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Disclaimer: Narnia and all of its characters belong to C.S. Lewis.
Prompt: Sometimes defeats are personal failures; sometimes defeats are the crumbling of a nation. Sometimes, like Aslan's sacrifice, a defeat can be the truest victory. Write a story about a defeat.
That moment when the White Witch stood over Aslan, as he lied on that cold stone.
It was in that moment that your tears fell and any fire you had inside you, burnt out.
When you hear the Witch cheer over her victory, your heart might as well have stop beating.
You know it will only be a matter of time before Narnia is hers once again.
Soon she leaves the body behind, and you and your sister go to him.
Both of you stay close to him and cry until you run out of tears.
Nether one will of you leave because you don't have any strength left to move anymore.
For the hope you had of winning this battle, was now dead on that Stone Table.
Though what you don't know yet, is that dawn will come, and the table will crack.
And the one that lies dead, will rise again.