A/N: I own the Lion's Breath flower. Anything recognizable belongs to C. S. Lewis.

Lion's Breath... All the children of Aslan know of it.

That wondrous flower, the stuff of legends. It has strengthened the heart of warriors, given hope to the afflicted, and lifted the spirits of the downtrodden. The goal of many a quest over the ages, it has been many years since it has been seen in Narnia.

Once it flourished on hills and in valleys, in the midst of the desert and at the edge of the sea: at any place where the Great Lion bestowed his healing breath on his creations. Where such an event occurred, bunches of trailing plants dotted with yellow star-like flowers would grow from the ground, their twining golden stems and soft brown leaves reminiscent of the Lion's mane. When they were plucked and the scent breathed in, a sense of peace and assurance would fill the person who did so; similar to when Aslan breathed on those who were troubled in any way. For this, the blooms were greatly prized.

But as the White Witch grew in strength, and the Tree of Protection fell, the Lion's Breath was less and less frequently to be found. When the land was covered in ice and snow, many animals gave up hope that the flower, or the Lion who brought it, was ever to be seen again. A number of these faithless creatures have turned from Aslan and joined the Witch's army, losing any remembrance of the hope that the flower brought. Chief among such creatures are the Black Dwarves, for though they prize beauty, they prize that which is both beautiful and long-lasting even more. And the Witch is long-lasting indeed.

It has been nigh a hundred years since she first came to Narnia, and many are wondering if her reign will ever end. But do not fear, dear ones, for the Prophecy tells of a time when four Children shall come to Narnia. They shall overthrow the Witch and end the winter with the help of Aslan, for he shall return at that time.

And when the Lion returns, so shall Lion's Breath.

A/N: I imagine this story being told by Centaurs to their wide-eyed foals, or by Mr. Beaver to the children of his friends. Hope you enjoyed it!