Prologue
She stood in the center of the temple and watched as a rolled parchment was gently placed into a chest. The young king closed the lid and locked it before slipping the key inside of his pocket. He stood from his crouched position and looked at the three remaining monarchs before turning his gaze to her. With a silent nod, she and her sister walked from the temple. The two kings followed, and then the two queens in turn. Without hesitation the kings began to push the stone doors of the temple closed, sealing its contents away from the world. This was the final step to their plan. This was the last artifact they had hidden, and now their jobs were done. For now, at least.
Once the doors were closed, the two sisters stepped forward. With one more nod from the kings they joined hands. A light of gold and silver filled their eyes, a light they knew the four monarchs could not see. The temple began to shake slightly, and small stones fell onto the grass beneath it. The two doors of the temple joined, merging together to create a single barrier. Those doors, they all knew, would not be opened for thousands of years. How many thousands they did not know, but they had faith that one day things would be set right. That one day peace would once again reign supreme throughout the land.
The sisters turned their backs on the temple, both content with not looking back. The eldest of the two turned her attention to the woods just mere steps away. The greens and browns of the forest became distorted, blurring until new colors emerged in the haze. The youngest queen ran to the two sisters, crying. They all whispered soft goodbye's and words of comfort and strength. They needed the courage it brought, because they all knew that nothing would be the same again. And as each man and woman stepped through the portal, they left a piece of themselves back in the land they would always call home. Back in the land of Narnia.
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