
the beginning. It was all so wonderful.
Years went by, and I saw a white stag run past my cave. This wasn't any old stag. It was a magical stag which could grant wishes if caught. It was almost a mythical beast since no one had seen the White Stag in many a year. I couldn't help but to run to Cair Paravel to tell High King Peter.
It took no time for a hunting party to be put together. Many rode out to find the stag, but after time the stag ran into a thick piece of the woods. The Kings and Queens followed on foot... and never came back.

This was a sad day in Narnia, but it was time to move forward to start anew to keep Narnia on the path of good and not evil.
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