Narnijos rainis

Previously

…“There he is!” Mikutis cried. But before they could steer closer, a sharp cry split the air. A great bird—an eagle with feathers the color of copper—swooped down from above. It circled the tower, then landed on the highest stone, fixing its eyes on the fox. A voice, clear and proud, rang out. “You are not welcome here, thief. That orb belongs to the sky.” The fox froze, his ears flat against his head. The eagle spread its wings, blocking his path. Mikutis and Jonas exchanged a glance. Who was this new creature, and what did it know of the orb? The balloon drifted closer, and Mikutis felt a strange thrill. The story was not over. It was just beginning.