Jadis
Legacy Name: Jadis

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After her successful resurrection (despite previous failed attempts), Jadis, the one true ruler and queen of Narnia, seeks to count her losses and rebuild her once formidable army of followers and slaves once more. She knows no mercy and will punish even the most loyalist of subjects, should they even consider choosing to take the previous 'winner', Lord Aslan's, side in the next, upcoming battle for supremacy.

To start her conquest to become queen once more, Jadis desires to resurrect her most faithful and sturdy servant- a man carved from the ice that comes with her terrible reign. He is the only one she dares to put her 'trust' in after her defeat and overthrowing, especially now that she is so weak from being brought to her knees. Without her servant to pander to her fragile state and with her grandeur dwindling, the wicked witch stands next to no hope of getting back what she see's as rightfully 'hers'. Recreating him, with the last of her current power, is the only shot she has at overthrowing the 'good' Aslan has left behind in his legacy.

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As the witch gazed upon the man she had just carved from the walls of surrounding ice, a lone tear dared to stray from her pale emerald eyes- only to crystallize on her frosty cheek. It was during that moment, that the merciless tyrant extended a single, pale hand towards the face of her creation- so that her tentative and trembling fingertips could hesitantly stroke at his frozen flesh. She had not forgiven his betrayal, nor had she forgotten the pain he had caused her. The witch had put all of her trust into her single creation and had never expected to be on the bitter end of deceit, not from someone born from her own cruel magic. With her pallid lips curling in frustration and heart wreathing in pent up anger, Jadis withdrew the shaking hand she had so tenderly been using to caress at the statues cheek- so that she could violently swing it and place a single, ice-shattering slap upon his strong features. The force of her brutal palm was more than enough to crack the very foundation of the soulless shell and shatter it from the inside out. With each solid piece of ice fragmenting under the impact and exploding into a deadly array of beautiful, yet sharp shards, the white witch found her own flawless skin nicked at by the very ice she had summoned. A faint splash of crimson now stained her winter-kissed cheek alongside the frozen tear, for her skin had broken under the piercing will of the tiny ice fragments. She did not acknowledge the pain, however, nor did she call out in discomfort. Instead, the fallen queen simply stood there, listening to the sound of her own heavy breathing as it echoed endlessly in the empty halls of her icy chamber and former home. She was alone, and without an army- resurrecting the one whom had served her so loyally before he had been tainted by Aslan was her only choice, for she would have complete and total control over his very existence (considering he was made by her will and her will alone).

His punishment was carried out by Jadis with a heavy heart, however, for she had some form of attachment to him- unlike all of the servants she had mercilessly slaughtered before his creation. Whether it was because he was born from her magic, or because he brought her scorned heart comfort, was unclear, however. Her fondness did not spare him his life, for she killed him where he stood for daring to turn to another outside of herself. She had never forgotten that day, even in her downfall, for she partially blamed him for her defeat- as well as blaming him fully for her heavy heart. She desired to recreate him not only for the sake of her drained soul, but also because he was the one person that would cause her no grief should he choose to 'turn' on her once more. His magic-fueled blood bent and crumbled to her will as she pleased, and she could break him just as easily as she made him, just like she had all those years ago. He was completely at her mercy, which as he had come to realize, was next to non-existent.