"Rise O white winged one." A mighty lion stood in the middle of a clearing. A small girl stood up on unstable legs.
"T-Thank you, O Mighty Lion," She stammered, curtseying.
The lion gazed deep into the girl's eyes, "Never bow to anyone but me. Even if the Highest King in all of Narnia commands you, you will not bow to him."
The girl nodded, then gave the white wings on her back a flap.
"Can I really fly with these?" She asked eagerly.
The Lion chuckled. It sounded like thunder, "Of course dear one. But your wings are still weak. In time they will be strong and you will be soaring over the clouds."
The girl smiled big, but the Lion had turned serious again.
"Come with me." The Lion led her to a stream.
"Look into the stream. What do you see?"
Perplexed by the question, the girl bent to gaze into the stream. A reflection stared back.
"Why, I see myself of course!" The girl felt hot breath on her neck.
"Look again," The Lion commanded gently.
The girl looked again, and this time she didn't see herself. She saw another person.
"Who is this?" She asked, her voice quivering.
"This is you," The Lion stated simply.
The girl whirled around to face him, then turned back to the screen.
"This doesn't look like me," She said uncertainly.
"I have long silver hair, and light blue eyes. This girl has red-blonde hair. And dark green eyes! This cannot be me!"
"It is."
The girl turned to face the lion again, "Why change me?" she asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"Dear one, it is not permanent. You can change back to yourself at any time."
"Why change me?" She repeated.
"Because someone might take advantage of you as an Angel, and your powers."
"Powers?" The girl looked at her hands, "I have powers?"
"You can control water," The Lion told her.
"Can I try it?" She asked excitedly.
"That is why I changed you. You cannot use your powers while you are this person."
"What if I need my powers greatly, and I'm this person?"
The Lion gazed at her with love, "You ask all the right questions, dear one. Like I said, you can always change back to the Angel that you are."
"I have so many questions, Mighty Lion," The girl sighed.
"Do ask, small one."
They came in a rush, "How can I change back? How can I control the air and water? Why can I control the air and water? Why exactly do I hide my identity? Why am I an Angel in the first place?" The last question came as a shout.
"Rest easy, dear one. I will answer all questions you have."
"Thank you."
"How you can change back, it is quite simple. You go to any place where you see your reflection, and say the words, 'I am an Angel. Change me to my true form.'"
"And if I want to be this other person?" She asked.
"You do the same thing, but you say 'I am an Angel. Change me to my other form.'"
"Ok, what about my powers?"
"Just let your energy flow to your finger tips. Think about making a ball of water in the air, and it shall happen."
"Why can I control air and water?"
"It is the way I have made you."
"Why do I hide my identity?"
"You do not have to. You can tell anyone you would like that you are an Angel. But," he warned, "be careful about who you share this information with."
"Why am I an Angel in the first place?" The girl dared to ask.
The Mighty Lion's eyes looked troubled, "I am sorry, dear one. I cannot answer this question."
"I understand," The girl said, even though she didn't understand.
"You may go now. But one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Your name is Violet."
"Violet," The girl repeated as she walked away. Then another thought entered her mind.
"Wait!" She called to the retreating Lion.
He swung his great head to look at her, "What is it?"
"Am I allowed one more question?"
The Lion's eyes softened, "Of course."
The girl -Violet- took a short breath, then said, "For the short while that I have known you, I have called you the 'Mighty Lion'. Now you are just that, but you must have a name that others call you by."
The Mighty Lion chuckled, "My name, dear one, is Aslan."