Author's note. Back again, for another chappie. This one is kinda like the part two to the last chapter. Its what happened to Susan while in the care of the White Witch. Its kinda like the last chapter, and the ending isn't very good but enjoy anyways!. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I only own the plotline. OK, enjoy and remember to review!. Thanks.
Deep in the Western Woods, The White Witch and her trusted dwarf Ginnabrik, once more descended the stairs towards the dungeons, a potion bottle tightly in her grip, and a deadly smirk upon her lips. Ginnabrik also had one of those nasty smiles played on his lips, for he knew that this was the last thing they needed, before the plan was complete.
Finally, the gates where in view and they creaked as the witch pushed past them and entered with Ginnabrik, her smile now full upon her lips. As the creak of the gates rung through the dank dungeon, the Minotaur, Ogre, Hag and Bull monster looked up from where they crowded around a long table that held their victim. They then noticed the navy blue potion in its bottle in her hands. "Is this the last one then, your Majesty?" the Minotaur asked, looking from the bottle to the queen.
"If he says so, he is the expert in this sort of thing." The witch answered, walking towards them. "And he has never been wrong so far, so we must trust what he says." She said, coming to stop at the table's edge. She stared down wide-eyed at the girl laid out before them. Susan was laid out on the table, unconscious since they first poured the first potion into her. The potions man advised the witch to pour several potions into her, they would poison her mind, and she will forget her past life.
The potion will seep into her mind, and poison it, turning her whole self evil and onto their side, this potion, the witch held in her hands, was the last to be poured. With every potion she was given, Susan's features became less vibrant and beautiful. Her shiny raven hair became limp and seeming to not only loose its beauty, but the raven color also seemed to fade out from its strands. It now became a sort of white. Her already pale skin
turned even paler, and now it looked as if she was dying.
The livid color of blue in her eyes became paler, and instead of showing love and gentleness, they showed hatred and anger. Susan's usual rosy cheeks lost its color and faded into the color her skin now turned. The witch smiled at this transformation, loving the effects this was to causing to Susan's appearance. She could only hope the same effects were internal as well. Her mind being clouded from her family now far away, and they would see them as enemies.
The same with her heart. It too is clouded from her loving family, and instead of telling her to go back to them, tell her to kill them. The witch could only hope as she made her way to the head of the table, where she was to give Susan the final potion, never taking her eyes off of Susan conscious before them. "What if the potion doesn't work, and the Daughter of Eve does remember her family?" the minotaur asked as the witch took her place at Susan's head.
At this, the witch stopped and looked at her minion with somewhat of a glare in her eye. "Then we shall kill her if she tried to get back to Narnia, and we shall kill him for giving us false hope and instructions" the witch spat, before turning her attention back towards Susan. Silence filled the dungeon, the anticipation mounted as they kept silent for a moment. The witch then turned to her left and nodded to the Hag.
The Hag came forth, and roughly took Susan's jaw line with one claw like hand, and titled her head back with the other claw like hand, forcing Susan's mouth open and unknowingly to receive the last bit of the potion. It was just like before the witch plunged the knife down onto the captured Aslan, that night on the Stone Table. The witch and her monster minions crowded around the table and waited for the moment Susan would be theirs.
The witch then brought out the potion bottle and held it above Susan's awaiting mouth, as she addressed her monsters. "With this potion, we will finally gain one of the Daughters of Eve." She announced throughout the dungeons. "The once Gentle Queen will turn against her land, against her family and against Aslan. And this will be the downfall of Narnia once more" she continued. "But what Aslan and the new monarchs of Narnia have lost, we shall regain, and Narnia shall once and for all be ours!" she said, letting out a cheer with the rest of the monsters echo through the dungeons in celebration.
Unbeknownst to them, in their high spirited celebration, they did not notice footsteps ringing down the stairs towards them, and the potions man appear out of the corner, just before the gates. However, he did not enter the dungeon and join in with the celebration. He'd heard the witch's announcement from where he worked in his potions room, and decided on coming down to watch the witch finally pour the potion into the young girl's mouth.
Finally, the witch called for silence with a wave of her hand, and stepped up close to the table to get as close and she could to Susan. With that, she gently lowered the bottle closer and closer towards the girl, the silence settled once more uneasily over the witch's monsters as they watched her lower it to her mouth. Then, a smile crept to the witch's lips, as she began to tip the edge of the bottle closer to Susan's lips, watching as the potion gently began to flow through Susan's lips, making its way into her system.
Once the last drop was poured, the witch retracted her hand quickly, and the Hag let go of her face, and all the monsters waited patiently for anything, anything at all to happen. Once more they were all forced to wait, still the witch and her minions were so caught up in it all, that they didn't realize the potions man at the gates, a wide smile crossed his lips, as he too waited. Finally, after seeming like an eternity, they noticed that Susan's hand started to twitch.
They watched, breathes all held, as Susan began to awaken, her fingers flexed and her feet moved, her chest began a gentle rhythm as she began to breath. Her features became paler, and her eyes suddenly shot open to reveal her dark and clouded eyes. All stayed quiet, as Susan then closed her eyes tight, and suddenly sat up, holding a hand to her forehead as if she had a headache. After a moment, Susan opened her eyes once more, and looked around her.
They waited as she observed all that was around her, waiting for the high-pitched scream that would soon escape her lips like when they captured her at Cair Paravel. However, it never came, and a dark aura seemed to settle among the once Gentle Queen. "What are you all staring at?" Susan suddenly snapped at the creatures staring blankly back at her.
All stayed silent and the monsters stared confused and taken back for a moment.
Susan once more placed a hand over her forehead. "What happened to me?" she questioned to no one particular. The white witch suddenly stepped forward, taking this as an advantage to test Susan's new spirit. "You were attacked, during a battle with Aslan and the new monarchs of Narnia" the witch explained. Hearing the witch's voice, Susan suddenly turned to her side and her expression suddenly turned to surprise.
The witch thought that this meant it was all over, however, she was taken by surprise as Susan suddenly leapt down from the table and knelt before her. " Your Majesty. You have been recreated at last!" she bowed before the witch, taking everyone by surprise. The potion's man still watching in the corner smiled happily, before disappearing once more up the stairs. "I am forever in your service, my queen!" Susan then proclaimed further, the witch stared in shock, then a wicked smile curved her lips.
"Then welcome sister. It is good to have you on our side!" the witch smirked, helping Susan to her feet, which she mirrored the witch's smile. "You must listen now, Sister. For something very important has suddenly come up" the witch's voice suddenly became serious and Susan listened intensively. "Aslan has sensed my return and has sent the Kings after me, however, I was never found. But, we are to battle to claim Narnia from Aslan and the three little brats!. Will you help me?" the witch ordered. Susan's face once more broke out in an evil smile. "We shall reclaim Narnia, my queen!" she announced.
With that, The White Witch, Susan, Ginnabrik and the rest of the monsters returned up stairs to further plan their attack. The group arrived in the throne room and there the witch told her new minion of what their plan was so far. She was glad that Susan seemed to like it, and added in a few ideas of her own. The plan was going along perfectly. They were almost ready for their attack on Aslan and the monarchs, but Susan needed training before she was to go into battle.
"Sister, go to the armory and practice with the weapons there, you will need the training before battle" the white witch ordered Susan, in which she nodded and bowed before leaving for the armory. As she rounded the corner and made her way down the hall, she suddenly stopped in her tracks to see a man, leaned up against a wall, watching her. Susan was surprised by his expression, a happy yet taunting smile played on his lips, yet she found his seemingly dangerous attitude to be quite sexy in a way.
"Going to the armory?" He suddenly spoke up, the smile never leaving his lips. Susan seemed caught off guard by her thoughts, and seemed to become nervous, a blush suddenly coming to her pale, dead like cheeks. She nodded, and his smile grew, as he pushed off the wall and made his way towards her. "You'll need plenty of practice if you want to defeat the great monarchs of Narnia, and the great lion" said the man, stopping before her.
Susan stayed quite for a moment, the blush deepened on her cheeks, however a flash of anger suddenly shot through her eyes. " I don't care, I could easily overpower those jerks!" Susan suddenly spat with aggression, the man taken aback. However, Susan felt as if a sharp pain just runs across her heart. What was that?. "Well, since your so determined to do so, I shall personally escort you to the armory, seeing as you don't know your way?" the man asked, holding out his hand to her.
The blush deepened across her cheeks and she became unsure of this man. "That's stupid, I know my way around, and I don't need your help…" she retorted, but stopped suddenly as she didn't even know his name. "Oh, Trevor, my name's Trevor of Archenland" he said proudly, holding out his hand for Susan to take. Susan hesitated for a moment, but extended her hand to his, in which Trevor took it gladly, and suddenly kissed her hand gently.
Susan looked at him surprised, she felt as if she were to faint as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. "Pleasure I'm sure!" she spoke softly, a stupid smile coming to her lips. Trevor continued to stare at her as he finally released her hand, it dropped slowly to her side, as the two stayed silent. Trevor's plan was working all too perfectly!. The Gentle Queen of Narnia was now and evil dictator to her own country and already smitten with him.
At first, Trevor had to admit, he didn't like the idea of kidnapping one of the great monarchs of Narnia, why couldn't they just go along with the battle plan and go to war?. But once he realized it was Queen Susan, he was instantly smitten, and determined to make her fall for him. Of course, he'd heard about the great beauty of Susan and Lucy but apparently his imagination never came close to the beauty before him. He hoped, after all of this, that he could take her back to his home, where they can marry.
He'd escape if he had to, and the two would elope!. No matter what though, he swore to keep her. As Trevor was then pulled out of his thoughts, he realized that they had remained in silence for way to long. "Um, weren't we on our way to the armory?" he asked, snapping Susan from her love struck thoughts. She shook her head rapidly. "Um, yes!. You were to show me!" she said, a blush returning to her cheeks.
Another smile crept to Trevor's mischievous lips, as he took her hand once more. "Then I shall show you" he said in a low, almost seductive voice that sent pleasant shivers down Susan's spine. Susan gave a smile and a nod, and was once more lost in her lovely day dreams as he led her down the hallway. "Maybe I could even practice with you?" Trevor asked her, Susan seemed to be lost in thought. "Of course, anything you want!" Susan replied absent mindedly.
Author: Like I said, the ending isn't very good. To clearify something: the White Witch only called Susan "sister" because she considers her one of her own now, you know, since she's evil. So yea, hope you enjoyed it, please review!. Love ya guys!.