Narnia is healing. The land and its inhabitants are thriving, and for the five-year anniversary of the great Battle of Bermuna, they come together to remember just what this peace had cost. But what happens when the very land beneath their feet, paws and hooves fractures? What happens when the midsummer air freezes, and snow buries The Golden Age overnight? Against an avalanche of thawed vengeance, with their guard down and the threat to everyone's, particularly the Just King's, mortality high, the four young Royals must now act faster than the evil that persists to destroy them and their land. Join the Pevensies as they learn that the magic assaulting their land is far darker, and from far further than even they ever knew. Oh, and that the newest member on their staff, who is also not of this world, is just as committed to saving their Kingdom as they are. ꧁༒•-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-•༒꧂ '𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝. 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬, 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚!' ꧁༒•-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-•༒꧂ A PeterXOC fan-fiction.

The Pevensies return to England after their second trip to Narnia, but not to the London they remember. Undead roam the Earth, the living are scarce. This is a story of how the saviours of Narnia fall. Of how innocence is lost, along with life. Of how flowers wilt and walls crumble. This is a story of how the Magnificent, Gentle, Just and Valiant would survive among 'them'. (( TO BE REVISITED & CONTINUED ))