Thanks to all readviewers! I'm still busy with my trip, but I will get to reviews and reviewing eventually. Two have become one (for which I was a legal witness), internet friends have been met IRL, and I got back to my cousin's at 12:30 am after some delicious pie, so this is another drabble.


Prompt: Something unusual is happening in the skies of Narnia. What is it and why?


Long were the years since Tempor, king of the Northern giants, had descended beneath the earth at Aslan's request. Long were the years he had lain in slumber, while that race of giants flourished and faded, and the words cut above his resting place were worn away by the slow inexorable march of moorish wind and rain. Long were the years since any mortal man had laid eyes on him.

At last the call came. The rocks around him trembled with his waking. With one hand he reached out to cleave the earth above, and with the other caught up a horn that lay at his side. As the stone and dirt crumbled away, the hand that rent them grew larger and larger. When he had broken through, he grew larger still, towering up toward the clear night sky.

The horn in his hand grew as he did. When he was taller than anything that had ever been in that world, he raised it to his lips. A clear, ringing blast sounded across the lonely moor, going out to all corners of the world.

And the stars began to fall.