[1] The Fierce Protector {Chronicles of Narnia}

Epilogue

{Silver's POV}

It had been almost 10 years since the four children had gone, and I ruled of Narnia, wearing my wolf's crown.

I sat on no throne, but on a simple but intricately carved wooden chair when I was to deal with sensitive matters.

Then one day, I was in my rooms, and I heard the horns blowing, for being a attack.

I ran towards the sound, holding Loyalty in my hand, and I saw a rock crash through the window, and I leapt aside, and out of the window.

"Everyone! Run! Now leave go!" I shouted, as I saw machines that could be only described as 'modernized'.

The weapons, could be seen firing rocks at Cair Paravel, as the castle crumbled around me.

"Run!" I shouted and helped children and the girls out and then boys had to go with their fathers.

Until I was the only one left inside, and I looked at the army marching towards Cair Paravel.

I shook my head. "One day, we will take back this kingdom, and one day, we will rise again."

I said, before turning into a wolf, and racing after my people, who ran away from my orders.