I'm really sorry if this sequel has disappointed anyone. I really enjoyed making these two stories, but I feel like I was losing inspiration, and this will be the before last chapter. If you guys want an epilogue, just drop a review, and I'll be glad to do a final effort for this sequel.
Omniscient POV
Thalia rushed out of the castle. Ignoring all protestation diffusing from various creatures or guards, and in particular, Edmund's. She was determined to save Jason. She did not care no more for what other's thought, or even the impact of her acts. She did not care. Jason was all she could think of, and Jason was all that was important.
She rushed onto her horse. It was early in the morning, and yet the sky was dark with rain clouds. Even as large droplets fell onto her face, Thalia did not stop, not even when the rain turned into a storm. She rushed into the forest, and for many hours still, she rode into the heart of the forest, where she knew the white witch was with her brother. She knew now that the person in her dream, the one she had mistaken for herself, was Jason. Jason had been manipulated into bringing the knife. As he would get closer to where the spirit of White Witch was held, The Evil White Lady would become stronger and more and more alive. What he did not know was that for her to be fully resurrected, the blood of the person who would carry the knife to her must die.
The more she got close, the colder it got, and the more she knew she might not make it in time. As the horse grew tired, she jumped off, and started running on foot.
She got there, exactly when Jason was walking up the altar. Around him were few creatures which still lived in the name of the Witch. The ghost of the witch, which was becoming more opaque with every step Jason took, was smiling crudely. Thalia notched an arrow.
As the knife brushed the witch's fingertips, she released the arrow. The Witch saw the arrow, and moved out of its trajectory. She was almost fully solid. She saw Thalia and ordered the creatures to attack. She tried to grab the knife from Jason, but it not work. He had to give it to her, not her take it from him. Jason looked at Thalia with pleading eyes, imploring her to understand. Thalia deliberately dodged all the creatures, trying to reach Jason before he would give the knife to the witch.
She did not make it.
Jason laid the knife into the Witch's hand, and an explosion of ice occurred. A crude laugh erupted from the lips of the Witch. She then walked towards Jason, who had fallen back from the force of the explosion, holding her knife up to strike him. Thalia screamed out to Jason.
As the knife was thrown down, Thalia closed her eyes. A Minotaur was holding her away from her brother, and even if she did manage escape from his grasp, she was too far. She had failed. Narnia was going to be destroyed. Jason was going to die. And she could do nothing to stop it.
A scream pierced the air. A shrill, woman voice. Thalia opened her eyes. The Minotaur had let her go, and tthe creatures were fleeing. Jason was kneeled next to a body, weeping shamelessly. The White Witch was nowhere to be seen.
And on the ground laid Thalia's only true love.
Edmund.
Dead.