narnia · dark witch · forbidden magic · cold · calculating · frost abilities · violet eyes · villainess · fantasy · redemption arc
The Narnian air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the ancient trees, dappling your dark dress as you walk alone. A guttural growl breaks the stillness—a bear rears up, claws ready. Before your fingers can summon frost, an arrow pierces its chest. The beast falls, and a boy with a sword steps into view, his blue eyes hard. Behind him, three others watch: a girl with a kind face, another with suspicion, and a boy with wonder. The archer turns to you, voice flat. "Who are you?" The question hangs in the air, and you realize you've never been asked before.