The base's armory and weaponry rooms were massive, with enough space for over two hundred sets of armor and plenty of room for weapons. It was here the brown house cat named Patton and his grey tabby cat wife Cyndera worked tirelessly on making weapons and armor. It was also here that Parker stopped and admired the weapons and armor.

"We're closed!" Cyndera's light feminine voice protruded the air. She was busy forging a sword. An iron sword.

"Oh, is that anyway to treat me?" Parker asked Cyndera, smirking.

Cyndera glared at him. "Parker. Parker Dooley, it's been too long. As you can tell, we're fine."

"Cyndera, is that anyway to treat our guest?" Patton asked, curiously.

"Humph. Well, if it weren't for Parker showing up, our first armory and weaponry rooms would still be intact," Cyndera pointed out. She turned to Parker, telling him, "You know, you are responsible for us, Patton and I, forging a new armory and weaponry rooms. We had everything under control until you and Frodo showed up and destroyed our first armory and weaponry rooms."

"He doesn't remember what happened," Parker pointed out.

"Lucky him. There's a lot of things you must have forgotten to tell him," Cyndera said, crossly.

"Look, is there anyway to make up for lost time? I'm sure if we rebuilt your first armory and weaponry rooms, everything would be all right," Parker said, causing Cyndera to stop and think for a moment. Cyndera shook her head, leaving Parker confused. "Why not?"

"The old base has been destroyed," Cyndera said, solemnly. "Everything's gone. Aslan gave us who lived and breathed at that first base clemency. He's shown us pity after you fled. And now we're caught in a frozen time period at this base. I'm amazed Seraphina's even human. It's what she wanted."

"Aslan fled some time ago. No one's seen him since my last adventure with him," Parker said, bluntly.

"Don't worry. Aslan will come back. He'll save us all," Patton said.

"You would think that, after the destruction of the First World, that Aslan will just come back? Just like that?" Parker asked, a bit doubtful.

"You trust him, don't you?" Patton asked, curtly. "You know he respects you. Aslan wouldn't have kept you alive for a reason."

"Then what is the reason? Why am I still here?" Parker asked, confused.

"He brought you your wife back. Rumor spread about her years ago," Cyndera said, "Surely, if you don't believe, then who does?" She paused, licking her lips. She was going to regret this. She told him, "Parker, if there was a way for us to rebuild our lost base, I would appreciate it. What can you do? The fire destroyed everything at that base. Everything we hold dear was there. I'm sorry, but there are some things even you cannot fix."

Parker gave it some thought. What did he have that could help these people out? His powers? Yes, that seemed right. But would it be the same? "Maybe I can help you bring your base back. You don't have to let it go. I know how much you loved your armory and weaponry rooms. Let me help bring it back."

"How?" Cyndera asked, curiously.

"Because I'm part dragon and dragons have magic imbued in their blood. Anything I can craft through my powers usually stays up. Maybe it will be the same after I'm gone," Parker said, wanting to help them. He added, "Fafnir still lives. We could use his help. Then there's Aslan. He's not gone, he just went away. Now, we need his help, too." He told the two cats, "Meet me at the old base. We're bringing it back." He left the new armory and weaponry rooms, figuring it was time to help these them out.

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It took some time to gather all the animals and shapeshifters together. As soon as they were ready, Parker led the host, as well as Frodo and Eliza, across the grasslands to a spot with a large burn spot coursing throughout the land. The river flowed free here, leaving an impression where the underground areas of this base was located.

Seraphina stared at the area in dismay. How could they bring their old base back? "Do you really think you can restore the old base? We have the new one. We have that one! We've been moving from place to place because this one was destroyed." She turned to Frodo, saying, "I remember how you caused this to happen."

"No, he didn't!" a man with short bronze hair, pale skin, and rugged features, as well as donned in a dark brown shirt, a dark brown vest, green trousers, and black shoes, stepped out of the crowd. This man was Cooper and he said to Seraphina, "As far as I can tell, that incident and the fire started because of you. You may have forgotten, but those of us who remember the accident know this is your fault. You may deny it, but it's never going to be ignored." He nodded, telling the host, "This is not Parker's fault, nor is it Frodo's fault. We would know if they did anything wrong."

"Seraphina, is this true?" Cyndera asked Seraphina, concerned.

"It's true. Until the blood that started this fire is spent, Seraphina will confess her wrongdoing," Aslan said, approaching the group and adding, "as it is your fault, Seraphina, you must answer for your crimes. Otherwise, this base will not return to normal."

Seraphina looked at the assembly, realizing how many mistakes she made in the past. How she blamed Parker Dooley in the same manner her ancestor blamed him, even after he became good. How she blamed Frodo for entering the realms, for nearly parting with Parker. She wanted to blame everyone for what happened at this base! Anything to prove her loyalty to Aslan!

"I know it's hard," Hades came up from behind Seraphina, whispering in her ear. "But you know, these things happen. Go on, blame your friends and your family. You are the stain keeping your base from being renewed. Confess to me and I will grant you the same gift I granted Cerberus, all the way back to the First World. Tell me, is this what you want?"

Hades disappeared, leaving Seraphina confused. She didn't want to go to Hades. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel responsible. Could she change? Or maybe she was meant to hold a grudge against Parker and Frodo?

She couldn't take this anymore.

"It was me!" Seraphina told Aslan, stunning the crowd. "It's been a long time since anyone knew or remembered how Patton and Cyndera's first armory and weaponry rooms were destroyed. It could have been my fault, and if it is my fault then I am sorry. I'm sorry for everything that happened. We lost a good base because of me and my grudges."

She looked up at the burnt spot. It was still there, but the first base faded in and out. So far, so good, but did it mean she would have to sacrifice herself, in order to bring the base back? Seraphina took one last look at the fading base, before making her way through the crowd. She looked back at Cooper as he joined her, keen on making this right.

"Get off me!" Seraphina said, stunned when Cooper didn't let her go.

"Seraphina, we've been best friends and lovers for years," Cooper said. "The base isn't healed because it needs one more thing from you."

"Blood," Seraphina said.

Cooper nodded.

"But I'm not sure mine is the right one," Seraphina said, worried.

"Sera, if you truly care for your city and all these people, you will make that blood sacrifice. Come on, Sera. It's time to go home," Cooper said, taking her hand and leading her back to the first base.

Seraphina nodded, watching the crowd in interest. All her friends and family were here, ready to go home. And there was the wooden spindle connecting to the first base. Seraphina looked at Parker and Frodo, nodding to them.

She sighed, ready to make this sacrifice. She turned to the spindle, placed her finger on the needle, allowing the needle to prick her index finger. She winced, moving her finger off the needle, allowing the blood to drip on the ground. She looked up, watching the first base come to life, a bright light wrapped around it. She beamed, looking at her people, animals, and shapeshifters as they made their way into the base: a small city with alleyways and high walls, all made from brownstone.

Cyndera grinned, feeling like she had come home. She turned to Patton and kissed him, before ascending into the city. Seraphina looked at Parker, Eliza, and Frodo, admitting to them, "I guess this is it."

"This is your Grey Havens, your Undying Lands," Frodo said, pointing to the city.

Seraphina nodded, beaming. "It's time. My people and I have lived in this realm for too long. Now, it's time to move on." She told Frodo, Parker, and Eliza, "Take care of yourselves. The Great Battle is coming, and I cannot help you anymore."

"Go. Take care of yourselves," Parker said with a smile.

"We will," Seraphina said, following Cooper into the city, which vanished when the last of its citizens was inside. The ground returned to a cleaner state with the river back to its normal flow.

Parker looked at the spot where Seraphina's city had been. He couldn't believe it. Seraphina and her people were gone, moved on into the next life. He was alone with Frodo, Eliza, and Aslan, back to the way it should be.

"Come on, let's go home," Parker said, ready to move on.