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Narnia.

The voice whispered through the trees, over the frozen wastes.

A shiver went over the sleeping lands.

Awake to me…

The dryad rose from her tree.

The Hamadryad came from the iced stream, breath steaming in the frigid air.

Narnia.

The stag looked up from the dead grass he was pawing for his dying young to eat.

They all faced the east, faced the sound of that rich, warm voice.

Awake to me!

The King had returned to his country, bringing with him the spring.

NARNIA!

The roar shook the snow from the branches. The lion had come to the land.

AWAKE TO ME!

finis.

(this drabble is based on the fact that Lucy felt she had used almost the right words to wake the trees in Prince Caspian.)