Dragon of the Lone Island
I do not own any of the land of Narnia or the surrounding islands, Aslan, or Prince Gale; they belong to C. S. Lewis. I do not have permission from the author to use these, I am not making money on this story either.
I hope you all enjoy this new chapter!
I fixed the plot.
Chapter Four: Intervention
By: Idaho Shepherd
A venomous plot, long and drawn out, ending in a slow and painful death would have delighted her, but at the present she would have to content herself with the fact that he was safely out of the way; dead or not. Still, she could enjoy herself with a cat and mouse game. Dream slaying was relatively safe and easy with no mess; one simple spell to create reality from illusion.
Intent on the capture of her prey the enemy sprang up behind unnoticed and pounced. The spell slipped and the magician swept up the prince out of her reach. Reeling from the impact of the magicians' blow she released the prince. Great angry, seeking eyes of a lion pierced hers searching her hidden secrets. In fear she fled his presence.
Under the Lion's protection she could do the prince no harm. Shaking with rage she shook her fist at the Lion; just you wait, I'll have him.
Retreating to her lair she woke from the trance her mind had been wandering in, she began busily to light a fire and fill a great iron caldron. A bit of this, a handful of that, two of those, a drop of something nasty and a chanted spell went into the pot. Stirring and singing she brewed her curse. Winds wailed with her skreak, winds that blew her disorderly dark hair also blew murderous storm clouds, and the seas boiled and bubbled like a potion in her caldron. The seas, the skies, the winds answered her call and rose to join her fury.
"You have sealed his doom, he is mine. No one steals the prey of the Witch of the Lone Islands."
A witch is no match for a great magician such as the Lion, but the witch knew someone who was, Queen Jardis, later to be known as the White Witch.
"Your majesty," the witch bowed graciously, her billowing black skirts falling in folds over her feet.
"Queen Jardis, it is well known among my kind that you possess great powers, unequaled except by only one." The witch did not openly name the 'one' who was widely known for fear of arousing the Queen's anger before she ensured her help.
"Among your kind it is well known?" the Queen asked mockingly. "Which kind, humans or witches?"
"Witches, your majesty. Humans believe you lived out your years as a mortal like themselves and died years ago." The witch answered meekly, curtseying deeply again.
"The fools! Your kind, the humans, are so pathetic. Living only a short time and accomplishing nothing. No magic."
"Yes, your majesty."
"Why have you came?" The Queen snapped, her voice echoing in the small cavern the Queen called her thrown room.
"To seek your guidance." The witch answered modestly.
"Continue."
"A prince, even now as we speak, sails from his homeland to the shores of my island dominion. While gazing in my Sirenian Stone I foresaw great disaster befalling me through that young man, so I attempted to murder him."
"Attempted, it did not work? He is a just a human."
"Yes, your majesty. I failed to kill a simple human." Now came the dangerous part, "A human under the protection of the Lion, your majesty." The witch answered humiliated.
"The villain!" The Queen roared.
"He was too great for me, so I came to someone who was stronger still for help, your majesty."
"The bully, picking on others not as strong as himself. I will not allow it."
"You will help me?" the witch asked trying to hide the eagerness in her voice.
"Yes. But first tell me your name?"
The witch hesitated before answering. "Medusa, your majesty."
"Medusa?"
"Yes, your majesty."
"Well, Medusa. Here is what must be done."
"One drop of liquid fire and the potion is complete." Stirring vigorously, the witch read mentally through the list once again. All items were gathered, even the exotic ones, one of the benefits of living in a sea port; everything cut, cooked, caned, skinned, and beheaded just as the recipe stated. All was in order. The Queen should be arriving any minute now.
White, mist like smoke poured from the fireplace where no fire smoldered. Stepping away from her spinning caldron of potion, the witch knelt beside the fireplace gazing into the smoke.
"All is ready, your majesty."
"Good. Very good, Medusa." said a voice, distant and airy like the smoke but gaining solidity as the face in the smoke appeared. "You prepared the potion just as I told you, Medusa?"
"Exactly, your majesty."
"Good." the Queen cooed to her obedient student. "Now listen closely, this is very important. For the potion to be the strongest it must be swallowed by the victim. Do your think you can handle that?"
"Certainly, your majesty."
"You must not be caught for any reason. Be sure and give plenty to the fawn and then anyone else you meet. The fawn is the key."
"Your majesty, what dose the potion do?" Medusa asked.
"A Rivalry Potion evokes feeling of intense rivalry and competition which would otherwise not be felt. There are varied degrees of the Rivalry Potions, this one is an extremely powerful and dangerous strain. The recipient of the potion will do anything and everything to be better than his rival, even murder."
Medusa pondered this quietly.
"Medusa, you must not fail. If you fail it will be for the last time." The smoke began to disperse as the Queen left.
"Yes, your majesty." Medusa answered quietly.