Rebirth and RichesIn the name of Aslan, I sing to thee.More Like This
I sing to thee of victory.
Of winter's passing beyond the land
and the coming of the chosen Four.
The tyrant Jadis, cold and cruel.
Cold as ever-falling snow.
Her hundred years of fear and malice
seemed to stretch for ten times more.
Yet salvation came for one and all
and light dispelled to the cloak of night.
From far beyond the world of known
came Adam's race in four young souls.
Leading the charge with sword in hand,
High King Peter met her ranks.
With young King Edmund at his side
and Aslan's name upon his lips.
When all seemed lost and hope forsaken,
help arrived at Aslan's side.
Wise Queen Susan, her bow drawn full,
and young Queen Lucy heading the pack.
Evil defeated and rulers installed,
thus began the Golden Age.
The land was happy and justly ruled,
and wealth poured in from distant corners.
Archenland, a trusted friend.
Small but always brave and strong.
Under the hand of good King Lune
it never faltered before a foe.
From high blue mount
The Goddess Of This World"As there is one Face above all worlds merely to see which is irrevocable joy, so at the bottom of all worlds, that face is waiting whose sight alone is the misery from which none who beholds it recover."More Like This
C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
In 1894, Andrew Ketterly made several pairs of magic rings, for the use of traveling to other worlds. He used his nephew Digory Kirke and Digory's friend Polly Plummer as subjects, like lab rats. They brought back someone unexpected. Jadis, the last living soul of a world called Charn. She was a queen and knew magic--not the little hocus-pocus Andrew Ketterly puttered in, but the true magic that could alter the course of history, and destroy nations.
After starting a riot in London, she departed again out of this world.
Good riddance, thought Letty Ketterly, Andrew's wife, as sweet, humble, and sensible as her husband was sour, proud, and foolish. But she soon noticed that an heirloom was missi