Narnijos rainis

Previously

…The fox looked at the orb. “Even the orb?” “Even the orb. It is the key, not the treasure. Choose now, or the watcher will seal this gate forever.” Mikutis looked at Jonas, at the fox, at Laima. He thought of the farm, of Bobutė, of Karvė Marija. He thought of his dream of flying. Was this what he had been seeking all along? He took a deep breath. “We choose to pass through.” The orb shot into the gate, and the shimmering doorway expanded. A warm light enveloped them, pulling them forward. The last thing Mikutis heard was Bobutė’s voice, faint and worried: “Mikutis, come back safe…” Then the world dissolved into stars.