Title: Lives
FFA: Alonna Gunn/Mister Tumnus
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or the Chronicles of Narnia; those belong to Whedon and Lewis respectfully and probably other people as well.
Author's note: I have no idea where this came from; I'm on Vicodin because I just had my wisdom teeth out so that probably has something to do with it.
You don't really remember your first life, the one before Narnia. Sometimes you remember being hungry or running really hard. You don't know why you were hungry, you don't know where you lived, you have no idea who you were running from or why.
You know you met Mister Tumnus first. You know you thought he was some sort of demon though you know not what demons are or why you were frightened of it. He says that this is because you have blocked out most things related to your death. He says that that is normal. Sometimes you don't believe him when he says you're dead. You know that it is true, somewhere, sometime. But not in Narnia where the Beasts are all nearly gentle creatures and there have been few Daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam. You are one of the few Daughters of Eve in this Narnia, darker skinned than most, which used to puzzle you.
You used to wonder if your skin tone had to do with being of Calormage descent but Mister Tumnus, that old and wise faun, says that you are from the same world Lucy and her siblings are from.
For a while, you thought your skin became that color because of something to do with your death. That's because, when you sleep, you remember a strange land where strange creatures with ridged faces terrorized you. And someone else, someone that you called Charles. You think he might have been your brother, and you think you might have become one of those strange creatures. You think he might have eventually killed the creature that killed you and stole your face. Maybe the creature changed your skin color.
But Mister Tumnus says that you died of an illness. He says your mother was a descendent of a dryad of Old Narnia and that is why you came to this Narnia.
You don't care either way really, because you love your life in Narnia and cannot quite believe you ever lived in that shadowy barely-remembered world. You don't really think your death is much different than your life was, but like you said, you can't remember much of the first life. But you can't imagine not talking to Aslan on a daily basis or at least, as often as the Lion is around.
You can't imagine that you haven't always been friends with their Highnesses. You have been Lucy's lady-in-waiting for as long as Aslan has ruled Narnia again; you cannot remember feeling this fulfilled in that other life. You are Alonna, Daughter of Eve. It does not matter who you used to be in any other incarnation.