Author's Note:
This story takes place alongside the Narnia books, using some elements from both the BBC and Disney movies based off of them as well as flourishes and characters of my own creation. I might make some religious references with characters or plot separate of the books in this story, purely for my own enjoyment, and I hope not to offend any people by doing so. The Chronicles of Narnia are not mine, but the story line and all of the characters you don't recognize from the books are mine. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I'm having writing it! Please read and review!
Prologue
It was night in Narnia, and a large group of Animal friends were gathered at the home of Mr. Squirrel and his family, celebrating the birth of his wife Mrs. Squirrel's fifth son. Within there was warmth, laughter and tales of the Old Narnia…a night of fantastic joy, hope and festivities.
If only the Animals within could have known that in the cold, looking in on the festivities, was a pack of wolves, their eyes hungrily looking in on the warmth of the Squirrels' home. Perhaps, then, they would've had a hint that their happiness would be snuffed out, just like their candles blown out by the blast of cold air that announced the wolves' entrance.
No. Alas, they did not. The wolves of the White Witch's Secret Police gave the guests on the Squirrels' party no mercy, instead tearing both the house and them to bloody shreds. All that the beasts left with the helpless Animals' remains was a written proclamation of treachery toward all those within…for, yes…the Squirrels and their friends had been celebrating the time of Aslan. The only sign of this now, however, were the fragmented pages torn from books in the Squirrel home now fluttering away out the unhinged door into the path of the icy wind.
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight
When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
Sits at Cair Paravel in throne
The Cub spoke to Aslan, It said, "I wish to see the land where Animals have ne'er been…where Men are brave without aid of sword or spell…where such Saviors as our Lord Digory and Lady Polly are born. I long to be with Them, see Them…live as Them."
And Aslan said to the Cub
In Narnia the Beasts lived in great peace and joy under the magic of the Tree of Protection, ruled justly by their Human rulers King Frank the Modest and Queen Helen the Impassioned, where the cold touch of Jadis could not reach. All the while the Great Lion watched over the land of Narnia with eyes forever casting to the skies, where any true believer could still see the golden shine of the shooting star that had carried the little Cub, Aslan's Heir, away from the world.
