Romans & histoires Chronicles Of Narnia Order

“And now they want to do the same thing to you.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Who?” Lucien raised his hand. The wall behind him suddenly lit up. Dozens of symbols appeared, symbols of the Eclipse Order, Shadow Fang, and others Serafina had never seen before. Lucien pointed to the last symbol. “The First Order.” Serafina looked at him. “Are they still alive?” “No.” Serafina furrowed her brow. “Then who are they?” Lucien smiled. “Their children.”

* * * * * "... while he was still chewing away, the first dwarf came back and announced that the sledge was ready. The White Witch rose and went out, ordering Edmund to go with her. The snow was again falling as they came into the courtyard, but she took no notice of that and made Edmund sit beside her on the sledge ..." Lucas had been sitting in his chair for over an hour while Bobby read to his grandmother from his favorite childhood books. It was a ritual by now. Every day, for half a day, they would sit by her side, and Bobby would read her the stories she had once read to him. This was a special one. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe.

Harper rushed forward only to find it was George’s body no longer alive he has a deep gash across his chest. Suddenly we heard the sound of laughter we looked in the direction the noise had been coming from to see Nexus held with a sword at his neck and group of soldiers some with bows drawn aimed out way others with swords or axes. Harper called out who are you to hold my men hostage. A cold voice replied I am Qarinah one of the Captains under the true king you traders must die. However I’ll be willing to let you live another day if you hand us over the girl.

They secured them around each woman’s waist and then stepped back. “Welcome, Sorceresses, to the Order of the Na’Himara.” It was Nayara who spoke, and the three looked up in surprise. The Dragon leaned her head lower, her sapphire-blue eyes shining. “The Guardians charge you with the mystical defense of Edon. You are now part of an ancient and powerful Order. Use your gifts wisely.” She then lifted her head high and let out a loud draconic roar. The gathered women all flinched, some of them crying out in surprise, except for the Maajira and a few of the Council.

The guard nodded albeit reluctantly. The oracle looked at the snow-covered path visible to only his eyes and stepped on it proceeded cautiously towards the oldest citadel of sacred knowledge. ****** Anbir scratched out his answer for the third time. His perfect hair was now disheveled because of his constantly running his hands through them. He glanced at the sand watch. About 15 minutes were remaining. He furrowed his brows and pondered deep searching for an answer. Tick tock tick tock... Two minutes remained when Anbir finally finished writing. He looked smug.

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

"We're going to burn the entire Order to the ground. I want to hear the screams of every wizard who dares to steal my broken toy." And with that cold decree, the inevitable annihilation of the Ordo Draconis officially began.

We count that as a victory. In the children’s room the wet nurse sits in the chair, the book open, murmuring as always. Selin searches for the blanket’s edge—her switch. Kael looks at the window’s streak—only a streak today as well. Nyra moves at the “look at me” sign; the children look back. “Wait,” she says. “One, two, three.” Sleep. As we leave, Nyra steps beside me. “The Order has hung well on the wall,” she notes softly. “Today the words and the customs said the same thing.”

She started, her voice steady and low a sharp contrast to the tremors of the earthquake that rocked my world. “The Crimson Order isn't exactly what you believe it to be. It is ancient indeed. Prophecies do exist yes. Indeed it has been a deeply held secret for many generations. Ivy, its not a cult of evil. Not in the manner you had thought.” With my eyes narrowing and my arms crossed tightly across my chest I yelled “Then what is it? A kindred society of masked people who like to whisper riddles in the middle of the night? Sophia spare me the dramatic irony.”

Then she spoke, her voice carrying over the frozen valley like a clarion call. "You feel it, don't you?" she said. "The unfinished war. The heartbeat that will not die." A ripple through the crowd—low murmurs, nods. "Nyros has fallen," she continued. "But he was not the disease—only its cruelest symptom." She paced slowly, letting her gaze rake over them. "The Order still breathes. It festers in the cracks, it whispers in the shadows. It waits for us to falter—to turn on each other. To forget."