The Great Northern Mountain has its fair share of magic, as does everything else in Narnia. It was one of the first things constructed by Aslan, the Great Lion, when he breathed life into the magical realm that is Narnia. It now served as his temporary living quarters when he watched over Narnia. His favorite spot was a cave at the top, being a lion and all, of course.
However, on this very particular night, when Aslan was asleep, he was stirred awake by a cold wind, unusual for the height of summer. But even he couldn't have predicted what was about to happen to him next. He rose and walked to the mouth of the cave, where he saw a small object, shrouded in the cloak of night. Aslan retracted his claws, about ready to strike, when there came a small hum. The Lion walked over to the bundle of white cloth on the rock and turned it over with his paw. Aslan's expression softened when he discovered what the object was.
There, in the cloth, lay a babe, no more than a few days old. Aslan wondered at this. Who would leave their child like this? Just then, his ears caught a sound. "I sense your presence," he said. "Show yourself. I will not harm you."
As soon as those words were uttered, a young man climbed over the rock edge. He looked no more than 25. "Ah, Reynas, old friend," Aslan smiled. "Tell me what has propelled you to seek me at this hour?" The young man's eyes showed fear and sadness
"Aslan, I come here bearing dire news," Reynas said. "It's my estranged wife, Jadis. She has discovered what her magic can really do, and she's already seized castle Cair Paravel. I know that it's just a matter of time before she destroys me. She's talked about freezing all of Narnia in an eternal winter, but no Christmas. So I beg of you…" he dropped to his knees at Aslan's paws. "This is our newborn daughter. I know my time is short and I don't want her to be raised by Jadis's evil ways. So please, Aslan. I come to you asking for you to raise her. You're the only one I can trust."
The Cat thought over this odd request, but it wasn't long before he smiled at his friend. "Rise," he ordered and Reynas obliged. "I shall do what you have asked. I will raise your daughter as mine, but be warned. I will tell her of her past when she reached the coming of 17. She will take her rightful place as Queen of all of Narnia. And she will also be the one to defeat her mother, not I, for I shall bestow the magic of winter upon her."
"Aslan, I don't want her to be destructive."
"Reynas, her magic will be more beautiful than dangerous, but it will be powerful when needed. Rest assured she will be perfectly safe with me." Aslan smiled once more.
"Oh, praise you, Aslan. But I have one more request. I ask of you to name her…Diamond, after the most precious gem. Or Princess Diamond as you put it." Reynas fell to his knees again.
"As you wish," said Aslan. "I bid you goodbye, Reynas."
"Of course. Goodbye, my daughter." The man leaned to kiss his daughter, his black whiskers tickling her face. Aslan blew a cold breath upon the baby girl, allowing the ice magic to settle within her. When the lion looked back up, Reynas was gone. He placed his golden paw over the child and pulled her into the cave.
"You will be safe with me, my child," he whispered, careful not to wake her. He lay down on the smooth rock, placing the little girl underneath his protective paw as snow, the first of the White Witch's eternal winter, began to fall.
