As they fled, they saw the truth: the Witch had lied. There was no roof of stone above them. The “sky” was a spell. They burst into the starlight of Narnia, gasping.
Peter remembered Aslan’s song as if he had heard it yesterday. Not a tune, but a force. The darkness swirled, stars ignited, and the sun rose for the first time. Grass unfurled like green fire. Animals rose from the earth, and those who looked into Aslan’s eyes received the gift of speech. Digory, with a heavy heart, watched Aslan choose a simple cab horse named Strawberry to become a winged horse, Fledge. The first evil—the Witch—had already slipped in, biting an apple from the forbidden garden. But Aslan turned that curse into a promise: the Tree of Protection would guard Narnia for centuries. The Chronicles Of Narnia All Parts
And so, to the final part.