The Witching Hour

It hadn't always just been her. Back in the past, it had been the three of them, ruling Charn side by side. Lilith, her mother, she and her sister. The three witches, tall, proud and beautiful. But times had changed, their kingdom had fallen, and now Jadis found herself ruling a land she loathed and despised.
Though her prophecy was coming true, she found no pleasure in knowing it, especially when wherever she went the eyes of Aslan flashed at her, watching her, like the conscience her mother had frozen in her all those years ago.
"My beautiful daughter of Charn."
Where had those words…