Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia. (If I did, I would get to

help make the movies that are coming out! Narnia.com) This

is not supposed to be long, just a short little thing I came up with.

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For her whole life, Arinae had been taught about Aslan, about His wonders,

creations and love. For fourteen years, she believed, but never knew. All

around her, there were different statements about Him being real or no.

Finally, one day, she found out...

After reading several accounts of His meetings with the High Kings and Queens,

and Caspian and numerous others, she sat down and thought it out.

"Mother, how will I know whether Aslan is real or no?" She asked, her brown

eyes full of sincere curiosity, pleading for an answer.

"You will know in your heart. Fortunate few have seen Him and had their

questions confirmed, all like you." Her mother replied, turning away from her

baking.

Arinae ran to her room, took up a knapsack with provisions, and slipped her

leather moccasin-like shoes on, and left for the forest. It was the same forest

Lucy followed Aslan in many years before, searching for Caspian the Tenth. She

ran to a secluded area where she had long ago prepared a tent and sleeping roll,

and readied them for the night. She emptied her knapsack onto the bed roll, and

ate half the victuals, which consisted of a roll of bread, two hunks of cheese

and a fig cake. She snuggled under the cover after putting the remaining food

back into the sack, and promptly fell asleep.

She had a dream that night; In it, she was strolling along a stream, and suddenly

heard a voice, calling her name. It was the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard,

first, she thought it was her father, but he had been dead five years, after being

attacked by Calormen raiders. She turned to see who was speaking, and saw a Great

Lion standing next to a large Oak tree. His mane was the color of pure gold, and He

was much larger than any cart-horse she had ever seen. Again, He called to her.

"Arinae, for many years, you have sought for me." He said, walking towards her, His huge

paws making no sound on the mossy turf. When He approached her, she was terrified.

"Have no fear." He said, and breathed on her. His breath was the most relaxing,

vigorous and joyful experience she'd ever had. It calmed her fears, and she fell into His mane.

"Aslan, I do not know what to say!" She cried, her tears mingling with His hair.

"Then say nothing, Daughter, for it is the best thing to do." He stated, His radiance

encompassing them, and finally overwhelming them to a point where Arinae could no longer see.

When she could see again, she was back in her tent, wrapped inside the bedroll. She still

tingled from the dream. As she looked about her, she saw the huge cat-like paw prints near

the tent opening, and a stream not twenty feet away. Suddenly, she realized, this had been

no dream at all, it was real, and she had seen Aslan, face-to-face. She wept till she could

weep no more, and declared:

"I love you Aslan; I always have! Why could I not realize this before?" To her surprise, she

received an answer.

"Daughter, deep inside your heart you have known, but you simply did not allow it to surround

you. You did not allow me to surround you." Exceeding joy filled her breast, and again she wept,

letting the tears fall into the footprints of the Great Lion, Aslan Himself