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
EUSTACE CRASHED UPON a small landform off the coast of Dark Island, exhaustion catching up to him. He still had the sword in his grasp, but his large bronze wings were starting to fail him. He had taken so much injuries, and a new, much more cruel pain coursed through his body that he found himself unable to move, the tire taking an exhaustive toll over him. He groaned, a hollowness puncturing itself in his heart that he hadn't known where it had come from. If he could only close his eyes for a second, close his eyes and go to sleep . . .
Just then, a loud anguished roar cut through the air, and through Eustace's blurry vision, the blackened shadow of enormous wings glided across the skies, fleeing into the silver heavens. Verzimir was gone, and Eustace still felt a deep stinging pain in the area where his heart should be.
He'd been certain it was a dream, when he heard a fearsome growl, followed by paws scraping against the soft sand. Almost instantaneously, he felt himself lighten, and lifted into the air. He might've roared, the pain from his injuries too much. All he could feel at that moment had been his skin tearing itself apart, as if something was peeling it off. Then, he grew smaller, and smaller, and when he opened his eyes once more from the dream, he was a boy again.
Eustace lifted himself from where he lay, and found that the half of the sword had still been in his grasp. Before him loomed the great Island of Ramandu, the same as how they had left it. Glancing back towards Dark Island, he saw the crimson storm dissolve into thin air, the sky brightening up once more. But, remnants of green mist remained upon the shores, which prompted him to look back to Ramandu's Island. He knew what he had to do.
Hurriedly, Eustace made his way up the mountains, tracing the path they took before. He eventually found Aslan's Table, the same tree serving as a doorway to it. Sword in hand, he walked towards the table slowly, and saw half of the sword already laid upon it. He'd been about to set his half of the sword down as well, when green smoke slithered around him, harshly pulling him away from the table to prevent him from doing what he intended. He stumbled, swiping at the smoke with the blade in an attempt to get rid of it somehow, but it was persistent, as if it had a mind of its own.
Just then, the sword glowed a bright blue, and so did the other swords upon the table, as they trembled and hummed a haunting song. Eustace stood up from where he'd been pushed down, and in a swift motion, he swatted the smoke away, and lay the half sword directly onto its other half, and then, he backed away. Almost immediately, a blue light shot up from the swords, raging into the heavens.
The green mist evaporated, and finally, the gray and crimson clouds on Dark Island evanesced into clear blue skies.
