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Introduction

If there is one thing in my life I hated, it was my mother. She was power-hungry, ruthless and a lot of other things too. The word I – and every other creature in Narnia – would most often use to describe her was evil. A simple word yet it covered most parts of her nature and in all my years living in her palace I had never found a better one. She would kill without pity, turn creatures into stone and send the whole country into an endless winter and yet neither her magic nor her weaponry skills were what I would describe as the most dangerous part of her. She had a way of luring people in, of making them believe she was the kindest, most loving person ever and could fulfill all of their dearest wishes. In fact, I had once fallen under my mother's spell. For years, all I ever talked about was how I wished to be a kind, generous, fair ruler like her. It took years for me to see the person behind my mother's disguise, for me to realize what she really was underneath: Jadis, the White Witch, false queen of Narnia. It was then that I vowed I would never bow to her will, not fully anyway. I would do appear to do her bidding, to submit to her will and be the daughter and heiress she had always longed for but underneath, I would always be fighting, letting any poor creatures she asked me to chase down escape and fake their death, spying and gathering any information I could for the time when their could be a full uprising against her. One day, I told myself, I would rise against her openly, when the Four from the prophecy arrived.

The Witch had trained me personally in magic as soon as I showed any talent. I learned the use of magic in combat, daily life and the Ancient Magic, its strange language and the way to perform every kind of ritual and spell imaginable. I learned about the Deep magic too, the magic that had been around since the beginning of times, which defined the rules of magic as well as the most sacred laws of Narnia.

I was also trained in sword fighting. I learned to use a double-sided blade. It was slightly curved with thin incredibly thin, sharp blades that were connected by a black leather grip where I could hold it in order to twirl it around in a deadly dance. I could also break it into at the grip use it as two separate swords (pic on profile).

By the time I was sixteen I could use magic to do anything. I could manipulate the elements: fire, water, earth, air, light and darkness and could manipulate a blade expertly. It was then that it was decided that I was ready. Jadis had used an ancient ritual to make herself immortal a long time ago, sealing it with the taste of the apple of eternal life. It was this ritual that she forced upon me. I have not aged since.

Now, 71 years after that day, when I should be 87, I am still the as I was then: curly, dark blonde hair which stretches down to the middle of my back and which I usually wear half up, half down, ice blue eyes, same incredibly pale skin. I am unusually tall, like my mother, because of my giant blood(pics on profile). I always wear white, a symbol of my resistance against my mother, small and yet there all the same. White is purity and innocence, the very opposite of my mother. To her, though, it is my desire to be like her, to seem like a snow queen, a true heir to her. Let her believe what she will, I had long since stopped caring what she thought.

Many people knew me by a different identity then my true one. When she had started sending me out to do her dirty work, she had made sure to spread terrible rumors of her assassin, the Silver Dagger. Though I had never killed anyone, the Silver Dagger, the Queen's assassin, a fearless, merciless killer is feared almost as much as the Witch herself.

I had long wondered what would happen if I did not have that fearsome name to worry about, if I was known as Rayna instead of the Silver Dagger. Would anybody know about the lonely girl who spent her time in her glacial room in the Queen's palace that was filled with jewels and rich gowns that she did not want? Probably not, I had decided.

I had however made a few conquests over my mother, small as they were. I was able to save an ice dragon, Stormracer, from torture at the hands of the wolves. The dragon had become my dearest friend from that moment on. In fact, he was my only friend. We spent as much time as possible together and told each other everything. We even went together on missions for my mother, I riding on his back and flying where I wanted to go. He was a gigantic, white, feathered creature, with the biggest wingspan I had seen in any creature. He had a serpent-like tail with a few long feathers at its base. His neck was long and incredibly thick, ending in a feathered head. His eyes were white, underneath each eye was a strange swirling white design and his jaws were gigantic with perfectly white, long sharp fangs (pic on profile).

It has been a hundred years since the Witch took over Narnia, since the prophecy was made which predicted her downfall when the news of the humans arrived. I knew when I heard that the time of the Witch was drawing to a close that I would make sure that when the battle came she would fall.

I am Rayna, daughter of the White Witch, and this is my story.