The Door to Narnia

Sacrifice

They stood in the darkness, staring at the maelstrom of burning torches, drums and screaming voices in the distance. Susan could feel the vicious rhythm trembling in her body, and her teeth were chattering. Lucy’s cold, small fingers stole into her hand, and the maddening noise grew louder and louder… until it broke off.

The White Witch lifted a dagger with both hands and yelled something incomprehensible. The weapon fell in a white hot arch.

Lucy’s voice was a disbelieving gasp, and Susan sobbed, feeling all the fragile, newborn faith bleed out of her heart.

“The great cat is dead!”