The end of a Golden Age is always a sad thing. The Pevensies, for all that they were meant to rule and reigned during some of the happiest times Narnia ever witnessed, were not brought to Narnia to stay. Everything must have an end, and though difficulties may follow, the foundation must be laid for future generations.

To her question, Aslan nods once, and something in his visage seems to brighten. The world from which he came, the world he crafted from emptiness of Nothing -- it is most certainly his most beloved treasure.

"It is. The land of Narnia, crowned by the castle of Cair Paravel on the Great Eastern Sea."

And his own country, far to the east where the skies and waters meet.

"And yourself, Arturia? Where are you from?"