"You know, in our world Witches fly around on brooms," Lucy says.

"Lucy! It's very rude to call people witches," Susan scolds her little sister.

"But I am a witch," I reply, then turn to Lucy. "I ought to try that."

"But how would you get one?" She asks, and instead of answering, I reach out my hand into the smokeless fire and grab a small twig, shorter than a mouse's tail, and sparks that seem to be within the twig begin to crawl out from my fingers, and as the first sparks that came from my fingers hit the edges, they seem to be pulling the edges of the twig, forcing it to grow until it is the length of my feet to my shoulders. The sparks separate from the stick and create thousands of bristles on the end of it. The sparks don't die away, but stay sparkling on the ends of the bristles. I look up to see Lucy's awed expression.

"Like this one?" I ask. Lucy nods, and I ask to borrow her knife to fix the imperfections, like the bark , rough edges, and stubs sticking out.

When I finish, I grab the blade and hand it back to her.

"Thank you" she says, and I nod as a you're welcome.

"Shall I try it?" I ask.

"Oh yes please," She replies. I get on and grab the end of the broom, commanding it to fly. It lifts off the ground and I fly it in a circle then land it again. Lucy claps and I curtsy playfully causing Lucy to giggle and I come sit back down at the fire.

"Thanks for the idea Lucy, this could come in handy if there is ever a battle," I say. Lucy smiles ear to ear and I smile back. "Anyway, I think it might be time to get to bed," I stand up and they do the same, Lucy rubbing her eyes. I make the musician symbol to end and the fire goes out.

"It's dark," Lucy says, I light a fireball in my hand and it lights the way to our tent, where we crawl into our makeshift beds and fall asleep.

~🔥~

I wake up early, when the sun hasn't even risen and the other girls are still asleep. I change into a simple red dress and head outside to see that no one else is up. I start to see the sun peek over the horizon, and just watch the sunrise. As half of the sun is visible, Edmund comes out of his tent, he jumps to see that I'm awake too, and I watch as Aslan leads him to a hill to talk. I continue to watch the sunrise and when it's risen, I stand up and people start to come out of their tents, including Susan and Lucy.

"Early bird, aren't you?" Susan asks. I look back at her and nod. Peter walks out of his tent and heads for the two sisters. I notice Aslan coming our way and turn back to them.

"I should get going," I say and leave the siblings alone. I grab my broomstick and head to a field where I mount it and start to practice. The Pevensies come to a table and have their breakfast. I see that mine is set out too and I land and start walking to the breakfast table.

"It's time we get going," Peter says to his siblings.

"Not meaning to snoop in on your conversation, but we need you, but we're not going to force you to stay," I say.

"She's right, we can't just leave this battle for them to fight on their own," Susan says as I start to eat. Susan gets up and starts walking.

"Where are you going?" Lucy asks.

"Getting some practice," Susan says grabbing her quiver. Lucy follows her to where the targets are.

"Who are you anyway?" Peter asks.

"My name is Udia, meaning 'Fire of Aslan' and I'm a fire witch. I've been waiting for you and your siblings for a hundred years, I haven't aged from fifteen since," I say.

"You probably know this already, but I'm Peter Pevensie, and Ed and I should 'train'," he says and I laugh a little, they're probably just going to go sword fight for fun.

"It was nice meeting you," I say.

"And you too," he replies. I head off to where the other girls are. They point out some of the black spots on the targets.

"I was actually wondering what those were, do you know?" Lucy says.

"That was when I was practicing my aim, fireballs," I say.  I walk over to the side of the training ground and start to weave some fire through my fingers, just using it as a fidget. Peter and Edmund come into the training ground, sword playing and shouting things like "on guard!" At each other. I chuckle and Mr. Beaver comes in.

"The witch...." he said, and then noticed me, "the white witch... has demanded a meeting with Aslan. She's on her way here." 

I stand up quickly, and head over to the main camp as the joy on everyone's face wipes away.

"What do you think is going to happen?" Lucy asks.

"I don't know, but everything is going to be okay, we have to trust Aslan," I reply.

"Yeah Lu, everything is going to be okay," Peter said, exchanging a concerned look with me as we arrive to the main camp where the White Witch is already waiting, she stands up, walking toward Aslan, shooting Edmund a nasty look as she goes by.

"You have a traitor in your midst, Aslan," Jadis says.

"His offense was not against you," Aslan replies.

"Have you forgotten the laws on which Narnia was built?" the White Witch says.

"Don't cite the deep magic to me, witch, I was there when it was written," Aslan growls.

"Then you will remember well that every traitor belongs to me, his blood is my property," Jadis snaps back. I created a fireball as Peter and a few others draw their swords.

"Try and take him then," Peter says, surprising me with his boldness, having only now come into Narnia to fight. 

"Do you really think that mere force will deny me my right?" The Witch asks, "Little king."

Peter lowers his sword, giving a sad look as I disengage my fireball.

"As you know if I don't have blood as the law demands," she says, turning around to face the entire camp, "all of Narnia will be overturned, and perish in fire and water," she points to Edmund, "That boy will die on the stone table, as is tradition," she turns to Aslan, "You dare not refuse me."

"Enough, I shall talk with you alone," Aslan says.

We sit, fidgeting until Aslan comes out, and we all stand up.

"She has renounced a claim on the son of Adam's blood," He says.

"How do I know your promise will be kept?" Jadis asks. Aslan lets out a mighty roar, causing the White Witch to sit down, and everyone begins to cheer, except for me, I see sorrow in Aslan's eyes, and can't help but feel the same sorrow. He begins to walk away and I follow him.

"Aslan, what's wrong?" I ask.

"You must promise to take care of the Pevensies," Aslan says.

"I have already vowed to," I say.

"I know, I will not be here tomorrow, so you must take care of them," He says.

"Why?" I ask.

"That, I cannot tell you," Aslan says.

"Will I ever see you again?" 

"It is possible," Aslan replies, and I wrap my arms around his mane again, not knowing what is going to happen but only that it is going to affect him, a lot.