5-30-12: Edited to change the Queen's name to Raina from Lina.
AN: Here's the advent piece the Historian was working on. I thought he'd finished, but I found it half-done on my desk, so I (Lavinia) had to finish it. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Disclaimer: 'S all MINE. XD.
The faithful awaited him and his family for many years. They were the foretold rulers, the ones who would rescue us from our oppressors, and we waited and hoped, year by year, for the chosen ones of the promise.
One day, after decades of waiting, we heard whispers that they had come at last to save us. But when we saw the one said to be the Lion's anointed High King, many of us were shocked. He was no great military leader, no skilled fighter in magic. Indeed, I believe there was not a drop of royal blood in him (though some have said he was the rightful heir, of the royal line of Frank). No. The Chosen One was a boy, a mere child in his thirteenth summer, and many doubted the truth of his anointing. Yet though he was a child, it swiftly became clear that he was yet a King—indeed, as fine a King as one could wish to serve.
And when he and his fellows had defeated the enchantress and brought the Lion's deliverance, they were enthroned in the East, and the castle of Paravel shone with their splendor like a new star arisen in the east. They ruled us justly and well, with majesty, love, wisdom, and faith, and the land prospered in their care, for no Beasts, Centaurs, Dwarfs, or Spirits of Wood or Water ever had better rulers than they.
In the fifteenth autumn of their reign, the Lion called them, and they laid down their crowns and passed forth out of this world. What next befell them, no creature can say with certainty, but is believed by some that our High King laid down his glory and kingship to take once more the guise of a boy. If this is so, it is certainly a wonder of Aslan, that our King should lay aside his crown to become a mere child. But truly, nothing is impossible for the Lion.
Nothing more has been seen of the Chosen Ones, nor yet of the High King, but it is beginning to be said among the people that one day, he shall return to once more take up his scepter, and they say that when that day comes, his rule shall have no end. Their Majesties, King Glen and Queen Raina, are in truth wise and gracious rulers, but we await with eager hope the return of him who delivered us from the Winter's power these many years ago.
Written by Libruns the Scribe and Lavinia his apprentice, in this the tenth year of King Glen of Narnia, the fifth and fiftieth year since the Lion's Spring.
