By, Aslan's Butterfly.
There she was.
The beautiful ice queen.
A hundred years of winter.
Yet it still was her dream.
Her hair was sheered with ice crystals.
Her eyes, as green as the emerald city.
Her hands, gentle as the sea.
She whispered sweet nothings, this was her pity.
My siblings treated me as dirt.
As she understood things,
She knew my hurt.
I trusted her, joined her side.
Betraying my family only to realize.
I couldn't run, I couldn't hide.
This was my fate.
Aslan's soldiers bolted towards us.
Ginnabrick attempted to kill me.
They killed him and pulled me up, doing it only because they must.
The great lion was true.
He spoke words of kindness and sorrow.
His head nodding towards some pavillions, my face turned white.
There, my sisters stood with smiles.
They one by one tackled me with hugs.
My brother, firm and wise, stood with pain that stretched out for miles.
My eyes burned.
I desperately wanted to cry.
They didn't know my personality had turned.
I ran forward, squeezed him, and apologized.
He stiffened, unsure what to believe.
For all he knew, I could have lied.
I ran, as fast as my legs could go.
Slashing my sword down, her wand cracked.
Everything was a blur, I could only hear Peter yell, "NO!".
This was it.
No reason to ask why.
I'd beaten the devil.
Now it was time to die.
She set out for misery,
the one who tricked me with sweets.
It was her who enchanted me,
the one that made me think everyone hated me.
It was Jadis, the one who I thought could help me breathe.
My mind drifted.
I could see the light.
All my burdens had been lifted.
Peace had come at last.