All You Wanted
By NarnianAslan
A One-Shot
Author's Note: A one-shot I wrote for school. But I will have a full-length story of the same title
If you want to, I can save you. I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there. And all you wanted was somebody who cares. Chorus from All You Wanted by Michelle Branch
It was an ordinary day for me, typical from morning up until lunch. But that was when things began to change.
I walk out of the cafeteria with my friends Zoe and Marisa. We do not enter the hallways, as was expected, but we are in a rolling green field. We spy tents in the distance. Not the little camping tents of our world, but huge, red and gold colored tents. We walk over to them. There are several people, along with many creatures thought to Marisa and Zoe to be mythological. I knew they had to have existed at one time.
We walk up to the Lion, who seems to be in charge, and suddenly it hits me. Narnia! We are in Narnia! That is why there are so many mythological creatures. I walk ahead of my friends to Aslan, for that is who the Lion is.
"Welcome, Zoe, Pippa, and Marisa, Daughters of Eve. Welcome to Narnia. The Dryads will get you some gowns," he said, and we followed the dryads.
When we were dressed in our gowns, we went back to Aslan. We hear grand cheering and soon see the reason why; the youngest boy's life has been saved, the one who I think is Edmund. But Marisa, Zoe and I notice the sadness in Aslan's eyes. We know something that Edmund doesn't, that Aslan shall give his life for Edmund's. We don't tell anyone, because we also know that Aslan will come back to life, and we don't wish to worry any of the loyal Narnians.
I see something in Lucy's compassionate eyes that tells me that she sees that Aslan is sad. Zoe points in Susan's direction, and I see the same look in her eyes that is in her younger sister's. Edmund and Peter, however, appear oblivious to Aslan's sadness; they are too excited and glad that Edmund will live.
Before I can stop her, Zoe runs up and hugs Aslan. He laughs, though Marisa and I are sure his happiness is either feigned or just for the moment. We are surprised as well, because Aslan in real life is not someone you'd really want to run up and hug, he is too terrible, yet Zoe might only see his goodness.
That night, Zoe, Marisa and I know we mustn't go to sleep. We stay awake by talking just as if it is a sleepover. When we hear whispers outside, we know it is time to go. We sneak outside, and walk alongside Susan and Lucy who don't even question us, which strikes me as odd, because in all of the books about her and her siblings, Lucy is a very curious girl. I know she must be to intent on knowing what Aslan is doing to be curious on why me and my friends are coming as well. Susan is very logical, so I suppose she must figure that we also saw the sadness in Aslan's great green-gold eyes. I know she never would suspect that we know all that is to happen.
We catch up to Aslan, and walk with him, and whisper comfort in his ears, and bury our faces and fingers in his golden mane.
When he tells us to turn back, we secretly go into the thickets. When he is killed, the very second the knife is brought down, all five of us girls look away. We cry, because even though it is only temporary, Aslan is gone.