Hi-Yo Feathers! The Lone Bluejay Flies Again!

Copperfox

Copperfox

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We are told in "The Horse and His Boy" that sometimes your only reward for doing one good deed is that you are asked to do a better and more difficult one. This decidedly applies to Flakefeather, the Talking Bluejay. He goes all the way back to the roleplay "With Swords, Claws and Teeth Bared." Since then, I have brought him back on stage to serve Aslan in various new tasks. I myself, as the brave bird's AUTHOR, decided that now he could genuinely ("This time for sure, Rocky!") retire. But literally just since last night, this has changed.

The Emperor-Over-Sea DOES furnish guiding signs. In this case, the sign consisted in finding a long-forgotten figurine OF A BLUEJAY in my basement. Therefore, I will regard Flakefeather as a military retiree called back to active duty. To be super-extra sure of not contradicting ANYTHING written heretofore, I'll give this winged hero a mission in the Gamma Sateri Galaxy, a galaxy of whose existence I heard from Evening Star. I'm pretty sure that NO story action has yet been staged there.

As a way to GET Flakefeather into Gamma Sateri, I will call upon Captain Rightawrong, who can take our dimension-surfing bird thither, and have Dragon Eqquivalentor cover a return trip. Both of those demigods can do this, one-and-done, without contradicting THEIR arcs.

Now, clap your hands, wings and flippers for a heroic encore. Don't worry: before the end of this month, EVEN with July Fourth impending, I'll decide what precisely Flakefeather will be doing.


___-----'''''''' THIS STORY WILL USE A FIRST-PERSON VIEWPOINT, WHICH MAKES IT THE KIND OF STORY I HAVE WRITTEN WHEN I WAS USING THE MISTER ECLECTIC ALIAS.
 
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I know that we Talking Creatures live longer than our basic prototypes, but our lifespans are more than full with service. I was hatched in Archenland, back when it was refuge for Humans and other sapients dwelling outside the frigid zone of the White Witch's bitter spell. I remember the Talking Hound who took it on herself to run a greenhouse growing food for trapped Narnians. I also remember Elephant Ironbulk, who took point each time we crossed north with relief shipments. After Jadis got what she deserved, my canine friend joined me in hunting down evil holdouts who bitterly spurned King Peter's offer of clemency.

Now, I already knew that the Narnian world was a parallel universe, branched off of Adam's Earth. But it ruffled my head-crest to learn that this parallel universe contained its own parallel universes. In one such timeline, after Lord Digory and Lady Polly had visited the Narnian world, foolish Talking Tigers chose to feel insulted because the Lord Jesus Christ, Second Person of the Trinity, had worn the shape of a Lion for his Narniaverse incarnation. The over-trusting Chief Lion Zendragund had taught the Tigers the biting technique intended to dispatch non-sapient meat animals as painlessly as possible. Because he gave away his people's advantage, the treacherous onslaught of most Tigers against all the Lions inflicted much more damage than it otherwise would have.


* Readers are encouraged to look up "The Lion's Share," by Timbalionguy. When Tim checked out my "Southward the Tigers," he resolved to fill in more material. He even speculated on how Cair Paravel was physically built. If you can do so, you should read the existing portion of "The Lion's Share" before you start on "Southward the Tigers."

We now resume Flakefeather's narration.



King Frank, followed by every law-abiding Narnian, personally took part in putting down the unprovoked aggression. When the surviving adult Tigers faced trial, the Cab Driver King acknowledged the few among them who had not been parties to the treason. A particularly wise and courageous male named Quickspring assumed leadership of his banished fellows. They were warned to take great care against slaying Talking Beasts who had already rambled south on their own. I was not needed for any of this, but Aslan Himself informed me that the reformed Tigers established a colony called Limtal.

Seeing that my greater lifespan as a Talking Creature meant I had no need to select a mate hastily, Aslan bestowed an even longer lifespan on me. Then He opened my astonished eyes to the existence of solar systems; to the fact that the Narnian mini-solar-system was far smaller than the one containing Adam's Earth; to the fact that galaxies contained millions of solar systems; and to the fact that there were many galaxies. Aslan's Breath, which is the Third Person of the Trinity, helped me to take this in without my head exploding. (The very notion of time zones was a tough seed to swallow, but the Emperor-Over-Sea had always intended for me to be able to handle it while I served Him far and wide.)

Enough said for now. I'll resume the story later.
 
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