Narnijos rainis

Previously

…That night, as he curled up in the hayloft, the feather glowed softly. A whisper came, not of words, but of a melody—a song that wove through the darkness, promising adventure and danger in equal measure. And in his dream, Mikutis stood on a cliff of crystal, looking out at a sky split by a silver crack. From the crack, a shadow hand reached down, and a voice like crumbling stone said: The first sky remembers. And it is hungry. Mikutis woke with a start. The feather was cold against his fur. The orb in his paw had grown warm, and a single word formed in his mind: Soon.