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The Chronicles of Narnia: Armageddon

Part 1: Rise of Omen

Chapter 1

Assassins

Peter coughed and sputtered as he washed ashore. He just lay on the beach for a moment as he gathered his strength. With all of the energy in his body, the High King of Narnia threw his sword arm forward, grunting in pain as he did so. He painfully pulled his aching body forward, watching blood ooze from his arm as he passed over it. Next he used his good arm to drag himself farther.

When he finally cleared the water, Peter stopped to catch his breath. After a moment's respite, the king looked up, his eyes meeting a sight that pained him far more than the wound in his arm. On the top of a cliff to his left, Peter could see the silhouette of Cair Paravel, or what was left of it. The light from the fires in the castle separated its outline from the dark backdrop of smoke. His heart sank as the roar of the fires reached his ears. Instantly, his mind ran through the events that had brought him to this point.

Susan Pevensie, age 83, left her house for her daily walk through a suburban neighborhood in London. It was unusually warm for such a windy and cloudy day. The wind blew through her white, wispy hair. She had a rough, grumpy air about her that kept all but a few friends from approaching her. Those few friends knew that underneath the rough exterior was a sensitive, kind, and grieving woman. Ever since her family died, she rarely let anyone close to her. Hence, why she was still single at 83.

She walked two blocks and turned left, setting off on the next side of the square that was her walking path. She passed by a car here and there, but for the most part her path was void of life. Then, as she walked past a particular park on her path, a voice echoed throughout her mind. It was so loud; it was almost as if someone whispered it into her ear. She stopped, turning to look into the park, where she somehow felt the disembodied voice was coming from. She turned and walked down the path leading into the park when she heard it again.

"Susan Pevensie."

She moved off the path farther into the park, oblivious to the sudden thick fog that seemed to have sprung from nowhere. She continued into the eerie cloud until she noticed a dark figure in the distance. Susan stopped for a second and studied the figure in silence. Whoever it was felt oddly familiar and yet just as foreign and strange. From this distance, the figure appeared to be wearing a black trench coat over some kind of hoodie.

"Hello?" Susan called, "Are you the one that has been calling me?"

The figure didn't even so much as move, so she cautiously moved forward. A feeling of uneasiness settled over her. She stopped a few feet from the figure and spoke once again.

"Excuse me?"

The figure suddenly whipped around, revealing quite a few things to the old woman. One, the figure was male, and quite obviously not a normal one. His eyes were certainly abnormal. The color seemed to be constantly shifting, as if fire was literally trapped inside them. Second, what he was wearing was actually a black cloak with a belt around his waist. A piece of black cloth covered his face from the nose down. Finally, his intentions were hostile, judging by the fact that she was now staring at the business end of a silenced handgun.

Susan's eyes grew wide as the man spoke in a deep, cold voice, "Give Aslan my regards."

The woman tried to escape, but as she turned her head a muffled "pop" was emitted from the weapon and she fell lifeless on the ground.

Edmund fell on the grass with an "oomf." Peter stood triumphantly over his younger brother.

"You're it Ed," Peter smiled as he moved just out of his brother's reach. As the king got to his feet, Peter and the others involved in their game of tag dispersed in every direction. Edmund chose a target and chased after them. He quickly closed the distance between himself and Eustace.

"You're it!" Edmund shouted as his hand pushed against Eustace's back. The latter fell over and rolled back to his feet, taking off after the Narnian king.

The players' shouts and laughter were carried on the wind to Cair Paravel, from which Aslan stood and watched the game in the distance. Due to the amazing speed at which you could run in this world, the game of tag was spread over a very wide area in front of the castle. He had come to visit the Pevensies at Cair Paravel, from which they once again ruled over the territory that originally contained to country of Narnia. When Lucy suggested an impromptu game of tag, the other players happily agreed. He smiled to himself as he watched them race back and forth, and then something else caught his eye. As he focused on the figure lying on the beach, mixed emotions welled up inside the lion. Feelings of happiness at the sight of the figure, and feelings of worry as to how she got there.

Lucy laughed as she managed to outrun Jill, who instead focused on Eustace. The girl stopped and watched them before starting to admire the scenery. As she did so, the young woman's eyes fell on a body in the sand of a beach not far from Cair Paravel. She focused on the woman, until she could clearly see her features. Upon realizing the identity of the woman, Lucy's heart leaped for joy.

"Susan!" She yelled as she took off towards her older sister. The others heard her shout and quickly followed.

Susan awoke confused and astonished. The last thing she remembered was meeting the cloaked figure in a foggy and dreary park in England. While now she lay on a warm beach with the sun shining down on her. The most amazing thing, however, was that instead of feeling like an old woman, she felt a strength that she hadn't felt in ages. All of the aches and pains she had acquired in her old age were gone.

Then, as she slowly pushed herself up, a shout brought her attention to another miracle. She looked up and saw Lucy racing towards her. At least, she looked like Lucy, though now an adult instead the child that she once was. Lucy threw her arms around her sister, who returned the embrace, not knowing what else to do.

More excited shouting reached their ears as more people came in sight. Susan quickly found herself in the middle of a large group hug filled with people she had supposed to be dead. Though quite a few of them looked older than they were since she last saw them, Peter didn't look he had aged even a day, and Edmund looked very much as did before, just taller.

Peter noticed the shocked and bewildered look on Susan's face and stepped away from the group. "Come on everyone," the High King said laughingly, "let's give her some space. She probably has no idea what's going on anyway."

The others slowly backed away, reluctant to let go. Susan, now realizing that she was not only once again in her prime, also noticed that she wasn't wearing the same faded clothes as before, but a beautiful and magnificent violet dress with gold trimming. She looked questioningly at Peter, who opened his mouth to explain, when the sound of a blowing horn rang from Cair Paravel. The smiles on the group faded, and they all ran in the direction of the castle.

That horn had always been a signal of trouble in the castle at Cair Paravel, even before Real Narnia. So, its significance was not lost on any of the group. The only question was what could possibly cause trouble in this amazing and peaceful place? The answer was ominous indeed. For, as Aslan stood watching the happy reunion below, he didn't see the black cloaked figure crouched on a ledge above and behind him. The man wore clothing very similar to those worn by Susan's murderer. The man closed his right hand in to a fist, causing a blade to unsheathe itself from a contraption attached to his wrist.

The man silently leapt from the ledge, his blade pointed at the lion. As he landed, the blade pierced the powerful beast, causing him to roar in pain, and continued to open a large gash from the base of his neck curving to just above his leg. Like lightning, Aslan turned on the assassin, who stood no chance against him. With one powerful swipe of his paw, Aslan launched the attacker against a nearby pillar, which he hit with a sickening crunch, and fell crumpled and lifeless to the floor.

By now, others had gathered by the great lion's location. As Aslan suddenly staggered and fell over his wounded leg, some called for medical attention while others left to see to it that the horn was blown.

In a dark and bleak world, one in which the moon never shined, a massive and menacing castle rose high on the world's highest peak. Indeed, the entire mountain was all a part of the fortress. It was constantly lit by thousands of torches and candles, and inside one of the largest chambers of the castle, sitting on a throne of smooth, black stone, was a powerful and sinister man. His eyes seemed to burn with fire. He wore black and demonic armor, and a helmet crowned with eight black claws from some unknown creature. Under the steel faceplate of his helmet, the man wore a black cloth, concealing most of his face.

Into the throne room marched another figure clad in fine, black armor. The strange thing about this creature was that even if one got close enough to see into its helmet, they would find nothing but a black, shadowy mass. It stopped and kneeled before the man on the throne, and when it spoke, its voice was deep and echoed around the walls of the chamber as if several people had spoken at once.

"Milord Omen," the figure lifted it head to face the man, "the detachment is ready. At your command, we will move to Narnia."

"Very good General," Omen's deep, cold voice flowed from under the helmet, "Ready Nightmare for departure. I shall lead the incursion into Narnia."

Lucy, Susan, Eustace, Jill, and Edmund all sat around a table waiting for Peter to come and give them news on Aslan's condition. Edmund and Eustace both were resting their heads on their arms while playing a game of chess. Even though time did not seem to work normally, suddenly it stretched on forever.

The sound of footsteps approaching the pavilion under which they sat brought all of their attention to the stairs. Disappointment adorned all of their faces except for Lucy's as they saw King Tirian, King Caspian X, and Caspian's wife run up the stairs. Lucy shot from her seat and ran into Tirian's arms. Susan raised an eyebrow at her sister as she led Tirian by the hand and sat down next to her. Before sitting down next to Lucy, Tirian turned and bowed to Susan.

"It's nice to meet you, Queen Susan the Gentle. I am King Tirian, the last King of Narnia."

Susan nodded her head to him as he sat down, "It's nice to meet you." Then she looked expectantly at her sister as Lucy snuggled against the king, "Well?"

Lucy beamed as she explained to her sister, "He is my boyfriend." At the word "boyfriend," she snuggled even further into Tirian's side.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Queen Susan," Caspian said as he and his wife smiled at her.

"It's good to see you too," Susan replied, "who is this?"

Caspian's smile grew, "This is my wife, Queen Lilliandil."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Lilliandil said.

"The pleasure's all mine," Susan replied politely.

Caspian's smile disappeared as he approached the serious situation that brought them there, "How's Aslan?"

"He's fine. He's asleep right now." The group turned to see Peter standing at the top of the stairs. "If all of you wouldn't mind, I think we should take a look at his attacker."

When they reached the room in which the Narnians were keeping the body of the assassin, they found two people waiting for them. The two bowed before the group as they arrived.

"King Nain II and his sister, Princess Lyra of Archenland," Mr. Tumnus introduced them as they bowed to the group. After a moment's hesitation, Peter bowed to them as well.

"Peter fancies her," Edmund whispered in Susan's ear.

"And she fancies him, but they seem to be the only ones that don't know," Lucy whispered.

Susan studied the Princess carefully. She was indeed very beautiful. She had long, ebony hair and slightly tanned skin, a regal face and very stunning green eyes. Susan bowed to them along with the others as they walked into the room.

The room was a large square that had a raised stone slab in the center on which lay the assassin's body. The group gathered in a large circle around the stone slab. Peter approached the stone and leant against it.

"How did he even get here?" Caspian asked.

"I don't know," Peter replied. An idea struck him, and he turned to Susan. "Susan," he spoke as he stood and turned, "do you know anything about—." Peter fell silent as he saw how pale she had become.

"Su, are you alright?" Edmund asked.

Susan tentatively took a step forward, "He looks just like the man who killed me in England."

"Could he be?" Tirian asked, "Do you think he had enough time to kill you and somehow infiltrate Narnia?"

"No, he's not the same man," Susan said.

"How do you know?"

"His eyes. The man who shot me had eyes that looked like fire."

Peter looked to see the man's green eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He continued to look over the body silently, the cogs in his brain obviously turning. After a moment, he rolled the body over, revealing a red symbol imprinted on the back of the black cloak. It depicted a horned skull over two crossed swords. They were surrounded by a ring from jutted several points.

"Anyone recognize this?" Peter asked as he looked around the room, seeing no more than a bunch of shaking heads.

Just then, Mr. Tumnus entered the room, "Excuse me your Majesties, but Aslan is awake."

A loud crash rang across the green plain as what seemed to be a shimmering window to a much darker and dreary place emerged from thin air. With the thundering of hooves, a large troop of armor-clad soldiers on horseback emerged from the other side of the window, which promptly closed. The lead rider was different from his men. His stood was jet black, except for his mane and tale, which were flames. Flames also shot from the animal's eyes and nostrils. The rider's black cape fluttered in the wind, and protecting his head was the Crown of Omen.

The force turned, heading towards a long range of mountains to the west. They rode on into the night, scattering every creature that remained before them. As they rushed onward, whispers quickly spread across the land. Evil had returned to Narnia.

Aslan looked up from the rug on which he lay as the group of rulers and heroes assembled before him. He saw Lucy stare worriedly at the large scar running along his side. He smiled at her before speaking.

"Do not worry Lucy, it will take some time but it will heal," the lion then turned to Susan, "It is good to see you again Queen Susan."

"You too Aslan. I'm sorry about this."

"It is no worry. It was not by your hand that this was done," then he turned to Peter, "What of the assassin?"

Peter explained their meeting by the body, and with every word, Aslan's face became grimmer and grimmer. When the High King finished, the great lion looked sorrowfully around the room and sighed.

"It seems I have a story to tell," He said, "the story about Omen."

"Omen?" Susan asked.

"Yes. You see, a very long time ago, long before Narnia was created, I met a man with whom I became very good friends. His name was Alam. He was an extremely skilled warrior, and a master tactician and strategist. He helped me root out evil from countless worlds. But, during one particularly difficult conflict, he encountered a bodiless spirit called Omen. Omen told him that he possessed power and knowledge that could help end the war, if only he allowed Omen to dwell inside of him. Thinking to use the power for good, Alam allowed it. However, Omen turned out to be a demon, made forever powerless by his lack of a body. He consumed Alam, and took his body for his own. Omen destroyed that world, and wreaked havoc upon several more before I finally imprisoned him. He vowed to one day escape, and destroy Narnia, and me with it. But I know he won't stop there, he is ambitious, and won't stop until he rules all of the worlds.

"Omen is a foe more formidable than all that Narnia has faced in the past. He is cunning and poses great and mystical powers. But he also has Alam's skill in combat, and can navigate a battlefield and plan military operations unlike anyone I have ever seen. If he has truly returned, then facing him will truly be a struggle that will take the strength of all of Narnia to win."

Aslan looked at Peter, who reflected all of the various feelings of the others as one. His face was pale, and he looked like he might be sick. The High King's eyes stared intently at the rug on which Aslan lay. His mind was completely blank, rendered so by fear.

"Do not be afraid," Aslan commanded to the entire room, but was looking directly at Peter, who now locked his eyes with Aslan's, "The fact that you can feel fear in this world is proof of Omen's power working. Do not fear, for if you do, if you allow it to grow and consume you, then the demon has already won. Come, let us go to my castle, where we shall plan our next course of action."

Omen stood on an island in the middle of small, underground pool. The pale blue water seemed to emit a light of its own, lighting the entire cave. Omen stooped down, and touched one finger to the water, which immediately began to turn red. He then held out one hand, palm up, and spoke in a dark and demonic voice.

"Rise Jadis, the White Witch, enemy of Narnia and of Aslan. Rise and serve me in my battle against your enemies."

A large amount of water suddenly shot from the pool. It grew, taking shape, and changed in color and texture until the White Witch stood before him. She opened her mouth to speak, but found herself unable to do so when Omen raised a hand to silence her. He then turned another section of the water and repeated the ritual, this time bringing forth Miraz. He repeated the ritual a few more times, also raising Rabadash, the Emerald Witch, and Tash.

Having finished, Omen surveyed the five around him and nodded his head approvingly, "Together, we will see Narnia burnt to the ground, and kill the great lion Aslan. But for now, you must go to my castle in Shadern. I will remain here for a short while to greet the local royalty."

Sorry this was so short, or if it seemed kind of rushed. It was very spur of the moment. The rest of the story will have much more planning involved. Please review! Any feedback would be very helpful (and motivating). As far as my other How to Train Your Dragon story goes, I found I didn't really like my idea and now have to rethink it, so it is temporarily postponed.

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