Wistful Musings

by Lirulin

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all property of the great C.S. Lewis.

This is just a short drabble that I wrote some time ago and had almost forgotten about. I thought perhaps you might like it.

___________________________________________________________________________

After the children had ended their story, Digory needed to be alone for a while. Their vivid tale had brought all of his memories back and he suddenly felt young again.

Standing in the empty room, in front of the wardrobe, he could clearly remember the scent of lush green grass and unknown flowers, the sight of impossibly high, snow-peaked mountains and a valley with colours so bright and vivid that no words could ever describe them. And faintly, as if from far, far away he could hear a melody so sweet and haunting that it reached the innermost recesses of his soul, stirring long forgotten emotions.

Suddenly, the face of a young girl appeared before his mind's eye, the girl who had been with him through all that had happened. A stab of shame went through his heart. He had been such an idiot, they had fought viciously, and in the end he had really been the unwitting cause for great evil, as he had learned only an hour ago.

But she had always been there, she had never abandoned him and helped him more than he had ever told her. Polly. It seemed as if it had happened only yesterday, the rings, the wood between the worlds . . . Narnia.

He placed both hands on the wardrobe and closed his eyes – and for a moment, he thought he heard again a soft, joyful laugh and a mighty, yet gentle and loving roar.

The End

___________________________________________________________________________

Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think about it!