Hello everyone! I'm not quite sure where this came from, but about a month ago I had an idea and this was the result. It's not what I usually write, but I was surprisingly happy with how it turned out. Please review if possible. Thank you, and enjoy!
When she had first welcomed the boy into her sleigh, she had the faintest sense of something familiar. Something she had known before. But she brushed it aside, needing to focus on the task at hand. But now, as he sat here, masticating the enchanted pastries, she contemplated what it was. The boy was no one she had met before, of course. He was not of this world, and he certainly was not of hers. So what could it be, what presence did this small, jealous boy have?
At first she thought it might be resemblance of her sister. Of course, this boy was a Son of Adam, he had no Jinn blood in him, nor did he possess the flesh of a Giant. Perhaps it could be his eyes. Yes, there was anger there, but no true hatred. And behind them were innocence, purity, and nobility. These qualities were possessed by her sister, and where did that leave her? No, you needed determination and ruthlessness, and a deep fire which neither the boy nor her sister had possessed. These were the things needed to conquer, to succeed, and this boy would fail because deep down he was good.
Yet that was not the thing she had noticed. There was something lingering on him, something similar to something she had witnessed before. It was almost a scent, something latent, there but not quite existing. This angered her, the inability to grasp onto whatever was in the possession of this boy. This child, this human, he had something that she knew, but she was incapable of recognizing it. This was weakness, and she could not be weak because she had the onus of remaining in power, for power was what fueled the icy fire that ran through her veins, the venom that replaced her blood. She watched this Edmund, watched as he feasted upon the powdery delicacy, giving into the temptation.
Temptation. This aura, it had something to do with temptation. There was once another boy, another child, another Son of Adam. In the garden, with the fruit, with the silver pome. She had climbed the wall and the juice had run down her throat, burning her but filling her with life, a new kind of energy that she had not been capable of before. And the boy was there, with the tree, for the beast, for the savage, for Aslan. And he had plucked it, and she had beckoned him to her, the girl, yes, there was a girl she remembers, cowering behind him. And he had a mother, a sick mother, who was dying. And the fool, the slave, the false magician whom had come with them could do nothing to save her. But the fruit, it could have saved her. Surely he had taken it to her; he would be a fool not to.
And yes, that was what she now could feel on this boy, this boy who was no older than the other was. Yet he was weaker than the old boy had been. But she could not deny that the presence was there, but it was impossible. She could tell this boy was no kin to the other; they did not share their blood. But it was there, below the skin, but on it as well, the scent of the other. But it was impossible, that had been a thousand years ago, the boy would have been long gone. Humans lived short lives, even shorter than some of the swine that inhabited this land. Yet it was indeed there, so the boy must live. But he could not live unless…yes. The seed that she had planted in him had grown. He had realized, like her, that you cannot protect others if you wish to rise to greatness. So he had not given it to the lion, and he had not even saved his mother. He had been selfish and prioritized himself, so that he could be the one to live forever. And she felt a strange sense of pride in the boy. For he had eaten the apple after all.