Post by katrina on Oct 22, 2008 19:59:13 GMT -4
Here, in the moutains, few things lived for the time being. The presence of the shape-changeing lion that had taken refuge here so long ago had driven most of the fauna away. The earth was stone and the air was thin so high above the sea. Higher still, from where she stood, snow coated the ground at an altude too cold for rain to come. A single peak rose higer being nothing more than a chunk of stone, being too high for even the clouds to reach.
Katrina wandered here, her wand tightly in hand, as she reached the small remains of a split willow. It was from this tree that her wand had been formed from. So many moons of singing had been put into that young tree that held no life now. The only proof that it had ever lived was the fact that she held a small part of it, known to her people as the heartrings, known as simply the trees center to humans, was in her hand now embedded with a dragon heartstring.
How dare she, The thought came again and again. She hurt Caspian, she left him. Caspian would die without her by his side, he had made that clear enough. And still she left without any true reason. She had toyed with his heart intentionaly for this purpose. All she wanted was to see him break. Caspian deserved far more than the lieing, miserable, cheating, self-absorbed, self-indulding, dung-splattered, villinous, yellow-bellied, tallow-faced, runt of a bastard toad that was the gentle queen. Yet she had fooled him. She had cheated her way into his heart only to let him fall. Her emotions boiled only with anger, more so than ever before. Her love for Caspian, her pride in her strength and wand-weilding, both combined could not compare to this anger that consumed and controled her body. She had wounded Susan last time she had seen her, but the witch was still alive and that alone was something that could be punished.
Movement.
Some creature bounded out of the world around her that she had become obvlious to in her hatered for Susan and her plots to end the life of the queen. Both startled and wanting an outlet for this anger she raised her wand torward the incredibly nimble beast and shouted her spell, "Duro!" Light shone from her wand for an instant and the creature fell, silent as the stone that he had become. The creature was a faun, with it's goat legs and tail coated in stone now. She could not tell the color of his fur, hair, or torso now that all of his skin was coated with the dull gray color, but she was certain she had seen this face before. He had looked torwards her, following the sound he heard suddenly, only to scream something as he knew something was happening. His face was now locked that way, eternaly in fear. For a moment she had wondered what a fawn was doing this far into the moutains, but she decided she didn't care. She kicked the stone away and sat on a boulder next to it.
"You would understand, wouldn't you," she said as though her statue could speak, "I will protect Caspian from any further pain with my doing. Perhaps he will die as well, but at least he would have no more pain." She looked to the statue again, and then back at the stars as they turned far above her.
"He dosen't love me," She said to them, "He will never love me agian. Everything I loved is in him and now he's forsaken me for a traitor. Is this Aslan's will that I should lose my love to her. Is is Aslan's will for me to suffer? Is this your way of punishment for my crime of killing my good lord and king? I have asked forgiveness of my crime and worked countless moons to repent what I have done, but I would do more if it be your will, O great lion." She dropped her head as she realized she was crying. She didn't know why and didn't care. She was only glad that no beast, save for her stone audiance, could see her and speak of her weakness and shame to another. "If only he loved me," Her voice had lowered almost to a whisper at this point, "Why dose he not love me? What have I lost or gained to let his hear wander so far from me? What can I do to have him back? Why dosen't he love me . . . why can't he love me?"
She shook her head and held her wand tight, pressing it to her arm close to her elbow. "Diffindo," She said and a thin line of blood appeared on her arm. She whiped it away unsatified with the result it gave. She moved the point of her wand further down, closer to her wrist then and repeated the spell twice. This time two lines appeared searing her body with pain. It did not ease the pain in her heart, but it distracted her from it. Suddenly affraid of bleeding to death she sucked the marks on her arms until she could taste no blood and then pressed them with her other hand. Even she would admit it had made her feel better, if only by a little, as she rocked herself on her rock.
Katrina wandered here, her wand tightly in hand, as she reached the small remains of a split willow. It was from this tree that her wand had been formed from. So many moons of singing had been put into that young tree that held no life now. The only proof that it had ever lived was the fact that she held a small part of it, known to her people as the heartrings, known as simply the trees center to humans, was in her hand now embedded with a dragon heartstring.
How dare she, The thought came again and again. She hurt Caspian, she left him. Caspian would die without her by his side, he had made that clear enough. And still she left without any true reason. She had toyed with his heart intentionaly for this purpose. All she wanted was to see him break. Caspian deserved far more than the lieing, miserable, cheating, self-absorbed, self-indulding, dung-splattered, villinous, yellow-bellied, tallow-faced, runt of a bastard toad that was the gentle queen. Yet she had fooled him. She had cheated her way into his heart only to let him fall. Her emotions boiled only with anger, more so than ever before. Her love for Caspian, her pride in her strength and wand-weilding, both combined could not compare to this anger that consumed and controled her body. She had wounded Susan last time she had seen her, but the witch was still alive and that alone was something that could be punished.
Movement.
Some creature bounded out of the world around her that she had become obvlious to in her hatered for Susan and her plots to end the life of the queen. Both startled and wanting an outlet for this anger she raised her wand torward the incredibly nimble beast and shouted her spell, "Duro!" Light shone from her wand for an instant and the creature fell, silent as the stone that he had become. The creature was a faun, with it's goat legs and tail coated in stone now. She could not tell the color of his fur, hair, or torso now that all of his skin was coated with the dull gray color, but she was certain she had seen this face before. He had looked torwards her, following the sound he heard suddenly, only to scream something as he knew something was happening. His face was now locked that way, eternaly in fear. For a moment she had wondered what a fawn was doing this far into the moutains, but she decided she didn't care. She kicked the stone away and sat on a boulder next to it.
"You would understand, wouldn't you," she said as though her statue could speak, "I will protect Caspian from any further pain with my doing. Perhaps he will die as well, but at least he would have no more pain." She looked to the statue again, and then back at the stars as they turned far above her.
"He dosen't love me," She said to them, "He will never love me agian. Everything I loved is in him and now he's forsaken me for a traitor. Is this Aslan's will that I should lose my love to her. Is is Aslan's will for me to suffer? Is this your way of punishment for my crime of killing my good lord and king? I have asked forgiveness of my crime and worked countless moons to repent what I have done, but I would do more if it be your will, O great lion." She dropped her head as she realized she was crying. She didn't know why and didn't care. She was only glad that no beast, save for her stone audiance, could see her and speak of her weakness and shame to another. "If only he loved me," Her voice had lowered almost to a whisper at this point, "Why dose he not love me? What have I lost or gained to let his hear wander so far from me? What can I do to have him back? Why dosen't he love me . . . why can't he love me?"
She shook her head and held her wand tight, pressing it to her arm close to her elbow. "Diffindo," She said and a thin line of blood appeared on her arm. She whiped it away unsatified with the result it gave. She moved the point of her wand further down, closer to her wrist then and repeated the spell twice. This time two lines appeared searing her body with pain. It did not ease the pain in her heart, but it distracted her from it. Suddenly affraid of bleeding to death she sucked the marks on her arms until she could taste no blood and then pressed them with her other hand. Even she would admit it had made her feel better, if only by a little, as she rocked herself on her rock.