The Lion's Song
The Song came from darkness.
At first, it was soft and sweet, barely a whisper, high and gentle.
And then it grew.
It soared, growing louder and deeper. It made the deeps tremble. It made the earth shake. The sky reverberated with it.
In Cair Paravel, the castle on the Eastern Sea, the Four looked up from their various duties. They each felt something different when they heard the Song.
Peter paused in the middle of training and gestured with his armor-clad hand for quiet. The grounds fell silent as each soldier heard the Song. Peter felt strength and speed and agility surge through him: the battle-bred adrenaline of a warrior.
Susan stopped reaching for an herb the healers needed. She felt a reassurance, like someone was watching over her and she never had to worry; for safety was always a pressing matter to her.
Edmund looked up from the book he had been studying, searching for a way to help prevent the drought that was, slowly but surely, spreading across Narnia, and felt a sense of fairness, as though, for one precious second, all of Narnia had received just treatment and that there were no quarrels that had not been resolved.
Lucy, down on the beach, looked to the sky and saw rainclouds: the first on months. The scorching heat of the day had disappeared, and Lucy laughed and danced as rain, cool and sweet, started to fall.
The Lion's Song had blessed, Narnia, if only for a second.