The dense Narnian forest is alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls. The sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Trumpkin leads the way through the bright and peaceful birch forest, with Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy all folloeing behind. They move cautiously, aware of the dangers that could lurk in the woods, with the oldest two being on higher alert of their surroundings. The peace of the woods is comforting.. but the silence is odd.

"It's so quiet here…,"Lucy says softly, looking around as she follows her siblings close, "Do you think there are any Narnians left?"

"I'm sure there are, but we must be careful,"Peter reminded her, keeping his voice low as to not disturb anyone or anything nearby, "Not everyone we meet will be on our side."

As they continue, a faint sound—a twig snapping—catches Peter's attention. He halts, raising a hand to signal his siblings to stop..