch of the snow beneath her feet, and made her way towards her Mother's castle, high at the top of the land, between the two mountains.

"Evelyn, where have you been?" Her mother asked calmly; though her eyes showing that she was furious. Evelyn sighed, before looking at her Mother evenly. Her mother was a beautiful lady, so to speak. Her long, blond hair was twisted into a tight bun, and the ice-cold crown was perched on her head perfectly. Her mouth was in a thin line, as she narrowed her icy blue eyes at Evelyn.

The throne room was covered in frosty azure, the only warmth coming from the lanterns that hung on the wall. It looked like a winter garden, with statues scattered everywhere methodically. Almost at once, Evelyn let her eyes meet the floor, her head tilted down. She gulped, hoping that her mother would not see any look of remorse or guilt in her eyes. Because if she had any, then she would be in trouble, after all, Mother made sure that Evelyn never knew what she did when she worked. It took Evelyn thirteen years to convince her mother to let her step outside the safety of the castle, and even then, she was only allowed to go so far as the lamppost.

"I've been drawing the woods Mother, see?" Evelyn replied, lifting her sketch book to show her Mother what she had done. She lied smoothly, and was glad that she had been able to draw before Tumnus arrived. Her Mother seemed hesitant, as if she didn't believe Evelyn, but nodded her head, before walking through the ice palace, sitting on the grand throne. She turned her head to Maugrim, who diffidently bowed his head respectively at Evelyn. Maugrim was the captain of the Secret Police, and never really like Evelyn. He was a grey wolf, with fangs that could sink into your throat before you could even scream. Mother was talking to Maugrim, and Evelyn knew that her Mother had dismissed her. She walked softly past all the statues, keeping her eyes firmly placed on the floor, not bearing to see the petrified faces of all those who had been turned to stone due to her Mother's staff.

Walking towards her chambers, she slipped out of her hunting dress, and into more comfortable nightdress. She slipped into the covers of her bed, letting her eyes slip over her chambers. The bed was queen-sized, four-posters, and everything in the room was either a snow white, or an ice blue. The room was cold, and the only thing keeping Evelyn warm was the red-leather bound book that her fingers were flicking through, and the small candle that she held in the darkness, as she read about all the tales that had been of Narnia before her mother had invaded a hundred years ago.

"Years ago, there once was a boy called Diggory and a girl named Polly," She whispered to herself, as her eyes devoured every word she read.

Susan yanked Lucy through the back garden, the night pounding down on them. Their slipper clad feet met the rough grass sharply, as they ran at full speed towards They could hear the bombs dropping, and the explosions that they caused. Lucy screamed, clutching Susan who held her hand firmly. Fear and dread filled into them, and Susan had forced herself and Lucy to go on without whimpering or looking back. Helen Pevensie was already opening the bomb shelter, moving her children inside. Lucy was whimpering, clutching Susan's sleeve as if it was a life line. She rubbed her back soothingly, wrapping an arm around her reassuringly. Peter and Edmund had just come in after them, when suddenly he had run away from them. Back into the dangers of the bombings that were taking place. Lucy could just about hear the words he uttered, making her ears focus on it, rather than the explosions that were happening outside. She was convinced that he had yelled "Dad!"

"Edmund, come back!" Helen yelled, as she watched her youngest son run back into the house. Her face was wrinkled, worries and fear was in her eyes as she watched as her oldest child ran after him, back into the house.

"Ed!" Peter yelled, pulling Edmund down just as the window erupted, glass flying everywhere. The entire window had been obliterated, from the sheer impact of nearby bombs. The broken glass flew on top of them, and if Peter hadn't grabbed Edmund in time, then he would have been punctuated with glass in his stomach, heart, leg any part of his body. He roughly grabbed Edmund by the shoulders, trying to drag him roughly outside, watching as Edmund grabbed at the broken picture of his father before he left for the war. He ran with Edmund back into the bomb shelter, shoving him inside forcefully.

"You could have gotten us all killed!" Peter yelled, his face going red with anger. He looked at Edmund, furious that he would endanger his own life, and Peter's to an extent.

"Why can't you just do as you're told?" He whispered, staring at him with disappointed eyes. Edmund glared at him, clutching the black and white picture of his father, the day before he went to war. Helen had wrapped his arms around him, breathing in and out softly. She kissed the top of his head, whispering reassuring words

Peter slammed the door shut; only thinking what could have happened if he was too late to pull Edmund down before the glass shattered over them inside the house. The sound echoed, and everything was silent inside the bomb shelter, except for the sounds of the ongoing war outside. Thoughts of what would happen to them now that the war had heightened were on Peter's mind until the early rays of morning. For once, he hoped that when he turned eighteen he would be able to enlist for the Royal Air Force, just to make sure that this wouldn't happen to his family again. He wanted to be able to protect them, and thought that fighting in the war was the only way. It was the only way he could think of to protect his family.