Disclaimers: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, "The Lion King", and "Star Wars". They belong to C.S. Lewis, Disney, and George Lucas. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the fourth part of my fanfiction mini-series, Origin Tales: Parker Dooley. :)

The title describes Maxin, Parker and Eliza Dooley's son, but there is a much darker story going on here. We're about to see Parker head down further into the darkness. I won't spoil anything else. Enjoy. :)

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Parker Dooley sat at the dining room table, playing with his food and thinking of nothing else, except the pain residing in his heart. The dining room had red curtains draped along the sides of the wide window, while dragonoid statues garnished the corners. Green plants in beige painted vases, with floral patterns on the front and back, also lay next to the statues, bringing about a warmth to the room.

Parker, in human form, had soft, thick, curly brown hair, bright blue eyes, a fair face, and pale skin. In dragonoid form, he had red scales, a dragon-like face with a short snout, a medium sized tail, yellow eyes that would turn red – even in human form – when he became evil or did evil deeds, black claws and black spikes, soft, furry, long red ears, and two short grey horns that sprouted from the top of his head. Today, he wore a blue tunic and dark blue breeches.

He looked up from his food, surprised to see his brunette-haired wife Eliza, as beautiful as she was, telling their five-year-old son Maxin, whose hair became strawberry-blond sometime last year, to sit up and eat his food. Parker smiled, delighted to see not all had been lost since their trip to Narnia and what occurred afterwards.

He grinned, wondering if now was a good time to ask his wife about returning to his home world. "Eliza," that got her attention, "I want to go back to Dooley Mansion." She huffed. He tried again, "I know it's hard, but I'm not coming back. You can come with me if you'd like." He admitted, "I know this is your home. My home is not of this world. The choice is yours to make."

"Our son has a life here," Eliza said, glancing over at Maxin. "We can't just leave him in a world not his own."

"We'll take him with us," Parker suggested.

"Parker, I don't know," Eliza said, curtly. "We'd be giving up everything just to have Maxin live somewhere else." She warned him, "All right, but you have to promise that nothing bad will happen to us, once we get there."

"I promise," Parker said, approaching the window. "It'll be like last time. Only, I don't think we'll be coming back."

Eliza gulped. "We knew this was a one-way trip. All right. Let's go." She told her son to finish eating, before leading him towards the window. Parker smiled, transforming back into his dragonoid form, as the window yawned and Aslan's face appeared in the center of the bright light.

"Come on!" Parker said, charging up the ledge and through the opening.

Eliza followed, unsure where they were heading. She waited until Maxin had crossed the barrier, before joining them on the other side. She sighed, glad to be back in the fresh air, smelling the lush green grass as the first rainstorm fell upon the land. She opened her eyes, the second the window closed and vanished. She sighed. There was no going back. She looked at the scene before her and gasped. The Dooley Mansion was nothing compared to what she remembered.

In fact, it was worse.

Windows were blown out, some on the grassy ground, which was charred in some places. A birch tree burned, its flames starting to die. The brick house was also charred up, as well as the door hanging by its hinge. Several red dragonoids lay dying or were dead. Among them, Eliza saw the muscular red dragonoid Adelram, choking until he, slowly and surely, died. Tears streamed down her face, doing her best to hold it in. She couldn't.

It was hopeless.

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Parker observed the dead bodies of his brothers and sisters. They were nearly all dead. Turen was missing! Where was his sister Tresh? Oh, there she was! The youngest sister, the red dragonoid with her youthful appearance, much like his own. She rushed towards him, hugging him, and not letting him go. It had been too long since they'd been together.

"Tresh, tell me what happened!" Parker spoke, softly.

"Our brother Turen was here naught but two days ago. You both have been gone for six months," Tresh said, worriedly.

"So, time works differently here," Parker mumbled.

"What?" Tresh asked, confused. She recovered quickly, "That isn't the point. Your brother – our brother – he's with the evil dragonoids at their hideout, by the stone arch. I fear he'll do something terrible. He killed our father and took our mother prisoner. I don't know what he'll do. We have to stop him!" She insisted, "But Parker, what should we do?"

Parker looked at Eliza and Maxin. They stared at him, not knowing what to do. He had to do something. Turen needed to be stopped. But how? The thought dawned on him. He could be in charge of his own destiny, and destiny was pointing him to Turen. He released his sister and hugged Eliza, tenderly.

"I'm going to find Turen and free our mother, Tresh," Parker said to his sister, releasing Eliza. He saw one of the speeder bikes, with its dual fins, parked next to the shed. He approached it and turned it on. The engine roared to life with a light hum. In seconds, he was off, darting across the grasslands to the plains. He'd find his brother and end all of this, once and for all.

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Thanks for reading. :)

References:

The speeder bikes can be found in the "Star Wars" universe.