It had been years without the feeling of the sun or the fresh smell of wild flowers being carried by a spring breeze. The sun felt warm on everyone's skin to the point being inside the tents felt beyond cruel towards their skin and fur. The wind carried the whispers of war, which added an unease over the busy crowds. It was threatening. However, the large crowd did their best to prepare and enjoy the sun.

The whole place was a-stir, and the rumours were true. Two daughters of Eve and two sons of Adam would return to Narnia and get rid of the eternal winter and the White Witch. Although none were expecting Edmund to betray his siblings and return, he had been forgiven, but none of it had been forgotten.

The centaurs were discussing things with one another, the fauns getting sized for their armour while the dwarves were busy creating the armour and blacksmithing, the many other creatures preparing for battle and enjoying the sunlight. Edmund and Peter were busy practising their swordsmanship with one another, Lucy was seated underneath a tree, happily talking with Mr. Beaver and Susan merely read one of the many stories of Narnia.