I watch the stars, for they are mine to watch.
The Lion’s song created them and all of us.
As they cascade through the sky, I watch the first constellations form and our voices lift in song together.
For the beauty of this world and the glory of the sky.
For His love, which from creation, over and around us lies.
He gives the Beasts their speech. Alleluia, praise Him.
He overpowers the Witch and at the spot a light is planted in the ground. Alleluia, praise Him.
At His command the Son of Adam plants the Tree of Protection in the ground. Alleluia, praise Him!
Safety and prosperity for a thousand years is the stars’ first song. Alleluia, praise Him!
Peace in the world and joy in heaven.
When the time was nearly up; a thousand years almost done, a new song reached my ears.
Dark and sad; utterly different from the one I’d always known.
They sing of sorrow and sighing, of bleeding and dying.
They sing of Beasts sealed up in cold stone tombs.
I didn’t sleep the night the Tree of Protection fell, nor many nights after.
Unnatural winter winds have begun to blow.
I wept when the Witch reappeared.
The King and Queen who Aslan gave us are broken in the battle.
First in the charge and last in the retreat, they remain faithful to their oath to the bitter end.
That good and gracious Son and Daughter of Adam and Eve will never be forgotten.
Father Christmas is banished too.
This season will be long and hard without the warmth and cheer he always brings.
The herald of Spring did not sound for a hundred years.
Darkness, danger and despair ruled my homeland at that time; the Witch’s spies were all about.
It was dangerous for me to do my work and I’m thankful I didn’t miss their change of tune.
Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve; the prophecy will be fulfilled.
Yet a sad solo still remains.
Another horror yet to come.
One Son of Adam has darkness inside; our king.
Betrayal and death again before the Witch’s reign is done.
Yet her time is almost up; an army must be raised.
Aslan bares His teeth and shakes His mane.
The Lion is on the move.
I did not sleep the night the deal was struck.
What terms could they reach, acceptable to both?
The Lion and the Witch; glorious light and depth of darkness
A decision is made.
Blood will be spilled; a traitor will become a king.
The Perfect One lies dead.
The Deep Magic has been appeased.
The Deeper Magic has won.
Weeping lasts through the night but a joyful song comes with the morning star.
The battle against the Witch is a furious one.
Forward into battle, the Sons of Adam lead us.
But the Witch’s wand still cuts us down.
One Son of Adam tries to stop her; he broke her wand in two.
He was the traitor and is wounded now; our king.
His brother is fighting to avenge him when a mighty roar shakes the world.
Aslan leads His army, risen and alive.
Shouts of praise; a triumphant song.
The Witch’s hosts have fled.
Of this, through countless ages, the Beasts and stars and men will sing.
Spring comes on in full bloom.
A Golden Age has begun.
The royal children grow in strength with His love and our own.
Pardoned for sin, the Lion’s own presence to cheer and guide.
Their magnificent auras return greatness to the land.
Their gentle spirits make them beloved by all.
Their just laws make us thankful.
Their valiant hearts make us brave.
Great is His faithfulness.
Not long after glorious spring arrived, a young family enters their royal domain.
A King and Queen, our friends, seek a blessing for their newborn babes.
Twin sons, alike in every way, yet different as night and day.
The eldest is observant and quiet, his younger brother boisterous and strong.
It gave me great joy to tell the royal couple that their heir would one day save their land.
It pained me when the stars sang of great grief yet to come.
In too short a time grief did indeed come to Anvard, their home.
The King’s good and gracious wife lies dead.
My homeland grieves for her almost as much as her own.
She and her husband have been our great friends, helping our royal four grow and learn.
I am saddened when the stars’ notes did not change.
Grief will come again.
Haven’t they endured enough, Aslan?
The second grief seems harsher than the first.
The eldest boy, their heir and little savior, is gone.
Taken from his crib one night.
The King and all his navy gives chase.
My own homeland offers every aid.
But the boy did not return that day.
I have thought of him many times since then.
What has he become?
I haven’t forgotten the prophecy.
The Lion changest not; His compassions, they fail not.
I know the stars will sing of him again.
The years fly by, as if in a breath.
Our royal four are grown; beautiful, strong and brave.
A cruel tyrant’s heir lusts for my Queen’s hand, the stars do sing.
She must go to visit him.
I try to warn her majesty of the danger, but she will not be persuaded.
He had come to her and now she must go to him.
I am glad her brother, my King, will make the journey with her.
Across the southern desert, the stars always sing of hate and filth and death.
I am listless as they sail.
As I watch for their return and rejoice that my Queen’s honor is not pledged, the stars begin to sing of another journey starting out.
Four runaways are striving for my homeland.
They have heard of freedom in Narnia and the North.
A servant boy, a Tarkaan’s daughter, and two Talking Horses are lost in the great city.
Deception, cruelty, and the seeds of love are sown.
A mighty army and a desperate race across the desert.
Then reunion and glory.
The lost Prince is found.
His homeland rejoices, as does mine.
The Lion Himself guided the Prince home.
Our happiness did not last long; soon the stars sing of loss again.
The White Stag has entered our domain, inciting my Kings and Queens to chase.
I try to warn them he is false; only the Lion can give them their hearts’ desire.
But they have ridden out.
I grieve our loss the night their horses are found.
For many nights the Beasts search far and wide.
I know they will not be found in this world.
For the stars have sung of Spare Oom and War Drobe.
Long did the stars sing of darkness and grief after that.
Over a thousand years have gone by.
My homeland has faded; the Beasts are silent.
Deception and segregation are the verses sung at night.
How long can this last? I asked Him.
How long will you allow this?
Then one day a new Prince is born.
Many foreign princes have ruled my homeland.
They have been cruel, unyielding in their hate for Him and us.
But the stars sing of a different time; their new verse gives me hope.
Oh for joy, those million celestial voices sing.
Our royal four will come again.
My Queen’s Horn, long lost, is found and blown.
Mysterious help summoned from beyond the world’s end.
The royal four; children once more.
This Telmarine King believes in the things of old.
They guide him and bless him; my homeland restored.
But, alas, my King and Queen, the eldest pair, have reached their time.
He has sent them to their own world; we will miss them to the end of time.
Three years hence, joy and peace returned, my King sets out for adventures untold.
To sea, to sea, is where he goes; no less than Aslan’s own Country is his goal.
What delights lay ahead? A bride is foretold.
Will terrors come? Seven Lords must be found.
A joyful note is sung in the sky.
My King and Queen of old, that blessed younger pair, return.
To guide and support is their role.
Adventures to be had; temptations to overcome.
Their Cousin is with them; he doesn’t understands our laws.
The Lion will help him and a little Mouse too.
The Stars sing that there is much for him to do.
A Dragon, a boy, a changed heart shines through.
His cousins must leave now; their time has come too.
Oh, how we grieve them.
But they have brought us a legacy.
Their Cousin will come again.
My King’s dear wife, his celestial bride, has delivered a son.
His great kinfolk sing for joy in his life.
But, alas, another sad solo must be sung.
Death and loss will again haunt my homeland.
A Witch in green, beautifully false; a serpent, deadly and cold.
My Queen’s death at her hand arouses my Prince to avenge.
I try to warn him; others as well.
But his heart is set and there is naught we can do.
Gone ten years now, my homeland despairs.
Our great King takes to sea.
His last journey, we know.
He seeks Aslan’s answer; strange help from beyond?
The Cousin returns.
His friend, a brave Daughter of Eve, in tow.
Many are the things that they must learn to know.
A mentor is set; a dour Marshwiggle.
He will lead them through danger and earn their love in return.
Four signs to be followed.
Cold, hunger, weariness, and fear.
But if the Prince is to be found, they must endure.
Many generations have come and gone since that miraculous rescue.
Then came the night the stars’ deadly conjectures made my heart drop like a stone.
The rumors have reached me; the Lion has come.
It cannot be! There is a great falsehood afoot.
Beasts and men lie.
But the stars, they do not.
I make speed to my King; he has heard the rumors too.
But things aren’t so simple as one willful sham.
The Talking Beasts are enslaved; the Talking Trees, they have died.
Oh Aslan, I call out alongside my King, send us help as of old.
Then a vision unfolds.
Like a crack of lightning, the Cousin returns.
He and his friend, that brave Daughter of Eve, bring hope to my bones.
War comes to my homeland; we are invaded and killed.
Unequipped and frightened, only some are bold.
The Stable Door awaits.
I have forgotten the weight that once hindered me.
There are great fields, and trees; magnificent valleys and streams.
The Stable is bigger on the inside than out.
The Kings and Queens of the Past are here.
My fellows, just off the battlefield too.
Oh, for joy I give a shout!
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
Farther up and farther in! I join that cry in ecstasy.
Look ahead; it’s all of them who have gone before us.
Farther up and farther in! I heed their triumphant call.
This is my true homeland, I have realized only just now.
I was lost but now I’m found.
All that was before was shadow.
I was blind but now I see.
This is where I belong.
With my Creator, King, and Savior.
In Aslan’s Country.
Forevermore.