A/N: Character-list will be uploaded to main page at some point (for this story and the Guardians arc). Minor alteration to the date*
A/N2: I am so mean. So very, very mean.
Epilogue
10 years later…
1013 of the King's Calendar
Rain fell uninterrupted for days. A bird took flight from a treetop. A tremor through the earth frightened beasts of the Western Wild.
Under pines and ash, dark green vied for dominance with dark grey as heavens-overturned poured down upon the tranquil forests. Uproariously disagreeing with the movements of earth. A charcoal sky churned in a building whorl and thunder beckoned in the distance.
Animals fled.
The very forest in which they lived smelled like fear. Sent them scurrying away on quick feet. The foxes. The wolves. The elk. The deer. Some fled to higher ground. Others just fled.
Those who knew – who felt the earth move and knew what it heralded – abandoned their homes, their caves, in the wake of that first tremor. But the sad creatures that could not, would not, crawled away like animals and hid in the rain, on high perches. Defying nature.
The boggles - dumb and violent - hid in crevasses all along the northern mountain range. They were the first to vanish.
The ogres. Those who knew to fear darkness, fled to open range. The fields to the north where not a tree spiked the view for miles. They trembled as distant tremors frightened their young and the smell of a new apex predator filled their noses.
But in that deep, Western Wild – in those secret crevasses that scored the foundations of Narnia, there came a sound. Like a tremulous whisper amidst the storm that raged in unfettered intensity, like a searching of shadows.
Like clicking claws against a rock.
There! came a whisper and a pale hand followed.
A/N: And so it begins...