Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or any characters you may recognize from the books or the movies, I wish I did but I don't... I also don't own the Narnian Calendar. It belongs to Elecktrum who was kind enough to let me borrow it for my story. Her own stories are awesome and you should go read them too.

Summary: 21 Yule 1006 will see the first lunar eclipse to occur on the Winter Solstice in four hundred years. Enemies of Narnia rejoice! For the time of the Golden Age will come to an end with the spilling of royal blood and Jadis will be revived!

A/N: If you have not read the first three stories in the A Light in the Darkness main story arc (Awakening, Shadowed, and Revealed), I highly recommend you do so. However, if you want to give this one a whirl on its own, you can.

Chapter Eleven: Setting the Board, Part One

Oreius noted with approval that the Kings each kept one hand near the pommel of their swords even as they galloped through the snow toward the outpost. After all, there was no way to be certain that the Werewolves who had attacked the outpost would not attempt another attack and this time on their small party. Ihbari and Skeat both scouted the terrain ahead with frequent sweeps of the sides of the pass and also taking turns to drop back and ensure their party was not being followed. Oreius silently counted the miles...they were still too many for them to reach the outpost as swiftly as he would have preferred. Peridan was sticking close to the Kings while Ardon stayed on Oreius' left. For speed, they had left the pack horses at Anvard. But...it still wouldn't allow them to reach the outpost any sooner and Skeat had been unable to say for sure who was among the dead and who was among the injured as he had been sent almost immediately to carry word to them. And, he knew the names of every soldier currently stationed at the border outpost...in addition to the soldiers attached to their party whom he had ordered to remain at the outpost.

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Frome bared his teeth in a silent snarl as the fourth crept up next to him, "The Alpha will be displeased that we didn't find the dark one."

He struck the fourth hard, his claws ripping through the meaty part of the slightly smaller Werewolf's shoulder. "The Alpha will listen to his Beta before he listens to the fourth of our pack! Unless you wish to challenge me for my position."

The fourth flattened his ears and crouched to bring his head down below Frome's, "No, Beta."

Frome snarled then loped past the rest of the group who had stopped to watch with eagerness at the possibility of a fight. The fourth was right that Brutus would be displeased with Frome's choice, but it wasn't the dark one that his Alpha wanted anyway. Leading his group to the area where they would meet with Brutus and the rest of the pack and possibly the chosen sacrifice, Frome relished the memory of tearing into the Narnians, particularly the Centaurs. Not much longer until he had his revenge on that Centaur and his mate and the return of their great mistress...so much chaos and blood would result...he couldn't wait.

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Susan took care never to let her smile slip as she spoke with elders, children, new parents, and of course weavers. She tried to keep from glancing toward the southwest more often than she should. Of course, Caia was also having difficulty keeping her eyes from straying in the direction of the border outpost, which was why Susan specifically requested the Centauress' aid in distributing gifts and food. She sighed when she noticed several weavers giving Kat less than friendly glances...apparently they still hadn't quite forgiven her for the time she accidentally roused the Ogres who subsequently crashed their way through the weavers' guild house.

Kat noticed them at about the same time and conveniently preoccupied herself with adjusting the saddle straps on her horse. Susan breathed a little sigh of relief when she realized Kat wasn't going to entertain herself by purposefully antagonizing the weavers of Glasswater...probably because Oreius wasn't around to interfere on her behalf. Susan glanced back to the southwest and wondered if Tila and Lucy had already reached the outpost and whether or not they were safe and had arrived in time to prevent any more lives from being lost to the attack. She prayed it was so and that Peter and Edmund were there to protect Lucy from any harm. Susan shivered suddenly and looked over her shoulder. The fine hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end before the sensation of being watched vanished again. She couldn't see anything beyond her guard and the villagers, and no one else was acting as though they sensed anything amiss. Susan shivered again and pulled her warm, fur-lined cloak closer to her body...it was probably just her mind trying to play tricks on her because of her worry over her siblings.

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A/N: Please Read and Review! Chapter Twelve will probably be up tonight if my muse gets reinspired by some lovely reviews. Leave a review and let me know what y'all thought about this one.