Summary: With the defeat of the White Witch behind them, the four Pevensie's drive forward to create a peaceful Narnia. But soon a new evil arises and threatens the very nation they are trying to protect. Aslan's only option is to reawaken an old power to help defend Narnia. A strange new beauty is brought forth to help, but with curious ways and odd allies will the High King accept her help, and what might he find along the way? A Chronicles of Narnia Story (PeterxOc)

Ramblings of an Author: I've been wanting to write a Chronicles of Narnia story for a while now, and only just now got the inspiration to actually write it out. This story will be staged only a few years after the Pevensie's got to Narnia and became the rulers, roughly two to three years after. I've read the books, but I will be ignoring them for my own purpose's(mostly because I fear the wrath of C.S. Lewis if I mess and screw his version over). If I get some thing wrong, like a name or past reference, please alert me to this. I can not be perfect, no matter how hard I try, so a bit of help from the readers would be much appreciated. I will not tolerate flames. That is my only warning, if you send them to me, I will only laugh at them before deleting them. Constructive criticism will be greatly welcomed, I always want to know what I could do better to improve the story and my writing. Lastly, this will be a Peter Pevensie love story. My original character will end up with him. If you do not like this arrangement, GET OUT!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, if I did, why would I bother to write a fanfiction when I could be out buying whole islands with my riches.


On Our Final Night

By: Halogirl3000

Narnia's forest's were a thing to be admired. The tree's were a beautiful green that could not be rivaled by even the most talented gardener. Each flower gave off a luminous glow in their respective colors, in so many that would make your head spin. There was a harmonious balance between each of the common fauna, one that could not be replicated in any other nation. Viewers say that it's the aura of Narnia itself that makes everything in the nation seem alive and magical, from even the most common blade of grass, to the large towering tree's that form a barrier to protect the inhabitants of the nation.

Magic. In any other country the idea would seem ludicrous. If mentioned you would only receive a sharp bark of laughter for your troubles. But that was not the case when concerning Narnia. One could not visit the place and deny the existence of magic. It's in the air, in every single breath you take, you feel it there beside you. With one glance of the inhabitants you overcome every argument made against the idea of it not being there. With talking animals, dwarfs, tree spirits, fauns, centaur's , mermaids, giants, and many other creatures the nation is the very definition of magic.

But all paled in comparison to the the protector of the nation. His very name made shivers run down people's spines, whether in fear or warmth, there was no one who could deny this being its respect. There was no one that brave nor foolish.

Aslan. The Great Cat. King of the Beasts. Son of The-Emperor-Over-The-Sea. He has many names, but none of them can accurately describe him. He was Narnia's king and protector. Few were fortunate enough to see more than a glimpse of this godly figure. Though he was always there, watching, and protecting those belonging to his domain. He was caped in gold. Stood proud and strong and never weakened. His wisdom was unrivaled, and his kindness unmatched. He was fierce, a warrior envied by the most well known of knights from any land. Few could stand in his presence and not feel their knees knocking in either awe or fright. He was courageous. He has stood before many enemies, and never once retreated to save his own life. Though he would give it to save another, and has done that very thing. He would never fail those he has promised to watch over. He was a lion, in heart and body.

Aslan had fought in many battles, but the most recent had lasted a century long. Locked in combat with an evil foe of unimaginable powers, he had proven himself time and time again. For 100 years his lands were plagued with the harsh bitterness of an unyielding winter. The creation and cause the responsibility of one person. Jadis, the White Witch.

A fierce woman from the dimension of Charn, she was strong and powerful. With her magic abilities she was even able to subdue Aslan for one hundred years while her control over Narnia flourished into an unquestioned dictatorship. Through events predetermined she gained immortality and her magic grew ever the more frightening until Narnia's only hope was in the arrival of four children from another world.

It had long been prophesied that the four children would come to save Narnia from the Witch's wrath. Four of them, each to represent a different virtue and part of Narnia. There was the Magnificent, the High King who would rule over Narnia with fairness and truth. The Just, also a king who would look for the justice in any situation, for he knew the dark side well, and the temptations that came with it. There was the Gentle. The oldest Queen and second oldest sibling in the bunch. She could be harsh and stern when needed, but her kindness was a sight to be seen for those who deserved it. Valiant would be the last of the virtues represented. And the youngest royal was as such. Truly a brave child, that would stand for what was right, even against the disbelief of those around her. The four would stand united, to protect the country they had been called to rule. And protect it they did.

Their arrival weakened the White Witch's hold on Narnia. Spring arrived for the first time in one hundred year because of the hope they had brought the inhabitants of Narnia. But the Witch was not one to take defeat laying down. She fought. Fought for the country she thought rightfully belonged to her. With an army of horrible creatures behind her, she waged war against the true heirs to the Narnian throne.

There was but one battle. One battle to determine the fate of the mystical land of Narnia. Creatures and spirits clashed against one another in the fight, each determined to win for their side. The battle was fierce and bloody. Many lives were given in the pursuit of freedom. But in the end the four children from another world reigned victorious, and the White Witch, defeated.

And Narnia's animal King returned from the dead for the finishing blow. Aslan had died to protect one of the children that would rule his country. As a sacrifice to protect another, he gave himself as retribution for the sins of betrayal. He died, upon a stone tablet by the White's hand. Abused beforehand by her army, and humiliated by the cutting of his glorious mane. By the ancient magic that rules all of Narnia he was born again, as is the reward for giving himself in another's place. He arrived at the battle with numerous warriors, all turned to stone by the Witches magic, all of which were ready to aid the army so that victory was assured. With one leap, he pounced on the White Witch, and ended her life. And the war was over.

Not long after, a celebration was held at the esteemed Cair Paravel, a castle unmatched in beauty and skillful design. It was there that the four children were crowned and given their titles that they would hold for the day they die, and after. Aslan presented them to the inhabitants of Narnia, calling their names and giving them their virtues that had been made clear in the battle. Then he left them to rule. He put his faith and trust in their abilities to work together to protect the nation, just as he would.

It had been a few years since the new age had begun, and Aslan had not been seen since. Not that he was expected to. He was not a tamed lion after all, and he had his own businness to attend to. But that did not mean he was not missed. Expecially by the royals themselves. However they did not discourage, knowing that he would never be far from those he cherishes and considers family.

And now the lion was walking through one of the forests of Narnia. Alone, as he usually was, he walked forward, each movement as graceful and dignified as was expected from a king of his stature. The tree canopies covered the ground in shade, except for the small patches of brilliant sunlight that would glisten through the leaves at whatever chance it was given. Natural trails ran through these woods with ease. Dirt paths that looked neatly kept, yet untouched by any one before. A small breeze would play across the air, rustling leaves in nature's sweet serenade.

Alsan noted all of this as he continued on with his travel, to this pristine place that had never been seen by anyone else's eyes but his own. It was a place that defied time and space, never changing and forever as it first was. There was something precious locked away there. A secret that had become a legend. A mystery that remained as such to the world.

The area was deserted. No one lived within a mile of the space. There was some force that repelled all except for the golden king. A sense of wonder so strong it was eerie. Chills entrapped the spines of those foolish enough to enter without permission. The place was untouchable, almost holy.

Alsan knew all there was to know about every bit of Narnia. Every upturned rock, turning leaf, and gushing brook he had seen and watched and knew by heart. This place was no different. Each step he took had been taken previously, as he had been to this place many a time. Watching and waiting for the moment that he could reawaken this place from it's eternal slumber. He had waited many years, more than most would have realized, to see this place move from it's forever still moment in time.

That time was now.

Aslan did not know whether to be joyous or saddened at this revelation. The day he had awaited so long was now upon him, and he couldn't help but wish it to be a different day. It disheartened him. Really it did. He had waited so very long for this, and now he was discouraged at its arrival. He felt like he was betraying something. He knew he should be happy. Happy, for this place would stop being still, it would flourish and grow as it hadn't for more than a hundred years. Yet the sadness clung determinedly at his heart. He may be happy that this was finally happening, by the reason why would never lighten his heart.

But he pressed forward, thinking only of the goodness that would come from his actions of today. Never looking back and not thinking about what else accompanied this day as an opposition to it's mirthful happenings. For thats what this was. Trading a merry moment for a burdonous future. But Alsan would endure, if only for her sake.

To absorbed in his thoughts Aslan never noticed that he had arrived at his destination until he stepped into it. His golden eyes looked around at the wondrous place, taking in the beauty of it for what must be the hundredth time. For that's what it truly was. Beautiful.

A crystal lake stood in the middle of the greenest and softest field of grass and flowers ever assembled in one place. The water simmered with it's clear shine and bright sparkled surface. A light breeze ruffled the grass into a swaying motion, so soft that it seemed to merely be guiding the blades through a slow dance. Tree's stood tall and strong around the field, protecting the place from the outside threats of the world beyond. They were the barrier that kept out the dangerous and unwanted from this place. To keep it safe.

Taking light steps forward, Aslan allowed a small smile to fall across his face as he once again returned to this place. It was a peaceful and calm place. Where one forgot the worries of the outside world and could not help but be consumed with the delicate perfume of the flowers, and the melody of the Sapphire waters smooth motions. His eyes fell upon the rocky cavern on the other side of the lake. It's rough edges and rocky terrain doing nothing to deteriorate the beauty that this place had.

'It gives it more character.', Aslan mused to himself as he looked upon the final resting place of the treasure he was looking for. He arrived at the edge of the lake, watching and waiting, as he always did. Slowly bubbles rose form the great lake, in a line that stretched from one side to the other, disturbing the calm illusion of a glass surface it once held. The bubbles increased in size and number as they popped, only to be replaced by more.

Taking one step forward Aslan stepped on the bubbling surface. A solid figure appeared beneath his paw, a large, flat rock that held up this godly figure with ease. Soon more rocks appeared in the trail of bubbles that bridged out before him to the opening on the other side of the lake. In very long strides and a few leaps Alsan found himself at the opening of the cave, looking into it's back abyss with decisive eyes.

With one deep breath he ventured forward. Once inside he could see nothing except black. He could hear the ringing of water, dropping from the spiked rocks on the ceiling into small pools of water that had collected below them. He could smell the damp air, and taste the dankness of the cave. Though his eyes proved useless to him he never paused or hesitated in a step. Knowing that straight was the truest way, he remained on it. Till he saw a small white light in front of him.

Aslan felt anticipation stir within him. It was almost time. In a few measly moments the treasure would be awakened to continue on its duty from where it left off.

He arrived at the light in mere seconds, looking around the ending of the cave with excitement and delight. His eyes strayed to the soul inhabitant of the room. A raised coffin lay in the middle of the room. It's pure white exterior radiated the same beauty and light as the day it had been made. No matter the amount of time it spent in this cavern. A light blue tarp lay over the coffin. A symbol long forgotten etched into it's silken surface. Flowers of the palest and lightest colors were scattered on the floor surrounding the casket.

Aslans next steps were slow and steady as he approached the coffin. Taking the cloth between his sharp fangs he tugged at it until it fell to the floor in a bundled mess. His snout pressed against the hood, pushing it off to the side. Ignoring the small crash that resulted from his actions, he looked into the casket for the first time in over on hundred years. A large smile spread across his face as he spoke in a soft tone.

"Awaken, daughter of the night. Your duty is not yet finished. You must raise your blades once more and stand against that which will tear you down. Narnia is in need of your skills. Awaken! It is time!"

Emerald orbs opened for the first time in one hundred years in response to his words.