Narnijos rainis

Previously

…At the bottom, they found a small chamber. In its center lay a single, tiny light—no bigger than a firefly, pulsing with a soft, golden glow. It was beautiful and fragile, like a forgotten dream. Mikutis reached out a paw. But as his fur brushed the light, the ground beneath them lurched, and a voice from the darkness whispered: “The first light belongs to the land. To take it, you must give something in return—something that has never been given before.” Mikutis looked at Jonas, then at the fox. The darkness around them began to thicken, and above, the sound of the song was growing faint. The sky was still falling. And the first light was waiting.