Daughter of Eve
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, nor do I own the Chronicles of Narnia.
Rating: PG
A/N: 20 minutes with Amy-challenge response. After the encounter with Willow/Warren and Kennedy in season seven, Amy remembers how good it feels to be in control, and have power. She summons someone to get extra power from.
When Kennedy left her Amy smiled. You snap your fingers, she thought, and they go where you want them to go. How practical is that?
She glanced around the room. The others had all gone. Scaridy cats. Did they not want this for themselves? The power? The feeling running through your body when you knew you could do whatever you wanted?
Well, Amy hadn't quite gotten to that yet. Just one more teensy weensy ritual to perform, and then nobody could stop her. Nobody.
She sat down on the floor, it had already been prepared by the earlier ritual, and began.
For a while nothing happened.
Then someone else was in the room with her.
A tall woman. Her skin was chalk-white, and her hair was brown. She was dressed quite unsuitably warm for southern California.
"What? Where am I?" The woman looked confused for a second. "Where are all the people? Where are the dryads? The centaurs? The dwarves? Where are the sons of Adam, and the daughters of Eve? Where is the big cat? Where are you hiding him?"
Clearly the magic was not in her favor tonight, Amy thought. She had wanted a powerful witch whose magic she could get. She had gained this: an escapee from a lunatic asylum. Really, there was no such thing as a dryad.
"And who are you?" The woman turned haughtily at her.
"I'm Amy Madison, of Sunnydale, California, Ma'am. Who are you?"
"Are you a daughter of Eve?"
"Do you mean human? Because I've been that for most of my life. Just a teensy period where I was... never mind."
"And I," the woman grandly proclaimed. "I am Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands, et cetera, et cetera."
"Oh," Amy's upbringing did not include spending much time around royalty. She tried to curtsy. "It's good of you to come, Jadis. But what I was looking for was a witch."
"Some," the Queen acknowledged with a nod. "Some ignorant dunderheads used to call me the White Witch."