The Chronicles of Narnia: Guardian of the Lamppost

Prolouge

In the darkness, something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing...it seemed to come from all directions at once...Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise ever heard.

One moment there had been nothing but darkness; next moment a thousand, thousand points of light leaped out-single stars, constellations, and parents brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voice began at the exactly the same time. 

The voice on the earth was now louder and more triumphant. And now something else was happening. Far away, and down near the horizon, the sky began to turn gray. A light wind, very fresh, began to stir. The sky, in that one place, grew slowly and steadily paler. You could see shapes of hills standing up dark against it. All the time, the voice went on singing. 

Soon, there was enough light to illuminate the faces of the strangers in the land.  The travelers consisted of two young children. One was a young scrawny boy and the other was a headstrong girl who were no older than twelve. Then there was a cabby and his fellow horse who had been dragged along. 

There was also an old man dressed in a nice suit coat who was mostly known for being a magician. Finally, there was a large woman standing behind all the travelers. Her skin was as white as paper. And she was known for being a witch. 

While the strangers seemed to be enjoying the voice, the witch looked as if she understood the music better than any of them. Her mouth was shut, her lips were pressed together, and her fists were clenched. Even since the song began, she felt that this whole world was filled with a magic different from hers. And it was much stronger.  She hated it. 

The eastern sky changed from white to pink and from pink to gold. The voice rose and rose, till all the air was shaking with it. And just as it swelled to the mightiest and most glorious sound it had yet produced, the sun arose on the line of the horizon. 

As the beams shot across the land, the travelers could see for the first time what sort of place they were in. It was a valley through which a broad, swift river wound its way, flowing eastward towards the sun. Southward there were mountains, northward there were lower hills. But it was a valley of mere earth, rock and water; there was not a tree, not a bush, not a blade of grass to be seen. The earth was many colors; they were fresh, hot, and vivid. 

Then the strangers saw the singer himself. It was a lion. He was huge, shaggy, and bright. He stood facing the rising sun. Its mouth was wide open in song and it was about three hundred yards away. 

The lions was pacing to and fro about that empty land and singing his song. It was softer and more lilting than the song by which he had called up the stars and the sun; it was a gentle rippling music. And as he walked and sang, the valley grew green with grass. It spread out from the lion like a pool. 

It ran up the sides of the little hills like a wave. In a few minutes, it was creeping up the lower slopes of the distant mountains, making that young world every moment softer. The light wind could now be heard ruffling the grass. Soon there were other things besides grass. The high slopes grew dark with heather. Patches of rougher and more bristling green appeared in the valley. They seemed to grow taller with each passing second until they became fully grown trees.

Once the lion had finished his song, the world had been fully created. And he deemed that his work was good. Now the lion turned his head towards the small group of strangers in his land. Feeling the most afraid and intimidated by the lion, the witch ended up throwing a metal bar towards the lion from which she had taken from earth. It struck the lion in the head, but it landed on the soft grass. It hadn't injured him.

Upon seeing this, the white witch ended up fleeing in fear. She headed towards the large forest of trees until she was out of sight. The lion moved to stand besides the bar that had just been thrown at him. 

In a couple minutes, the metal bar had sank into the ground and now it was coming up as a young lamppost. It quickly began to grow into a much larger lamppost. Even though it was an inanimate, it grew to its full potential. This world was bursting with life and growth. 

Now the lion dropped his paw to scrape at a small patch of grass. The grass flaked away with each stroke, leaving a brown patch of dirt and dust besides the lamppost. Then, the lion opened his mouth to breathe into the earth. The dust and dirt swirled upwards with his breathe, creating a small pillar of cloud. 

From the dirt and dust of the earth, a life form was created in the lion's image. It was a young looking girl. Her long locks of hair that draped over her shoulders were the same color as the dirt in which she was made. Her eyes were the same color of the bright blue sky. And countless. freckles littered her face.

The two children who had been watching the whole scene from the distance had found that the young girl looked as ordinary as ever and yet, she did not look like she belonged in their world. They didn't know what made her different, but she wasn't a human like them. 

They would later discover that the young girl was given the ability to change her appearance at any given time. She had simply chosen to keep a young appearance since she was just created and felt as if she didn't know much just yet. But she was alive. She could heard and obey. She was awake. She could love, think, speak, and know. 

The first thing she did was kneel in front of the lion, recognizing it as her creator. She did not say anything, but she simply kept her head low. The young boy took note that if the lion ever got that close to him, he would probably do the exact same thing out of pure respect.

"Rise," the lion spoke. "And be known as Enya."

Upon hearing the lion speak, Enya rose to her feet and stood in front of the great lion. She looked directly into his soft golden eyes. The lion explained that her name meant 'little seed' and he gave her this name because he sprouted her body up from the ground. 

"I have created you with one sole purpose in mind. Your purpose is to guard this lamppost. You are to protect the creatures that roam this land. For though the world is not five hours old, an evil has already entered it," the lion explained. 

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And when this land needs your help, you are to assist. Whether that be in wars or famines. Lead them and guide them. Even in the most distressing times when it feels like you're all alone and you begin to lose hope, remember that I will be with you always." The lion concluded. 

In response, Enya dipped her head down as to show her allegiance. Then the lion parted ways to finish what he had started. He began to make the animals and creatures that would roam the world which included fauns, dwarves, minotaurs, and even centaurs. He would later select a few animals to become talking beasts. 

For this world would be known as Narnia. The creatures and animals would be called Narnians. And Enya was known as the guardian of the lamppost from this day forward.