A/N: I was tired when I wrote this, so...I don't even know if it fulfills the prompt. I suppose it kinda does, in a roundabout way. Lol.
Prompt: Tell of a time when music changed things in Narnia—either because it changed hearts or because it held magic.
Songs.
Music.
Melodies and harmonies.
All swelling up from the earth in a glorious symphony.
The stars joined their shimmering, silver sound to the tune. Their voices rand through the air like… like perfectly crafted snowflakes. It was a thing beyond description.
The song continued, the same as it had been, but also not the same. Every speck of dry, dead dust that heard the song's call responded in life.
Life leapt from the ground in the form of sturdy oaks, graceful, tall birches, delicate roses, twisting vines—all was called forth at His melody.
Then… then came the chorus.
As the song changed, so did the earth. Joy, wildness, freedom—those were the lyrics.
The earth exploded again in life, and the new life lent their voices to usher forth the new earth.
The four watched in utter silence—but I can tell you with certainty that their hearts sung too.
Three silent songs of joy and awe wound their way toward the Center of it all.
T animals joined, resulting in a joyful cacophony of music.
But.
But perfect things don't exist in this world yet.
The song was not perfect—two voices joined together in a harmony of hate. Hate for the light of the stars and moon. Hate for the blooming green all around. Hate for the animals rejoicing freely.
Most of all, hate for the Maker of the Song.
Though the music brought forth life from the dry soil of the world, it stirred up hate in the heart of these two.
Nay, it didn't cause it. Goodness never invents evil.
It only unveiled their twisted instruments.
The chorus was not ruined by their folly. For now, the light was greater than the darkness.
In this orchestra room, however, all instruments take their turn at leading the melody.
Always, though, it's held up by The Song.
The perfect Song of the Lion.