Chapter 22: the Witch's secret

I tottered around the battle field, taking care not to come in contact with Raphael. I decapitated a few Calormenes on the way. I tried not to get into the way of any Narnian soldiers. However, the Calormenes seemed to be targeting me as scores of them kept charged at me, one after the other. I began to see the wisdom in Raphael's words but only the thought of Aslan drove me forward.

I started tiring. I knew my strength would give out soon. Shea seemed to sense it and suggested going somewhere safe. Just then I caught a glimpse of Sheona, she was fighting like a whole herd of rampaging elephants. It spurred me on, that sight.

I screamed shrilly as one of the big ol' generals charged at me before promptly driving my kris into his horse. Poor beast! It whinnied and threw off that mean man. But he caught my hair while going down and dragged me down with him. Shea got separated from me in the confusion of the war.

I screamed. It hurt!! Really hurt. The stupid, sadistic general from hell grinned. I spied some of my hair in his hands. He. Had. Ripped. My. Hair. Out!

Now he was going to pay.

Shrieking like a banshee, I lunged at his heart with my kris. He blocked me with his shield. I tried to thrust in the other kris. Nada. He wasn't having that.

He was good. I had to give him that. He blocked every attack of mine. Then the most unbelievable thing happened. He disarmed me.

I probably would have died, I stood there gaping like a salmon, when Peter somehow came in front and blocked that geezer's swipe. Peter finished him in one simple move and then turned to me. And holy Virgin Mary, he was angry, scratch that, furious; I cowered.

Suddenly, Sheona came out of no where.

"You're wasting time!" she screamed. Thank you, Aslan!

"Shut up!!" King Peter yelled back. I had never seen him lose control like that. "I am the High King! You can't speak to me like that!!!"

Ok. Ok. I suppose he was entitled to his ego. And Sheona hadn't really been civil to him. In fact; far from it, actually. So I could understand his sentiments.

Sheona opened her mouth to argue, then seeing his fury she closed her mouth. She pursed her lips and walked away. Smart girl.

I had taken this opportunity to sneak away. And when I turned around I was face to face with the Witch.

"You!" I said.

She smiled an evil and beautiful smile.

"Didn't Aslan kill you?" I asked.

A flash of annoyance flitted across her face before it was replaced by that cold smile.

"Foolish lion, when will He learn that I cannot be killed unless my Energy Force is killed?" She asked.

"Oh hello…..let me tell you I get A's, ok? And what is this Energy Force?"

The Witch and I started to circle each other. The others gave us a wide berth. I'd like to imagine it was because of my aura of power and majesty but I had a sneaking suspicion it was because of the Witch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Raphael looking on in horror. All the other fights had stopped. Everyone was concentrating on us now.

How did I land myself in such situations?

"Energy Force is the place from where you get the energy to continue your unworthy life. Humans have it stored in their hearts. One stroke to it and you will be dead," said the Witch with great satisfaction.

"Where do you have it?" I asked.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to fall for that? It is how I managed to survive three attacks. And very soon Narnia shall be mine." She said.

I was very unimpressed. She was just like every other ranting megalomaniac.

Just then the Witch struck. I blocked it, thankfully, but she was painfully strong. Thank God Edmund had broken her stupid wand or else I would have been a nice statue rotting somewhere.

I had to find the Witch's Energy Force and fast. I wouldn't be able to hold her off any more.

Maybe, it was in the Witch's heart? No, that would be too obvious. I scanned the Witch. She wouldn't keep her Energy Force in her body. It would be too risky for her. I looked at the Witch's chariot. There an ogre stood guarding a cage.

I ran towards it. The Witch sneered.

"Are you running away from the battle, Little Guardian? Look, all of you, the bravery of the Narnians!" she screamed.

I could hear Sheona screaming for me to get my butt back to the battle, the Calormenes jeering. But I had one purpose now. Kill whatever was there in the cage.

I reached her chariot and lunged at the ogre. He grunted. He wasn't very bright. He swung his club at me but I was too fast. I got him in his stomach. He groaned and fell dead; but not before a blow to my head.

I almost fainted but held on somehow. The Witch had realized what I was up too. She screamed and started coming towards me at a furious pace. I looked into the cage. A crystal wasp lay there, buzzing furiously.

I know what you are thinking. Crush it, Kay. But it wasn't so easy. I suffered from Entomophobia; abnormal fear of insects. In short I had a blue fit when I saw insects.

The Witch had gotten even closer. I felt tears flow down my eyes and cold sweat appear on my forehead as I opened the cage. I put my hand inside and got out the wasp slowly. It beat its wings against my hand but it didn't sting me. Resisting the urge to puke, I put it onto the chariot seat and stabbed it.

For a moment nothing happened. Then the Witch screamed a dreadful scream. A sort of light shone on her as she fell onto the ground and Aslan appeared.

He smiled at the Witch and said," You are liberated, Jadis. Your treachery against your sister is forgiven and you can join her again. A Daughter of Eve has liberated you for the love of Me. You are free."

The Witch smiled and then, with great effort she said," Thank You, Aslan. Thank you, Daughter of Eve."

I raised my hand from the chariot and trying to smile valiantly (note: I still felt like puking) I said," No problemo!"

And the Witch changed into this whole bunch of beautiful butterflies. A delicious smell wafted across the entire battlefield.

Aslan walked towards me, "You have done well, Kay, Daughter of Eve. Your faith in Me defeated the Witch. Narnia is obliged to you."

And He breathed on me. I almost died from pleasure.

Then I saw everything in a blur. My head started throbbing really hard. In all the excitement, I hadn't noticed my head injury.

"Thank you, Aslan." I managed to pant out.

Then Raphael came running across the field.

"Kay, you…" He couldn't finish.

I had slumped onto him and promptly fainted. What timing, I say!!

Yes, yes, go on yell at me. I really delayed in putting this up… but hey! It was Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! My dear readers!!

Disclaimer: Santa did not gift me Narnia for Christmas so I still don't own it.