Despite feeling weaker and deprived of every need, Peter's resolve remained intact. His repeated mantra had worked and made him feel better for the time being. His siblings would find him. He was more confident of that than ever.

While he did still resist the guards, his fear was not as prominent as it had been. He thought that he could handle what she might do to him. He just had to last a bit longer. His siblings would arrive, and he could go home. It was the only thought that kept him going.

This time, when Peter was brought into the throne room, Jadis was sitting on her throne, waiting for him.

However, unlike all the other times where he was brought to her feet or chained to a chair, this time, he was dragged right next to her throne and chained to the pillar beside her. His hands were forced behind the pillar and chained there. At least, Peter hoped that meant he would not be whipped again. He felt the shakiness return to his hands with the White Witch glaring at him.

"Peter, dear, I have thought of something truly special for you," she announced. Peter sent a silent prayer of haste to his siblings before Jadis continued, "I realized that there is much you do not know, and what better way for you to learn than to show you."

Peter tried to speak through the cloth tied between his lips, but ultimately, it came out as a muffled mess. She just smirked at it, as she walked over to him. The closer she got to him, the more he pulled to get away from her. He only moved a few inches away before she crouched beside him.

She leaned in close to his face, and Peter flinched. "This will be painful," Jadis warned softly, "in far more ways than one."

As she leaned back, she must have seen uncertainty and the growing fear that was on his face. She reached up slowly, taking her time to savor Peter's discomfort. He shifted to get away, squirmed under her gaze. It did not matter. Her fingers brushed his cheek, which made him shudder and close his eyes. She was too close. Too close. Panic flared just for a moment. It all faded once she touched his temple.

Her fingers barely touched him before a terrible pain shot from that point all the way down his body. A painful outcry left him, and his eyes snapped open.

When his eyes opened, he was no longer in the throne room. He was not in her castle at all. The night was dark, and the only light was the gleam of torchlights that glistened around. He was standing in the middle of a parted path of Jadis's followers. They were shrieking and growling at him.

Looking ahead, he saw Jadis, standing in complete black, her stone knife resting in her hand.

The Stone Table! She was standing on the Stone Table. It was still whole. What was this vision of?

Only once that thought went through his head did he hear the soft velvet paws grace the ground behind him. Peter did not even need to turn around to know it was Aslan. He did all the same.

"Aslan!" Peter could not contain his joy. He ran up to his side. Aslan did not seem to notice him. Instead, his face remained sad, as he continued walking towards Jadis.

What is he doing? Peter thought before he realized that this must have been the night Aslan sacrificed himself.

The realization punched him in the gut heavier than any blow Jadis could deliver to him.

"Aslan, you need to leave," Peter said hastily. Aslan just ignored him, walking straight passed Peter like he was not even there.

Aslan kept walking, not making a sound, not even when a flying ghoul was blocking his path. He just stopped walking until the creature flew away in fear.

The worst part was understanding that this was real. Whether this was exactly how it happened or not, there was no changing that Aslan had, in fact, endured the White Witch's humiliation all alone and then was executed. It did not matter that Aslan was brought back from the dead. Aslan still experienced this. This understanding made Peter feel sick and uneasy.

The pained look in Aslan's face haunted Peter. He had never seen him look like this. Aslan had always been fearless and mostly joyous. This was different.

Aslan continued to stare up at the White Witch. Peter suddenly appeared right next to the Stone Table in front of Aslan. This time he could not move.

Once Aslan stopped at the foot of the Stone Table, Jadis said, "Behold. The Great Lion." Aslan just looked down in sad acceptance. It hurt Peter dearly to see it.

Jadis's former general, Otimer came over to Aslan, prodding him with the end of his war axe. To this, Aslan just slightly growled. Otimer then smashed his weapon into the side of Aslan, flinging him to the ground. Jadis's followers erupted in cheers. Peter tried to move towards him but was frozen in place.

"Aslan," his name came out more of choked whisper than actually Peter trying to get Aslan to hear him.

Her followers taunted Aslan, throwing names and crude jokes at him. It left Peter feeling hollow.

But Aslan never fought back. He completely submitted. He just laid there.

"Bind him," Jadis ordered. All her followers preyed down on Aslan. They hastily tied his feet and muzzled him with rope. "Wait," Jadis said with a gleam of superiority. All her followers ceased their actions. "Let him first be shaved."

Oh, Aslan, Peter thought to himself. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you ensure so much alone?

Peter wanted to cry when Jadis's followers cut away at his mane. They tore at his skin, cutting off chunks of his hair with no care. They stepped on him, nicked him with their blades. Aslan never even move.

Finally, when he was shaved, Jadis ordered, "Bring him to me."

"No, no," Peter said aloud, as they started hauling Aslan towards the table by his bindings. They pulled Aslan over each step, not caring as they smashed his body against every part of the steps.

Her followers were cheering and enjoying every moment. Peter did not understand. How could anyone be this joyous about someone's execution? And for Peter, he did not understand who could want to kill Aslan.

As Aslan was finally placed on the Stone Table at Jadis's feet, Peter could now directly see Aslan's face. There was such sorrow and dread on every inch of Aslan.

Jadis snapped out her arm to her side, and all of her followers stopped their cheers. Slowly, one by one, they began to tab on the ground in anticipation. The cheers and roars of delight came again.

They all knew what was coming next.

Jadis gawked over Aslan, much like how she did whenever she had the upper hand with Peter himself. She crouched beside Aslan who continued to look straight at Peter. She leaned over him, almost touching him with her arm. All Peter wanted to do was yell for her to get away from him, but he knew the truth. This does happen. He is killed soon, and this was just a memory.

"You know, Aslan, I'm a little disappointed in you," she whispered to him. Peter could hear every word. "Did you honestly think by all this you could save the human traitor?"

Peter's mind flashed to Edmund. It made him unsteady.

"You are giving me your life, and saving no one," Jadis taunted. She even chuckled before saying, "So much for love."

To this, she stood up again, towering over Aslan.

She addressed her followers now, "Tonight, the Deep Magic will be appeased. But tomorrow, we will take Narnia forever!" Her people cheered, and all it did was make Peter feel cold and terrified. He was shaking.

"Aslan, I am so sorry," Peter whispered softly. He knew Aslan could not hear him, but it did not matter. "So sorry."

"With that knowledge, despair," Jadis addressed Aslan now. She held her stone knife in the air. Peter desperately wanted to look away or close his eyes. He could not.

Aslan's breathing increased; the fear was evident in him.

"And die!"

Aslan looked right at Peter with great despair, his eyes desperate and alone. Peter did not ever see Jadis bring the knife down. He only watched Aslan as the fatal blow landed. Aslan's eyes went huge and full of pain for only a moment. A terrible grunt left him.

Then slowly, Aslan shut his eyes, and he died only seconds later.

Peter felt like he was going to pass out right there.

"No, Aslan, no," Peter said quietly. Aslan was dead before him. It was all too much. His vision blurred with tears.

"The Great Cat is dead!" She yelled to the cheers of her followers.

Peter's vision swirled, and his eyes were met with a blinding white light before being settled back to Jadis's throne room. She was still next to him. Her fingers had left his temple but still hung close.

Oh, Aslan, was all Peter could think to himself. Tears were barely kept inside. Aslan endured so much for them. He had been terribly killed. Peter was grateful that Aslan had come back, but knowing what Aslan had experienced was truly awful. He sniffled as he got his bearings back.

He was still trapped in this castle. Still trapped with her. But this time, he could not tell himself the vision he just saw was not real. Aslan had died alone by her hands. That was forever true, and Peter never knew what he had gone through.

Jadis smiled at him before saying, "Now, you have learned." His distress was plainly on his face, and she just chuckled. "Know that when I take Narnia, I'll make you watch as I execute every one of your precious siblings just as I did to Aslan."

Peter instinctively pulled away, and she just leaned closer. "I'll start with your sister, Susan. Now, she will put on a brave face, I am sure. She will cry, but desperately look to you to save her."

She did not even need to place her fingers to his face for him to see a flash of this imagined execution. Susan was bound with ropes, and she held her head up, strong and brave. But her eyes locked with Peter, pleading despair was there. Jadis brought her knife down, plunging through Susan's chest. Susan gasped before toppling over.

Peter's eyes were wide when he saw the throne room again. Tears were building up. It's not real. It's not real.

"Then I'll kill Edmund. And you know that I will make his death slow. I'll make him suffer terribly, and when I have had my fun, I'll slay him right on the Stone Table as I should have years ago."

Again, Peter saw a similar image of Aslan's sacrifice, with the exception of Edmund being there. He was beaten and small, far too small. He was tied to the Stone Table. Jadis laughed, as he twisted against the ropes that held him. Edmund had tears staining his cheeks. He was not looking at Jadis though. He was only looking at Peter.

"Peter, I'm sorry," were the only words Edmund said. Jadis brought the knife down, stabbing Edmund right in the heart.

Peter shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. It's not real.

"And last, I'll take your little sister from you, and Lucy will be sobbing. She will be pleading with you to save her. She even will call for Aslan. But he isn't coming to save any of them. He is not even coming for you now. I'll cut her throat for all of Narnia to watch."

Lucy was suddenly begging him to save her, "Peter, please, help me!" A sob broke out of her mouth. "Aslan, don't let me die, we need your help!"

"He was never going to save you," Jadis said from behind her. To that, she sliced her throat right in front of him.

Peter was back in the throne room. It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real but it could be.

That was the only thought that was needed to make a few tears slip down his cheeks. Trying to take regulating breaths, he was attempting to keep his composure, especially in front of Jadis of all people.

"And when I am finished with them, you will be a slave by my side for all eternity. We shall have an eternal winter once more, and you will never die," Jadis promised.

Peter shook his head. He needed to get away from her. He could not remain with her much longer at all, let alone all of eternity.

"Killing you would be easy," she told him. "Once you brought me back, I could have killed you." And he knew she was right. "But then, you would not know true suffering."