the seas are alive,
and they are raging with monsters, old sport.
| based on the voyage of the dawn treader |
| BOOK TWO OF THE KING IN DISTRESS DUOLOGY |
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Present Day, Narnia
A RUSH OF AIR filled Jamie's lungs, the breezy night in the island returning to entrench her senses. Catching her breath, her inhaling and exhaling had grown heavy, erratic as she tried to calm herself down. A dreadful chill snaked its way down her spine, coagulating into a consternation so treacherous and tense. She gulped down the apprehension that bubbled in her stomach, as a sinister realization dawned upon her.
They were in the other side of the sea. So while Ramandu's Island would be south in their side, it would be north here. When the Northern Star glitters high . . .
Shaking the thought away, Jamie made her way back to the others, skirting through the forest while retracing her steps. When she returned to the table of Aslan, the crew told her that the rulers slipped off further in the outer wood. Thanking the crew, she eventually found them gathered by the cliffside that overlooked the sea. Liliandil seemed to be briefing them of what was to come, a light amidst darkness. Now that Jamie could see her clearly in the dark, she saw that the star was quite translucent, and fluid-like in motion. "The magician, Coriakin, told you of Dark Island?"
"Yes." Was Caspian's reply.
"There is a prophecy." Jamie announced her arrival, striding towards them when they turned towards her. "What do you know about it?" Liliandil gazed upon her with a glimmer in her blue eyes. She did not know if it was because the being was a star, or if she was besotted with the way Jamie posed the question. Eitherway, Liliandil held an unreadable expression on her bewitching face.
"Your majesty has been most courageous thus far." Liliandil began. "I cannot say much. Only that it will be a difficult test. You must do your best not to waver." Yes, not to waver, when she was being plagued by malevolent voices in the supposed Island of the Stars and seeing visions of herself amidst a battlefield raging with fires and death. Jamie gritted her teeth, averting her gaze towards the island in the far off distance. An island shrouded in darkness and storms. "Before long, the evil will be unstoppable."
"Coriakin said to break its spell, we lay the seven swords at Aslan's Table." Caspian chipped in.
"He speaks the truth." Liliandil nodded in confirmation.
"But we only found six." Edmund said.
"Do you know where the seventh sword is?" Jamie asked the Blue Star, who pointed towards the island where the wicked and evil roamed free. Dark clouds gathered around it, green lightning flashing in the grayness, as if storms had taken root in the island's soil.
"In there." She replied, her tone grave and came in the form of a warning. "You will need great courage." Her words set a dangerous malignance upon the air, like a metastasizing tumor, bone-cutting and vicious. "Now, waste no time." Liliandil turned to them, a deep worry in her gaze.
