You cannot live forever, dear Aslan.
And while I live on in spirit and mind,
Your soul weakens and begins to fade.
You know of the deep magic which binds this world to your soul.
You are destined to die here, while I am destined to become queen.
Live while you can, dear Aslan.
It will be I, the one you cast into shadow and ruin, who conquers this world.
Never forget these words, dear Aslan.
Those were the very last words uttered from the witch before she vanished without a trace. The great Jadis had finally fallen, by the teeth of Aslan himself. Though the moment he dived in for the fatal blow she was gone. Though her words still lingered, hanging on the wind and whispering their dark prophecy over the land. Most took the words for some foolish waste of breath though even as the four human children took their rightful places on the thrones in the castle Cair Paravel, the great Aslan himself knew it would be long before the witch's threatening words faded from memory. As long as the prophecy was kept in the minds of others the danger it held was real. Even then the lion could feel the beginnings of failing muscles, dying limbs. His time was nearly up.
----
It was when Prince Caspian sailed the seas in search of the seven lords that he knew his life was nearing its end. Aslan found he could no longer leave the confines of Narnia. He could not visit the countless other worlds that would soon need his help. The price he had paid long ago was now taking its toll on the once mighty lion. His very roar become nothing more than a scratchy growl. It was in that very year that Aslan perished. His soul condemned to an eternal after-life. It was in his final moments that he remembered the witch's prophecy. He could hear her threatening voice in his head. It seemed to taunt him. To haunt him. A great pain enveloped the lion as his soul was torn from its physical prison. It was then that a great cry sprang up in all Narnia. A cry of evil. The prophecy was beginning to reveal itself.
But Aslan's soul was too strong. He would not let himself fade away with time and memory. It took all his remained strength. His soul was split. The pieces were lost to the wind, Aslan's very existence destroyed for one chance at saving his beloved country.
And over the next few centuries, Aslan was forgotten. The very mention of his name meant nothing to the woodland creatures of Narnia. The land became savage and riddled with an age of darkness. The time was coming for the fate of the land to be decided. The battle between good and evil becoming more like an extermination. Evil was winning.
----
Its been almost one thousand years since the great Aslan perished. Narnia has become a land of power. And a land of technology. The neighboring countries of Archenland and Calormen had long ago been conquered by Narnia's great armies. Narnia is now no longer a country but an empire. Magic is something of the past and a mere legend at that. To be honest, Narnia has become more like a futuristic modern-day earth. And each day that passes, the closer Narnia gets to falling deeper into oblivion. War looms just around the corner and lies hide behind every door. Men are shipped off to protect the northern borders while the true threat lies
not in the lands of the north but in the very heart of Narnia itself.
Somewhere, deep in the forgotten forests of Narnia, between two large hills and beside the ruins of a once great castle, four are born. Four that harbor the pieces of an ancient soul within their spirits. They have been brought into existence for the sole purpose of one thing: to bring hope to this devasted world. To rid Narnia of evil. An evil that has been rapidly spreading.
It began deep in the southern most edges of the Narnian Empire. First, it was a mere annoyance. But is it slowly growing, gaining momentum and power. They call it them the Secret Police. The fabled wolves of legend. Their eyes red with blood. Their bodies stained silver with hatred. Their hearts black with evil. They preached of times to come. They told of a prophecy long forgotten. They killed those that did not listen. They tortured those who did not hede their words. Its leader is said to be connected to the very government of the empire itself. Though, none have seen this fabled leader. The government has become corrupt. It always was. The empire has become more of a prison than a country of love and well-being. The government's just as evil as the Secret Police, though none would speak of such a thing in public. That would mean death.
One can only guess what will happen to the empire now that a civil war hangs by a thread and the threat of the territories to the north only worsen the situation. What will become of the once great Narnia? That is for you to find out...
And while I live on in spirit and mind,
Your soul weakens and begins to fade.
You know of the deep magic which binds this world to your soul.
You are destined to die here, while I am destined to become queen.
Live while you can, dear Aslan.
It will be I, the one you cast into shadow and ruin, who conquers this world.
Never forget these words, dear Aslan.
Those were the very last words uttered from the witch before she vanished without a trace. The great Jadis had finally fallen, by the teeth of Aslan himself. Though the moment he dived in for the fatal blow she was gone. Though her words still lingered, hanging on the wind and whispering their dark prophecy over the land. Most took the words for some foolish waste of breath though even as the four human children took their rightful places on the thrones in the castle Cair Paravel, the great Aslan himself knew it would be long before the witch's threatening words faded from memory. As long as the prophecy was kept in the minds of others the danger it held was real. Even then the lion could feel the beginnings of failing muscles, dying limbs. His time was nearly up.
----
It was when Prince Caspian sailed the seas in search of the seven lords that he knew his life was nearing its end. Aslan found he could no longer leave the confines of Narnia. He could not visit the countless other worlds that would soon need his help. The price he had paid long ago was now taking its toll on the once mighty lion. His very roar become nothing more than a scratchy growl. It was in that very year that Aslan perished. His soul condemned to an eternal after-life. It was in his final moments that he remembered the witch's prophecy. He could hear her threatening voice in his head. It seemed to taunt him. To haunt him. A great pain enveloped the lion as his soul was torn from its physical prison. It was then that a great cry sprang up in all Narnia. A cry of evil. The prophecy was beginning to reveal itself.
But Aslan's soul was too strong. He would not let himself fade away with time and memory. It took all his remained strength. His soul was split. The pieces were lost to the wind, Aslan's very existence destroyed for one chance at saving his beloved country.
And over the next few centuries, Aslan was forgotten. The very mention of his name meant nothing to the woodland creatures of Narnia. The land became savage and riddled with an age of darkness. The time was coming for the fate of the land to be decided. The battle between good and evil becoming more like an extermination. Evil was winning.
----
Its been almost one thousand years since the great Aslan perished. Narnia has become a land of power. And a land of technology. The neighboring countries of Archenland and Calormen had long ago been conquered by Narnia's great armies. Narnia is now no longer a country but an empire. Magic is something of the past and a mere legend at that. To be honest, Narnia has become more like a futuristic modern-day earth. And each day that passes, the closer Narnia gets to falling deeper into oblivion. War looms just around the corner and lies hide behind every door. Men are shipped off to protect the northern borders while the true threat lies
not in the lands of the north but in the very heart of Narnia itself.
Somewhere, deep in the forgotten forests of Narnia, between two large hills and beside the ruins of a once great castle, four are born. Four that harbor the pieces of an ancient soul within their spirits. They have been brought into existence for the sole purpose of one thing: to bring hope to this devasted world. To rid Narnia of evil. An evil that has been rapidly spreading.
It began deep in the southern most edges of the Narnian Empire. First, it was a mere annoyance. But is it slowly growing, gaining momentum and power. They call it them the Secret Police. The fabled wolves of legend. Their eyes red with blood. Their bodies stained silver with hatred. Their hearts black with evil. They preached of times to come. They told of a prophecy long forgotten. They killed those that did not listen. They tortured those who did not hede their words. Its leader is said to be connected to the very government of the empire itself. Though, none have seen this fabled leader. The government has become corrupt. It always was. The empire has become more of a prison than a country of love and well-being. The government's just as evil as the Secret Police, though none would speak of such a thing in public. That would mean death.
One can only guess what will happen to the empire now that a civil war hangs by a thread and the threat of the territories to the north only worsen the situation. What will become of the once great Narnia? That is for you to find out...
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