Adventures in Narnia
February 12, 2021
Prompt: Tell of the moment someone outside Narnia (whether merfolk, Archenlandish, etc) first noticed the White Witch's winter.
A/N: One of my really good friends came over from a distance. She's staying for the weekend so my next stories are going to be really bad and/or really short.
Reviews:
Ariel_of_Narnia: Thank you! Faith and hope are pretty important.
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Cold. That was the only way Barbossa could describe it. He never knew how being cold felt, but ever since the Tisroc (may he live forever) had chosen him to discover what was happening in the Barbarian Country, he had felt chills. The Tisroc (may he live forever) sent him to Archenland to gather information, though Barbossa had a feeling he wouldn't get anything from the Barbarian allies, but one could not defy the Tisroc (may he live forever).
When young Barbossa had arrived in Archenland, he was not disappointed. They told him nothing, but not for the reasons he had thought. One thing every creature in this world, and any other, learns young is that one cannot tell another something that one does not know. And none from Archenland knew what was happening.
That is how our dear Barbossa found himself wandering through the small land of Narnia contemplating as to how the Tisroc (may he live forever) had yet to conquer this puny land. It was small, and Barbossa had yet to spot any creatures at all. The reason for this, of course, is because it is snowing, which is pure agony for any Calormen. Now, the snow would have been expected, had it been winter. It was not, however, it was mid summer, the warmest time of year. And everyone knows, whether you have seen it or not, that snow cannot occur in the heat. Barbossa was strolling through the snow, loathing this Land, loathing the Kings of this Land, loathing the Protector of this Land, when he heard sleigh bells and a deep voice.
"Hyah, boys! You can do it!" said the voice.
The man was having trouble, Barbossa thought to himself. He made his way through the frozen underbrush to the man. He then saw a clearing with a man wearing red and white sitting on a sleigh pulled by reindeer. It seemed he couldn't pass a lamppost standing in the middle of the clearing. Odd. Then again, Narnians are an odd people. Barbossa walked away.
The young man was making his way to the castle in which the Barbarian rulers resided when he bumped into somebody. He felt shivers run up his body.
"I- I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," he muttered, looking down.
"Well, watch where you are going," said the woman.
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but who are you?" Barbossa asked.
"I am Queen Jadis, the White Witch. And you are�" the now-named Jadis replied.
Barbossa bowed. "I am Barbossa, seventh eldest child of the Tisroc' (may he live forever)."
"Are you a Son of Adam?" she questioned.
"No, your highness, I am not. I am a descendant of The Great God Tash."
She considered his answer for a moment before she whipped out her wand and turned our poor Barbossa into stone.
Several years into her reign, Queen Jadis, in a fit of rage, shattered Barbossa into a thousand pieces. And that is how our dear Barbossa ended up for the rest of eternity. Trapped in thousands of pieces of rock.
Fin.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading! Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome!
Yours truly,
reider52
