Prompt 12# The moment someone outside first noticed the Witch's Winter

1st March 900, Aboard the Wanderlust on route to Narnia

Dear Aunt Gloria and Uncle Madison,

Today I am so excited I can barely contain myself!

I am finally on my way home, after all these years, and I look forward to seeing Mother and Father again. It has been so long. And little Morgan must be so much bigger now! He will have grown so much while I was away, and he'll want to compare heights.

The waves roll around the bow of the ship throwing spray up into up face as we fly across the Eastern Ocean. Blue skies, summer skies, the sun warm on my skin as the salt catches in my hair as it dances in the wind. I love the open ocean; it holds so many possibilities.

I'll admit, I am glad that I left Narnia – to have explored the Seven Isles, traded my wares, and visited you – but I'm am gladder still to be on my way home.

There's nothing quite like the green hills of Narnia. Of the talking beasts, the living trees, the divine waters, and our wise King and Queen who look after it all. I am so looking forward to being there again!

Continued 2nd March 900, Aboard the Wanderlust

Something terrible has happened.

As we approached the port at Cair Paravel, we were given pause by the line of white on the beach. From a distance, it looked like fog, but as we got closer, we realised it was snow.

Which wouldn't be unusual if it were winter, though even in winter it was rare, but it was spring. It should be spring.

As we got closer, a figure came out onto the snowy beach.
We lowered a rowboat and came to shore.

He told us that it was White Witch.
She had cast Narnia into an eternal winter and turned talking beasts to her side, sweeping across the country, leaving death and destruction in her wake.
The King and Queen have been killed.
Cair Paravel has fallen.

The man, Aaron, had hidden, for he was without the means to flee, but most who could had who couldn't escape had been killed.
He begged that we take him with us, he begged the mercy of Aslan, and how could I refuse?

I don't know what to do, but it's clear that if my family stayed behind, they're likely dead. Perhaps they sought refuge in Archenland or one of the islands? I may not ever know for certain their fate, butI will set my course for Archenland and hope for news of my family.

I write to warn you not to come and visit us this summer as you promised – it is too dangerous, and you will find naught but a desolate winter waste where our home used to be.

May Aslan help and guide us.

Your faithful niece,
Kali


Author's Note:

So, I realise I'm neglecting my poor narrator, so tomorrow I'll try and incorporate him again. Unfortunately, things are ramping up for me irl and I may struggle to upload every day as I have been doing. I'll still try, but at some point I'm just going to have to decide to prioritise.

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Trix