Adventures in Narnia
Ch. 5 Evil in All its Forms
All of them were there. The ankle-slicers, the goblins, the giants, the dwarfs, the Minotaurs, the bat people, the monsters of every kind. They were all gathered round about the cauldron, chanting as it nearly toppled over and bubbled until everyone was beginning to chant, like they had when they were about to kill the Great Lion. (A/N: Aslan, for those idiots who are reading this. And btw- REVIEW FOR ASLAN'S SAKE! –Grumbles-) The Minotaurs roared, then bat people screeched, and Wikkabrik laughed evil as the sound of the witch's laughter arose from the cauldron.
"Only a few more minuets," Wikkabrik sighed and Bombu laughed evilly and happily.
"It seems I had you wrong, Wikkabrik. This copy of the witch will definitely do what we want it to, and that is retake Narnia!"
Wikkabrik and Bombu laughed together as the cauldron continued to sputter and splutter and gasp and spit. In the forest behind them, a pair of horses trotted up to the large clearing where the cauldron was, and stopped. Only the dwarfs on the edge faintly heard the clopping of the horses' hoofs, and they took no notice of them.
The riders of the two horses quietly dismounted and hid behind the bushes in the undergrowth, shushing each other and watching in horror. One of them, a little 9-year-old girl in an elaborate dress, called the other her brother. The other was an 11-year-old boy in a tunic.
Lucy watched in fear as all the traitors of Narnia chanted and called to the bubbling cauldron.
"Edmund, what is going on?" she cried as they chanted faster.
"I have no possible idea, Lu," and with that they continued to watch. The evil beasts continued to chant, and the cauldron continued to bubble. It was a horrifying sight to the young monarchs' eyes. The sky above the cauldron was red, and smoke billowed up to the sky and dissolved into it. Darkness plagued the atmosphere till it nearly choked you. The monsters gathered around the cauldron began to grow impatient.
"Wikkabrik! Where is the Queen?" one Minotaur began to roar.
"Where is the Queen? Where is the Queen? Where is the Queen?" they all began to chant, the ones that could talk, anyway. The ones that communicated using screeching noises made the most horrible sounds that one could ever hear. It was so bad that Edmund and Lucy immediately covered their ears and their faces scrunched up in pain.
"Any minuet now!" Wikkabrik laughed nervously, "oh yes, any minuet! Don't worry! She'll be here," Wikkabrik added an ingredient to the cauldron, making the cauldron lie still.
This seemed to only anger the crowd more.
"You killed what we had of her!" screamed a dwarf.
"Why you idiotic-" but the giant could not finish his sentence. The bubbling began again, but it did not make sounds as you would expect a bubbling cauldron to make. The sounds issuing from the depths were cackles and screeches, and noises obviously human but not understandable. Everyone in the crowd cheered as, slowly, the head of the witch arose from the cauldron.
"Robe me," she said evilly. But her voice, which sounded like the real witch's voice, was also not the witch's voice. It was like a mere copy- like on a voice recording on the radio or TV. It didn't strike nearly as much fear into the sibling's hearts, nor did it rouse the excitement of the crowd.
"She's just a copy!" a voice from the crowd cried. The witch looked very angry about this as well as she was clothed. She turned to Wikkabrik.
"The original Jadis and I are not pleased with you, Wikkabrik. Not pleased at all," the witch-copy said in what would have been a terrifying, threatening voice. (In truth, it was only a little bit terrifying because it sounded so, well, copied.)
"I'm sorry, my Queen," Wikkabrik fumbled with his bow, "but this is the only way we could resurrect you without getting your body back, and I'm afraid that would have been impossible."
"THEN WHY DID YOU RESSURECT ME AT ALL?" the witch-copy sounded quite ominous now, but not up to what she would have been in real life, I'm afraid. "YOU KNOW THAT MY POWERS WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN AS GREAT! YOU KNOW THAT I WOULD NOT HAVE MY WAND, SO I WOULD HAVE BEEN POWERLESS! YOU KNOW THAT I AM A MEAR MORTAL, AND THIS COPY OF ME IS LESS THAN MORTAL! YOU FOOL!" the witch-copy shrieked. The entire crowd hushed, and Edmund was so pale you could tell he was just as scared of the copy witch as of the real one.
"I'm s-sorry, my Q-Queen," Wikkabrik stammered, "I was j-just trying to g-get a r-ruler b-b-back, one that we could all s-stand by, you know."
The witch-copy sighed, "Then, although you have done a less-than mediocre job, you have done what you could. Guard!"
A small troll came out from the crowd, shaking in his moldy boots, "Yes, your majesty?"
"Take this dwarf out of my sight. Do not kill him; simply… make him do slave labor. That's all he's fit for now."
The troll nodded, and grabbed Wikkabrik by the collar, and dragged him (screaming) away.
The clone looked satisfied. "I need a Minotaur general, one who can take the place of my old one!"
None of the Minotaurs stirred, to frightened to even do that.
"You! Justerfie!" Jadis pointed to one of the Minotaurs hovering in the back.
"Yes, your Majesty?"
"You are now my lead General. You were one of my old one's commanders, you will do well. Do not prepare your troops for battle yet, though. We must wait to see what the reigning children do, maybe even cause some terrorism. Can you handle that?"
"Yes, your Majesty. I believe I can cause some terrorism, especially in the north and west."
"Good! Gather the faithful, Bombu, you who doubted Wikkabrik as you should have. You have proved a resourceful and logical giant, are you up to the task?"
"With honor, your Majesty," Bombu was the only one in the audience not trembling, he knew who the Queen really was and what a copy wouldn't ever be able to cover.
"Excellent!" and Jadis laughed.
"What are we going to do?" Lucy whispered, crying silently. All the terrible beasts with their new ruler had gone, leaving Lucy and Edmund in the bushes, scared out of their wits.
"We must go back to the others, warn them before the witch becomes public, at least. We will stop her before she gets a firm hold," Edmund, who was too frightened to cry, held his weeping sister.
"Let us go," Lucy wept, "this place is too evil for me to even bee here a second longer."
Edmund helped Lucy up, and they walked back to their horses, who had tried to run away in fright. And the two young monarchs rode away, hoping that they could conquer this new evil, and save Narnia again.
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