"I set out to rule the world
With only a paper shield and a wooden sword
No mountain dare stand in my way
Even the oceans tremble in my wake"
— East, by Sleeping at Last
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The broken shards of her wand had been driven into the earth. A layer of frost and snow surrounded them. It crunched under her bare feet as she stepped closer, mesmerized by the way the air crackled and flickered there.
She could smell something familiar. Something she'd seen long ago.
Cobbled streets and tall buildings. Smoke and smog. Shouts and din so unlike her world. So unlike Aslan's world.
A rift began to form in the air above her wand.
She stepped closer, reaching out a hand. She didn't have any power in Aslan's world. Not any more. Not since those four conniving children had stolen it all away. Their precious Tree of Protection ensured that.
But the world beyond the rift called to her.
Jadis stuck her hand through, and a single snowflake fell onto her hand.
She smiled.
"Oh Just King," Jadis called. "I am coming."