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A/N: This tale is set post-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
"Time for bed!" the old woman proclaimed. She turned away from her oven, wiping her tiny, wrinkled hands on her apron. Her two young grandchildren, who had been lying on her sofa, rubbing their full stomachs just moments before, jumped up with protests.
"Oh, no, Grammy, we're not quite tired yet!" The little boy cried. He could not have been older than seven – his blue eyes, half hidden by a mop of curly brown hair, still held the wide, innocent look of a child. His twin sister added, "Tell us a story instead, Gram!" Her eyes and hair were the same as her brother's save for the fact that her hair was tied back neatly in a braid.
"A story?" Gram smiled at the youngsters' shining, rosy faces. One could not refuse the pure sweetness that radiated from her two grandchildren. "Well… I suppose." The twins cheered, great grins spreading across their round cheeks. "But go get ready, and hop into bed first!"
Moments later it seemed, the two were dressed in their nightclothes and under the covers. They laid on their stomachs, and propped themselves up on their elbows to face their grandmother, who sat on the rocking chair by the side of the bed, folding her soft, wrinkled hands across her stomach.
"Now," she began. "What type of story are we going to hear tonight?"
"A love story," sighed the girl, her eyes dancing.
"No!" her brother cried out, morally offended. "Something with swords and shields and a battle!"
A fight would have ensued had the old woman not thought of the perfect bedtime story. "I know!" she said. "How about a story of the Golden Age of Narnia, and how High King Peter met his wife, the Queen Evren? And," she added hastily at the look of contempt on her grandson's face, "and the marvelous battle they fought together against the evil Zulum?"
The two children looked at each other, shrugged, and nodded eagerly at their grandmother.
"Alright then," their grandmother chuckled. She began in her quiet, shaky, beautiful voice, as her grandchildren listened, already enraptured. "It was quite a long time ago, the Golden Age of Narnia. You were not born yet, nor was I, nor even my grandmother. But the stories of the Pevensies and those in their court have been passed down through the generations.
"Well, our story begins after the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve had defeated the White Witch, which is another story for another time! The four sovereigns, with the help of the Great Lion, Aslan, had restored our beloved Narnia to its beautiful self once again. But times immediately following the Witch's reign were not always as wonderful as they are portrayed. Narnians everywhere were still shaken from the Witch's cruelty, and any sign of magic, anywhere, greatly frightened them…"