Note: This is a direct sequel to The Lion, The Witch and The Phoenix. Reading of that story is highly recommended before commencing on this.
Prologue: The Army
Narnian Year, 1000
He sat upon his stallion, his sharp, clear blue eyes sweeping across the army before him, assessing the numbers of rebels. These rebels, once part of a proud and powerful army, gathered a distance away from the Royal Army, snarling and growling at his quiet, disciplined troops.
Both troops stood their grounds, watching, waiting for the other to move first. He could hear muttering from his troops as they shifted uneasily. The ragged looks of the rebels were nowhere as intimidating as they once were, but the dark look in their eyes were more than adequate to put any soldier in a state of unease.
Those were not the eyes of trained soldiers.
Those were the eyes of men thirsty for blood.
Taking a deep breath, the king kicked his steed gently and the stallion cantered forward. The steed was as fearless as its leader as they marched, alone, closer to the enemy lines. The young man and horse stopped a few yards away from the forefront of the enemy troops.
"Narnians!" He called, willing his voice not to waver. "We hope there will be no bloodshed today!"
The front line soldiers responded with a snarl and snapped their teeth.
"You will have a place in Narnia once more, if you choose to surrender -"
The rest of the High King's sentence was cut off as an arrow struck deep in his left shoulder…
Author's note:
After a very, very long writer's block, I've decided to delete the previous sequel uploaded and split the story into smaller 'books'. It makes it easier for me to plan the story movement and as well as the flow.
Thanks for reading and reviews/critics are welcomed.
Rainremember