PROLOGUE:
I could not help but watch my younger brother slowly disappear. We both had always thought our path to Aslan's Country would be through battle, yet he-as always- somehow found a loophole. Regardless, it made me sick to know that I would outlive the little blighter. I honestly do not know how my life would be without him- no matter how mischievous and annoying he could be. I could only feel myself degrade along with him.
Even though I knew he was disappearing, the worst part was knowing exactly when he would vanish from my life. It eliminates the possibility of any hope of him living past the week. Even Lucy is trying to enjoy her last moments with him, no matter how awkward it may be for her. Her hope has also been blackened by reality, a feat that is so new to both our family and Narnia.
It is sad to know we are crumbling because of a single spell. However, it was also inevitable. There are four thrones in Cair Paravel, one for each cardinal direction. Without one, the entire kingdom would fall, including the other three thrones which would break under the pressure that four needs to carry.
Nevertheless, Narnia's Golden Age was going to end miserably at the end of the week, and there is nothing I nor anyone else could do about it. It was simply fact.