Ok, some of you know me from my first story, The Name. This story actually came from an idea by my brother. (He told me to make sure he gets the credit. Brothers.) Well, here it goes.
Prologue
"Papa?"
Ramandu turned to his small daughter, who lay in bed. "Yes, Lilliandil?"
"What was my mummy like?" Lilliandil's sweet little voice asked.
Ramandu smiled at the mention of his bright, smiling wife. He sat down on his daughter's bed and said, "Well, she was human of course, but her love and compassion for everyone she met shone as if she was a star."
Lilliandil sniffled. "I miss her, Papa."
Ramandu kissed her head. "You will see again in Aslan's Country, my child. She's waiting for us both." He stood up and walked to the door. "Good night, my little one."
"Good night, Papa."
Ramandu closed the door to his daughter's bedroom and walked into the living room. He sat down in a chair by the fire, his daughter's question about her mother bringing up old memories. He sighed and remembered his wife's story.