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 Twelve: Setting the Board, Part Two

Brutus barely suppressed his overwhelming desire to simply attack the Narnians as they prepared to leave the settlement. One of the younger members of the pack started forward, but Brutus stopped him with a snarl, "Not yet." His pack bared their teeth in silent snarls but they all crouched low and hung back as they resumed following the Narnians at a distance. Just a little longer. Yes, just a little while longer.

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The outpost was surrounded by red snow. Oreius carefully kept his face impassive even as he heard the Kings gasp. Peridan was frowning but the man's years of experience as a soldier revealed themselves as Peridan gave no other visible sign of his feelings. Ihbari screamed their arrival as he landed close to the large pavilion that had been raised and two other Gryphons replied, Atho and Tila. The Kings immediately swung down out of their saddles. Oreius ordered Ardon and Peridan to lead the check of the perimeters and distribute their soldiers where needed before he followed the Kings into the large pavilion, which was obviously serving as a healer's wing.

Oreius pulled aside the flap covering the pavilion's entrance, allowing the Kings to enter first. To his surprise, they had no sooner entered the pavilion than they heard a cry, "Peter! Edmund!" The Valiant Queen quickly flung her arms around first King Peter and then King Edmund before she pulled back, "We only got here a few minute ago and there's so much to do. We'll have to talk when I finish. Thank Aslan, I thought to bring my cordial with me on our ride." The Valiant Queen dashed back to another bed and once again began administering the life-giving cordial of fire flower juice.

The Kings and Oreius moved through the tent, each taking the time to stop beside the wounded soldiers. Even if he had not been aware of the Werewolves' responsibility, Oreius would have known the moment he got a look at the wounds. There were far more soldiers wounded than dead, which was a small blessing Nevertheless, there were still far more casualties, both wounded and dead, than there should have been from an attack by Werewolves. It looked as though the Fell had somehow managed to take the garrison by complete surprise. He halted by one bed, "Illusin." The lieutenant was in bad shape with deep lacerations to the left side of his chest and back in addition to having the bones in both forelegs twisted and places crushed...without the cordial, Illusin would be crippled if he even survived his wounds.

The other Centaur looked gray in spite of having his mother's bronze skin tone as he opened his eyes, "General."

Oreius carefully placed a hand on Illusin's unwounded shoulder, "Caia is going to kill you when she finds out about this one."

Illusin smirked, "I'll just have to use my scars to my advantage." He grimaced then grew serious, "We didn't know the Werewolves were there until they attacked. It was as if they didn't exist until we could see them. A spell-" He broke off coughing just as the Valiant Queen ran up with her life-preserving cordial in hand.

Oreius stepped back as his youngest Queen administered the cordial. He hardly paid attention though as the cordial worked and Illusin's wounds were healing. Moving through the tent, he stopped and listened to those who were conscious as they relayed their personal recollections of the Fell attack. Again and again, the soldiers mentioned the seeming non-existence of the Werewolves until they turned and either saw the Werewolf springing at them or turned and saw Werewolves attacking their fellow soldiers. Oreius hid a scowl as he turned over the information again and again, but the whole scenario had the feel of dark magic. But, Werewolves did not possess any true affinity for magic...they could have another sorcerer or...or perhaps a Hag, a very old and very powerful Hag, had joined forces with the Werewolves. Either way, Oreius hoped Katerina Alambiel and the Gentle Queen were keeping out of trouble. Though he would have to wait until the Valiant Queen finished administering the cordial before he and the Kings would be able to question her thoroughly on the circumstances under which she arrived at the border outpost.

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Katerina Alambiel glanced over at Susan but she was seemingly focused solely on urging her mount to continue at a steady pace. Upon taking their leave of the village, which had not been enforced by pitchforks to the relief of everyone, Katerina had suggested they intersect with one of the patrols who were scheduled to be within ten miles south of the village in a few hours and send them to aid in securing the outpost. Even though their lack of any winged Narnians meant they all had to make the detour further south, Susan had quickly agreed and Katerina had also seen Caia send her a grateful glance as they left the village. Everyone was worrying about their loved ones and friends whom they knew to be at the outpost and it was a sobering truth that there had already been casualties due to the nature of the attack, but they still wouldn't know for some time as to how many lives had been lost. She frowned slightly as the wind picked up causing her horse to prance nervously, but a quick check with the others confirmed there was no sign of any danger. Still, something didn't feel right...but she couldn't identify what it was that troubled her.

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Brutus peeled his lips back in a wicked imitation of a grin and then he growled, "Now." He and his pack charged the Narnian party, which was still unaware that they would lose many and then one would be used to bring back Her, the true queen who would restore the Werewolves to the powerful position they had held only six years prior to the start of the usurpers' reign. Still unaware, but not for more than a few heartbeats more.

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A/N: Please Read and Review! Okay, next chapter shall feature some significant Werewolves vs Narnians action. Remember your reviews inspire me to write even faster. Leave a review and let me know what y'all thought about this one.