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The army gathers in front of Cair Paravel. The White Witch's and the Tisroc's forces cover a lot of ground and Elvira can't even see the ending of it when she casts a look over shoulder.

The mass of soldiers stretches far towards the horizon and the giants tower far above the others.

Elvira looks straight ahead again when the gates of the castle open and the Narnian army streams out of it, the Kings and Queens of Old and the Seafarer King at the front line.

Just like Elvira, they're seated on horses and they order their army to a halt a few hundred meters away from their opponents. A heavy tension lingers in the air as the wind whistles over the ground.

Elvira smirks, her vibrant blue eyes in strong contrast with her dark skin. Narnia will be theirs.

A giant roars and the black dwarves sound their battle horn, the deep sound echoing over the field.

The Narnian army shoots forward, shouting battle cries in Aslan's name, but Elvira lifts her sword in the air as a sign for her own army. She lets out an inhuman cry and the armies collide with each other.

Swords clash against swords and the armour clatters as it deflects blow after blow. The giants mow down dozens of soldiers at once with their wooden clubs and soon the field is not only covered in grass but with pools of dark blood as well.

Salvador and Peter try to fight their way over towards Elvira who butchers down soldiers she used to call by name. The Narnians take it easy on her, afraid to kill the young woman who used to mend their wounds, but Elvira's deadly sword is driven by Jadis' hate. She sees nothing but people standing in the way of their goal.

Elvira growls in anger when one of the centaurs manages to push her off her horse with his lance. The sharp point is deflected by her armour but the force knocks her into the air and with a harsh thud she falls onto the blood-covered field.

Immediately, Elvira jumps up again as the Witch's spell prevents her from feeling any pain at all. She stabs the centaur heading for her right between his ribs, and the point of her sword comes out of his back. His eyes dim and the centaur collapses.

Elvira nods sharply at the elite soldiers she had hand-picked herself. They need to make their way to Cair Paravel's secret passageway now. The Calormenen soldiers salute and storm off in the direction Elvira had pointed them. Next to her, Rabadash orders his soldiers to go after Lucy and they chase her into the forest as she screams Susan's name in help, her shrill voice carrying far over the battling forces.

'Elvira!' Salvador shouts and Elvira snaps her head in his direction while he and Peter try to reach her. They strike down many Calormenen soldiers but every time they kill one, three more take their place. It is like an endless wave washing over them and their movements grow more tiresome by the minute.

'You're outnumbered, brother dear,' Elvira shouts, slicing a faun's throat with a wicked smile.

'This isn't you,' Salvador pants, pausing for a moment to look her right in her unnatural blue eyes. They're only a few meters apart, but it feels like hundreds of miles as the soldiers keep coming.

'This is the new me,' Elvira says and her eyes glaze over for a moment when an important memory of one of her soldiers travels through all of the army. Susan's quiver is empty and this time there is no one to rescue her.

'Narnia is dying piece by piece. Soldier after soldier, and soon, Queen after Queen,' Elvira says and the dark precognition turns Salvador's and Peter's blood into ice.

The High King whirls around when Lucy's shrill voice calls for their other brother. The youngest Queen flees out of the forest and even from this distance, they can see tears streaming out of her eyes as the siblings hug each other tightly.

Peter grunts when one of the Calormene soldiers takes this opportunity to inflict a wound and he slices off the soldier's head before crossing worried eyes with Salvador.

Elvira smirks. 'Tick tock, tick tock.'

'Go,' Salvador says to Peter who clearly wants to know what is going on. The High King rushes to his other siblings while Salvador continues his struggle to reach Elvira in the fighting chaos, but the Calormenen soldiers seem determined to not let him close the distance with even as much as an inch.

Salvador growls in frustration and a new wave of adrenaline rushes through his veins. He will not lose his sister. A red veil falls over his eyes and fury fills his mind as he continuously swings his sword up and down and slices it through enemies left and right. But then, finally, he stands with a heaving chest in front of his sister. He breathes heavily and the muscles in his arms tremble too much for him to lift his sword properly when another Calormene soldier rushes towards him.

Elvira, however, stops him by raising her hand, and Salvador gives her a curious look. She still looks like his sister he used to know, except for those unnatural blue eyes and expressionless face. She is deep under Jadis' control.

'So. . .' Elvira starts, waving away the soldier who wanted to attack Salvador and the soldiers around them attack other Narnians instead.

'You have reached me. What now?' she asks condescendingly.

'I-, I don't know,' Salvador pants, lowering his sword with an uncontrolled movement and he stabs the point in a grass clump. He leans heavily on the hilt, trying to catch his breath in the pause Elvira is allowing him. Who knows when she would order her soldiers to attack him again.

'The Gentle Queen is dead,' Elvira says with a nod in the direction of the mourning Pevensies. 'The others will soon follow, and you know it. Join the winning side, brother dear. There is no shame in that.'

Salvador shakes his head, his heart beating uneveningly in his chest. 'My sister would never say such things. These are Jadis' words.'

Elvira clacks her tongue in annoyance as she grows impatient, but Salvador ignores it, half closing his eyes.

'Do you remember when I told you,' he starts, visualizing a memory from long ago, 'you would be the proof someone could do anything once they set their mind to it? I believe you're still in there, Elvira. Set your mind to it, break free from Jadis' grasp. I know you can.'

Elvira takes in a sharp breath, stumbling a few paces back as Salvador's words ring through the shadows of her mind, resonating endlessly and growing in strength.

Salvador looks up by her sudden change of posture, but a sound to his right startles him as well. He tries to raise his sword until he notices Peter has joined his side once again. His eyes are bloodshot from the loss of his sister and he clenches his jaw as he tries to drive back his sadness.

Both of their attention is drawn back to Elvira, though, when she suddenly falls on her knees, clutching her head between her hands. She takes in a trembling breath and looks up, her eyes flickering between a blue and brown colour in a staccato rhythm.

'Elvira?' Salvador asks carefully while Peter crouches down in front of her. He reaches out with his hand, but Elvira shakes her head forcefully, her eyes continously flickering between the two colours and she still holds her sword.

Pain soars through her body as she tries to fight off Jadis' control, but it is so strong. . . With a lot of effort, she throws the sword away.

Her heart starts skipping beats and the pain runs through her veins like poison. She doesn't know how long she can do this. Her eyes dart between her brother and Peter, tears from guilt and agony running down her cheeks.

'I'm so sorry,' Elvira whispers with a shaky breath, but she flinches when another painful pang shoots through her body.

The darkness looms at the edge of her vision, and her gaze falls on the still-healing gash on Peter's throat. Driving back the shadows with all her might, Elvira gently touches the wound with her thumb.

'I'm truly sorry for what I did,' she said, looking in his eyes that soften in an instance. 'I never meant to hurt you. Jadis made me take your blood.'

Peter softly takes her hand in his own and presses hers against his cheek. 'I know you never wanted to hurt me.'

Elvira's cheeks heat up as a tingling sensation shoots between their intertwined hands.

'I never knew you could blush,' he says jokingly, and Elvira smiles while a lost tear slips out of the corner of her eye. Peter wipes it away with his other hand and gently rubs her cheek.

Elvira's eyes dart between his and his lips as the darkness wavers at the edge of her vision, but she suddenly realizes she loves him and his small gesture is giving her so much strength. Elvira places both of her hands around his face, pushing back the pain Jadis' spell is still torturing her with.

'Let me in, Elvira,' Peter pleads, taking both of her wrists and with all of the strength she can muster, Elvira bows forward. Her lips hover above his.

'I will,' she whispers before pressing her lips against his.

Peter answers it with deepening their kiss and he lets go of her wrists, wrapping his arms around her waist instead and pulling her closer.

Elvira's heart skips a beat and the darkness pushes against the edge of her mind, but she won't give in. She wants this more than anything, she wants him, and she wants to be his. She belongs to Peter and there's nothing Jadis can do to prevent that from happening.

When they pull away, both gasping for air, Elvira smiles widely. The vibrant blue disappears out of her eyes and the darkness is nothing more than a forgotten memory in the back of her mind. Her body is filled with love, the agony can't reach her anymore.

Her brown eyes meet Peter's and he laughs in relief. He tightens his grip on her waist and their lips collide in passion once again.

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