Prompt #240: Discuss someone who scares you
The first thing I noticed about her was that she was beautiful.
That made her all the more terrifying, in some ways, as she entered Aslan’s camp. The stories they told about her later never captured the whole of her; Jadis was like one of her many statues, hard and cold and perfectly formed.
The snow had melted entirely by the time she arrived, and the new clothes we’d been given were far more comfortable than the coats from the wardrobe. I still grabbed Susan’s hand when I saw her and wondered if I could really be brave enough to fight, if that’s what she’d come for.
I was very young, and I may have been called Queen already, but I wasn’t trained in anything yet to help me realize that she’d never just attack so. War at home was always there, on the edge of your thoughts, but the only experience I had with it was hiding from bombs and being sent away from my mother. The rules of battle-formal and informal, the ones your follow and the ones you break if you must-were not things I had any knowledge of.
Her leaving Edmund behind was a joy, but watching her walk away with the confidence in her step scared me more than ever.
And then night came, and I saw her in all her glory, or whatever passes for that with her ilk. The certainty in her voice as she spoke was as chilling as any snow she’d brought to Narnia.
The look on her face when she plunged the dagger into the golden flesh, though, is the one that I still see in my nightmares and the one that waited for me on an island where dreams come true.
Muse: Lucy Pevensie
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Word Count: 294
That made her all the more terrifying, in some ways, as she entered Aslan’s camp. The stories they told about her later never captured the whole of her; Jadis was like one of her many statues, hard and cold and perfectly formed.
The snow had melted entirely by the time she arrived, and the new clothes we’d been given were far more comfortable than the coats from the wardrobe. I still grabbed Susan’s hand when I saw her and wondered if I could really be brave enough to fight, if that’s what she’d come for.
I was very young, and I may have been called Queen already, but I wasn’t trained in anything yet to help me realize that she’d never just attack so. War at home was always there, on the edge of your thoughts, but the only experience I had with it was hiding from bombs and being sent away from my mother. The rules of battle-formal and informal, the ones your follow and the ones you break if you must-were not things I had any knowledge of.
Her leaving Edmund behind was a joy, but watching her walk away with the confidence in her step scared me more than ever.
And then night came, and I saw her in all her glory, or whatever passes for that with her ilk. The certainty in her voice as she spoke was as chilling as any snow she’d brought to Narnia.
The look on her face when she plunged the dagger into the golden flesh, though, is the one that I still see in my nightmares and the one that waited for me on an island where dreams come true.
Muse: Lucy Pevensie
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Word Count: 294