King Pevensie looked down on the carnage. His loyal subjects were fighting at the gates of the castle trying to hold back the insurrectionists. He watched as the White Witch slashed and froze soldiers in stone. The King knew that if the White Witch was in the lead, his forces wouldn't last long. He could already feel the cold air rushing through the castle.
He turned to the Queen. She looked at him with defiance. She refused to go silently into the night. She looked at the new born baby in her arms. They had agreed to call her Lucy. Now they were hurt because they knew she would grow up without them.
"Not necessarily" said a voice from the corner.
Neither of them had to turn. Both of them knew who it was.
"You know the White Witch will kill us tonight, Aslan" stated the King.
"You're right. Both of you will die defending Narnia and will be remembered by you royal subjects. But your newest daughter will be able to be raised by you, with your permission."
"Of course you have permission to save our daughter, Aslan."
"I prefer to ask and hear your permission instead of acting out of freewill."
"Thank you for that, Aslan" said the King solemnly, turning back to the window.
An explosion rocked the castle as the White Witch blasted through the gates. The King watched as Narnian's, brothers and fellow countrymen, began to slaughter each other. A single thought crossed his mind.
"Will they ever recover from this madness, or am I seeing the end of our beloved country?" the King asked, almost scared of the answer.
"Yes, they will, and your children will be the instruments of their recovery."
The King sighed happily and looked to Aslan with newfound courage and happiness.
"Aslan, I trust you and trust this is part of your plan."
With those words, the King left the room to prepare for his final battle.
Through the whole conversation, the Queen had sat, silently watching the conversation. She chose now to ask the question that was on her mind.
"Aslan, what about the other three? What will become of my other children?" The Queen asked imploringly.
The Lion turned and looked at her. He considered for moment then made up his mind.
"They will survive this war, but they will be pained. They will each face their own set of hardships. They will see more than their fare share of heartache and torment. But they will survive and meet you when the time comes."
With that, the Lion move towards the Queen.
"Do I have your consent to take the child with me?" the Lion asked.
"You do."
The Lion bowed to the Queen.
"Thank you."
With that, the Great Lion glowed brightly for a second, and then disappeared with Lucy Pevensie. The Queen sighed heavily and stared. A second explosion rocked the castle, drawing the queen from her thoughts. I still have three kids to save. The Queen thought quickly.