Thick black clouds hung against the charmed dark sky, for most Narnians it served as an unholy omen. The peace before the storm was now at its end and they would once again be eloped by darkness of tyranny.
From the high heavens a raven appeared through the clouds, a clever disguise for those who would wish to remain unknown and whose secrets would not be found. Like a skilled dancer, the raven lowered itself to the ground, turning back into its former form upon contract with the Narnian soil alive with the deep magic.
The figure clothed in black removed a small dragger no bigger than a dinner knife, and allowed a few drops of blood to fall on the ground below from an ungloved finger. Electric pulses radiated out from the blood stained earth until it found the target not far away.
Within a few moments a large wolf hiked from the shadowed wood, it showed off a white light as it turned from its canine form to that of a one hundred and twenty four year old man. The man looked on in confusion at his sudden change in appearance.
"What kind of trickery is this, Eben?" The old voice of the last prince of Narnia croaked, his hunched back leaning on a writhen tree for support. Across from him stood Eben, now a woman of one hundred and sixty nine.
"The key lines are too strong, it's power is too great for even our sifters to penetrate. We can only be seen in our truest form" she said to her nephew.
"Why was I summoned?"
"I have succeeded in infiltrating our old home; the 'High King' will be easy to take down, now we are ready for stage two. A King is only as strong as his people, we turn them against the usurpers, and the children wouldn't stand a chance."
"Some are skeptical , but I managed to gather a crowd, they wait for you not far from here." A smile twisted on Eben's old face, still dressed in the corset dress of the day with an added cloak. Together the pair walked westwards, their elderly appearance melted away as they moved further away.
Reaching a crowd-filed clearing, the pair climbed onto the remains of the fallen Tree of Protection. She stood confidently, delivering the speech she was born to deliver, her vengeance unfolding before her eyes.
"People, you fought hard against the White Witch, for what? You Kings and Queens do not respect you, your farms are terrorised. Your loved one murder, and yet even after months they still do nothing about it. I am loyal to the Kings, but something must be done. Join me and I will protect you, I Eben Ainsley will protect you with every breathe in my body. And give you a queen that will serve you. "
The crowds erupted in shouts of praise, signing their own death warrants.
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