The Witch Remembered

The land of Narnia had long been without the touches of the Wicked Witch that ruled as a false queen. Seasons had long since come and gone, Christmas passed and spring flowers bloomed and there was a happiness of peace that filled the land. But much had changed since the Kings and Queens of Narnia had returned for good. This was a place of their own, in which everything that they had loved and dreamed of was true once again. There would always be battles and adventures because that is what the Kings and Queens of Narnia had always remembered of their fair world. It was in this place that they found eternal rest and it was in that they wished to see their sister.

This was not the Narnia of their childhood, a dream like world where all that a child's imagination could dream up was real. It was a different Narnia, an eternal Narnia. This place was not the land the Witch had once entered and in this world she was feeling her new freedom. There was a feeling of eternity in the way the ground felt. In how new and pure the power felt. It was a power that was untouched, beckoning her. The way the snow called with her and rushed around her and the power that radiated up through every living thing and touched her like a magnetism that connected everything and she loved the power.

She walked on and as she passed through the deepening snow the sounds of this world returned to her ears. This would not be a time for her to go into hiding as she once had in a previous return, for she knew that this was not the same place. There was a difference in the familiarity of this world. She recognized the trees, the sound that the wind made as it whispered to them. Her army was ready and waiting before she had even entered into this world. The eyes that filled every creature were the same as the ones she has once felt staring at her in her old world and yet this was not that world. This was a different place. The difference was not in its looks but how everything had not changed. So much time had passed and it looked as if it did when she had gone, when the war was over. Could it possible be the same place? No, she was sure it could not. There was a difference, something unfamiliar in the way she was watched, in the way the trees moved and in the power that rose from everything. Something was different but she did not know what.

She continued on as the sun set and the clouds grew thicker. Her power was growing. She could feel the strength of being part of this world again. It was a mystery as to how she had come to be there. It was a whisper in the ear at first, a strange flash of a memory and of the power that she once had, then there was a light at the end of a very dark passage. In the passage she had rushed toward the light to escape the thick darkness but the light was so distant and then suddenly she reached it and stepped out into what she had known. Like everything that she had once done was retold and there she was, before her castle and the snow began to fall as her foot left the darkness behind and set itself down on the land she had once ruled. It was then that the ice formed and clouds began to grow overhead and her power began to spread its reach out from all around her, as if the simple idea of her rule had returned her to this place. Something higher than even Aslan himself had placed her there and so it was meant to be.

Her joy rose as she felt the fear of the creatures. The fear of the past flooded in around her and as she stood rooted in a memory of a glorious reign. She felt the power and the darkness building. She felt the creatures that had been her followers coming together. Darkness or her ultimate power was growing and soon they would return to the place they knew she would be. Her castle of ice and snow was reforming into what it once was, not only stones in a lake between the mountains but a glowing palace of ice where she would rule from and where she would prepare to battle the simpletons that remained in her world.

By the end of her first day in this world, she already began to feel her grasp on the country. The followers that she had expected had not yet rejoined her, but she would be patient with them. She knew that they had assembled, they whispered through the land to her and they would be coming now that they knew where she would be and how to find her again. They would soon come. She wandered the halls of her familiar palace and found that everything that she needed was there, and more. She wandered out of her palace and into the forest just beyond the lake and it was there that she felt every fear come to life once more. The trees and the creatures did not know what was happening but they felt her power.

"Yes," she whispered to a great fir tree, "I have returned my friend and you may spread the news"

The wind howled through the trees, angrily, and the trees moved along with it. The message had been sent out. Soon all in this land would know what the trees knew.

"You there," she addressed a centaur as she passed it in the lightly falling snow, "who are you and what is this place?"

"This is the eternal land of Narnia, ruled by our never aging and beneficent Kings and Queens," the centaur said, "and I am Miko. Who might you be?" he asked.

"I am Jadice," the Witch said with a grin and a laughed, "the White Witch of the winter and rightful Queen of Narnia," she laughed, "do as I say filthy creature or I shall bring upon you what your fore fathers felt. Yes I see it in your eyes the fear of my memory. You know who I am and what I am capable of. Warn those imposters to my thrown, those terrible, filthy humans, that I have returned and I will take my rightful place."

"Aslan will never let you rule this Narnia," the Centaur said bravely.

"Ah, yes, Aslan," the Witch smirked.

"He is the rightful ruler of all and protector of Narnia and all worlds. It is written in the heavens. You shall never bring upon us your reign of terror!" the Centaur said.

"Oh but there you are a fool," she said and with a touch from her wand, "I suppose it would be right of me to let my followers reassemble as I am sure that they will. For now I will only use you as a symbol of my ever growing power. I am here and I am more feared and far more powerful then I ever was before. I feel the powers fill me completely. I am remembered. I am once again where I belong. Narnia will be mine once more," she said with a terrible cackle as she walked away from the stone Centaur, "you will not stop me this time Aslan. I can feel a power much stronger then you drawing me to this place, making my memory much more strong. You can do nothing to save them. One of your own has betrayed you at last."