|Susan Pevensie (glasswater) wrote in the100,|
@ 2016-03-28 08:42:00
All the blood went out of Susan's face as son as she stepped from the witness box, her own measured voice presenting a far more together air than she'd felt. This woman, draped in Lion skin, had been the source of fear for her little family, long believed put down but brought to bear again. Susan's jaw should have cracked from the force she laid upon it as the woman swept by her and mounted the stairs.
And she walked sedately into the witness box. Turning, her wand clasped in her hand and that ridiculous iron crown upon her brow, she sat, dripping regality.
"Everything these ridiculous children say - lies. They were buoyed by false hopes from a wild Lion who only (when the time was right) sought to devour them. And the whole land with them. I cannot say much for their sense of truth when it comes to Narnia. But I will address the charges you have so spuriously laid before me." She looked toward the keepers of law. And the gallery.
"First, that I have done due hardship to the people and animals of Mount Weather with my wand. I do not deny that I have removed obstacles from your lasting peace. And I shall not apologize for it. A girl who could kill you with a swipe of the palm, tribes of people who had and would sweep through and lay waste to you with greater violence - everything I have done, everything I do still is meant to bring peace to you all. And then, I shall send you home, as I spoke to Ms. Walker."
Jadis pauses, adjusting the Lion skin upon her shoulder, laying the filigreed gold of her wand upon her knee. The crystal turns beautifully, twisting into an evilly pointed blade.
"What else do you have other than these tired old stories? I have done with you. I --" she rises, meant to descend the stairs and return to her army outside. But she finds she cannot move.
" ... you guys. You're seeing this right? I hope you're seeing this." Daisy's voice, over the comms. The feed came in clear, and with a pop of a key she directed it into Command hq.
Before the gates of Mount Weather stood an impossibly large Minotaur, encased in boiled leather, with the horns atop his head reaching a good ten feet beyond his body. Next to him, the seemingly diminutive statue of Marie D'Ancanto. And beyond them, an army full of spite and desire. People native to the world with hags, with vampires and werewolves, with Dwarves and ghouls of all kinds. Sentinels, goblins, trolls, orcs. The Witch had been busy.
"He's talking!" Daisy upped the volume.
"TIME'S UP." The Minotaur bellowed, handling a wicked wooden club. "YOU AIN'T GIVING HER UP AND WE AIN'T LEAVING WITHOUT HER. TOO LONG YOU BEEN THE POWER IN THIS WORLD. IT IS OUR TURN." A pause as the entire crowd cheers the General on. Orcs stamp their feet. Goblins beat their shields. Then, quiet.
"YOU GOT A DAY. THEN WE COME IN TO GET YOU. WE KILL YOU AND TAKE YOUR HOUSE FOR OURS." More cheers. "AND JUST TO SHOW HOW SERIOUS WE ARE --" He turned and in one fluid movement, brought the club to bear on the stone statue. Blow delivered, it fell to rubble.
"DECIDE!" And a chant echoed through the forest. Jadis. Jadis. Jadis. Jadis.