The rain intensified. Peter closed his eyes.
That was the cruelty and the gift of Narnia: you could live a lifetime and return to the very same second. The Chronicles Of Narnia All Parts
And so, to the final part.
They wandered through the giant-haunted North, nearly cooked, and descended into the dark earth. Underland stretched for miles—a kingdom of sleeping gnomes and a silent, green-lit sea. And there, in a silver chair, sat Prince Rilian, Caspian’s lost son, bound by the Witch’s enchantment. The rain intensified
The stars fell. Father Time, giant and blind, broke his chains and blew out the sun. The great dragon of the deep coiled and died. And all the creatures of Narnia filed through the stable door: the faithful to the inside, the faithless to the shadow. And so, to the final part
He was fourteen again, firing an arrow at a wolf. His brother Edmund, pale and treacherous, had just been saved. The Witch’s spell of “always winter, never Christmas” had frozen Narnia’s heart. But the four thrones at Cair Paravel were empty for a reason.
“The term is over,” Aslan said. “The holidays have begun.”