"Ware! Look to the Witch."
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In celebration of Narnia's 73rd Publication Anniversary, here are the the next 3 of my 63 Narnia fan artworks
"Ware! Look to the Witch."
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In celebration of Narnia's 73rd Publication Anniversary, here are the the next 3 of my 63 Narnia fan artworks
There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames | n.g.
@narnianetwork voyage 3: International Women’s Day - Ladies of Narnia (3/5)
it remains dormant on earth of course, for there is no need of dragons there and it certainly is no place for them, but when eustace is put in situations of high, high risk in narnia, it can't help but come out instinctively.
the poor boy doesn't figure this out until it happens.
eustace never had a particular desire to die, but he gave himself no choice in the split second moment he takes to dive in front of prince rilian. for an old friend such as caspian, he would give his life to him and his family as many times as they'd need, even if he only had one to spare. a proper act of sacrifice, he reasons to himself, much nobler in comparison to what he did last time he was in narnia. lucy and edmund would be very proud, wouldn't they?
jill covers her eyes and screams.
but what should have been human skin caught on the witch's serpent fangs turns brittle and cold, like the hardened scales of a dragon's hide. the sorceress flies backwards and releases a piercing screech.
prince rilian shakes jill, begs her to open her eyes. she shakes her head. she can't, she won't. eustace is dead. eustace is dead!
an unfamiliar roar reverberates throughout the dark castle. oh no. jill finally peeks through her fingers, a new bout of fright expelling her grief. what now? hasn't she suffered enough? but her hands fall quickly to her side and she stumbles back, looking, up, up, up.
standing between her, rilian, and the serpent, stood a gallant dragon, one that towered over the two humans and blew fire into the air.
"eustace?" jill whispers.
eustace stares down the lady of the green kirtle in the eyes and grins. why, this evens out the playing field, doesn't it? his snout flares and he roars once more.
you will pay for what you've done, witch.
oh, if only reepicheep were here to see him now.