Robecca: The Youngest Goddess

This has been my version of the story ever since I first read it ten years ago. I tried to write it a few times in my teen years, but it was too long, so I'm going to see if anyone likes it before I continue.

Like I said, I've had this idea since I was really young (before I even knew what sex was), so there are a lot of ideas that were mine from the very beginning and I can't help it if any other movies or shows or books resemble my ideas.

I don't own anything from C.S. Lewis's wonderful world of Narnia, I have just been enthralled with it forever.

Also, I tweak the Christianity religion a little bit, so please forgive anything you find offensive to that faith. (I disclaim all references to the Bible too) I'm going off the idea that it is said the only son of God was given to this world, but no where does it say that he never had any daughters. That's where the idea of my added character comes from. And I guess this story was originally an allegory for the Jesus story, so I might try to add a few religious scenes as well.

It's also going to take a while to get going. It is very science fiction and I'm going to be explaining a lot of celestial powers and magic. It might turn in to a complete rewrite of the key points of all the books, only told from Aslan's point of view. But mostly I consider it a story of impossible love, that love conquers all barriers no matter what.

I'll try to put more explanations in as I go, and please comment and review if nothing is making sense.

Well, I'll get to the story, and please be kind because this has meant a lot to me for many years.


Robecca, the youngest goddess, stood before her father.

He was angry, and had just cause to be. She had defied his rules, broken one of his sacred laws that every being in existence was supposed to obey. She had offended the Law of Interference, and she had done it willingly.

Around her, she could sense her siblings' pity and contempt. They were near, watching. She could just see the smug look on her older brother's face, but he was also probably a little grateful that she had diverted attention away from him and to her for the moment. He didn't want to admit it, but as much as he loved his job, it was hard for him to be the mediator between mortals and her father.

All five of her older sisters would be watching her with everything from sympathy to disappointment to disgust. Even though Robecca was the baby, they all would have expected more, or at least not this from her.

Robecca felt her father's eyes searching her spirit, looking right through her to her core.

"Your defense?" That's all he would ask of her, nothing else would matter.

Beside her, her friend trembled under her father's angry voice. Robecca couldn't blame him. The sound of Father's voice was so powerful it would kill a mortal, it was painful for even Robecca and her sisters to listen to him. Only their older brother could truly speak to him without feeling any repercussions.

She laid her hand on the shoulder of her best friend who stood next to her, offering him comfort and strength, and he buried his face in her dress in response. Normally he would never passively show such meekness, but he was very nervous about the outcome of this trial. Especially for what it would mean for him. His anxiety had shrunken his form so that his head barley reached her waist when it usually was at her eye-level.

Robecca squared her shoulders and faced her father, gathering her resolve and determination. This had been her choice, and she still believed she had been right about what she had done.

"The Son of Adam was going to give up his project. He had already failed so many times that he was too disheartened to go on. I never tampered with his free will, nor did I ever insert anything into that dimension; I only suggested an alternative approach to his research."

She hoped he wasn't punished for her decision. He was a good man, a scientist who was only trying to discover the workings of her father's universe. This Son of Adam had been given such a noble spirit, with a passion and curiosity that had burned bright enough to attract her to him in the first place.

"His discovery will lead to many more. It will eventually revolutionize the whole planet, prevent needless suffering, and save lives from premature deaths for the rest-"

"And this justifies all the people who will die?" Her Father's skeptical voice interrupted her.

Robecca shrank back, fighting not to cringe. His voice left her entire body feeling like it had been pierced with millions of needles.

Her little friend cowered behind her, not able to overcome his terror after that outburst.

Poor Aslan, for all his wisdom and insight to mortal spirits, it was sometimes hard to remember how very young he was, and that he still wasn't accustomed to confrontations with her Father.

Many times in the past, she had relied upon his unconditional love and faith in her, but this time she would have to stand strong for both of them.

She lifted her chin to her Father and dared to question him.

"Such knowledge will certainly be a great benefit for mankind. How will anyone die?"

It was a viable question, she knew it was.

Then, why would her Father seem to sigh in exasperation? Even her favorite sister, Seanna, rolled her eyes as if disbelieving her ignorance.

"The Sons of Adam always turn everything against each other," her brother said as if it were the most obvious answer in existence.

"Their nature is to find a way to destroy each other using any resource or means. For all the good your little gift to humanity will do, they will find a way to make it into a weapon of destruction to guarantee their enemies cannot attack them first."

Robecca's heart sank. Unfortunately, she knew her brother was right. History had repeated time and again that the Sons of Adam tended to take something beautiful and convert it into a damaging weapon they could use to conquer their enemies.

She knew this was the truth of things, but when she had been in that laboratory, surrounded by the pure enthusiasm of unraveling a mystery, learning something no one else knew, and discovering an entirely new idea, she had forgotten that downfall of human nature.

Armede, her oldest sister, would say she was too idealistic, because she only saw the potentially good in her Father's greatest creatures.

The Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, blessed not only with spirits but with souls, and the power of free will to choose their own destinies outside of her Father's control.

They were an unpredictable species. Their emotions of love and hate could drive them to do the most senseless of things, totally disregarding any practicality or personal safety. Robecca had not been studying them for long, and Aslan not even as long as she, but she could see the great power behind the sacrificing of a life for the spirit's belief. It was beautiful and dangerous, and totally unique from any other creature her family had brought to existence.

"The knowledge you gave given them will grow and expand on many different routes. In less than a century, a great war will break out. One that will encompass the entire race, and the biggest genocide in the planet's history will occur. The weapon will be a basis of the Son of Adam's research."

Robecca could hear the regret and sadness in her Father's voice. He loved all his children, especially the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve, the most special of all peoples. It would hurt him deeply to see so many suffer and die.

And that's exactly what Robecca had been trying to prevent, needless suffering. She thought she had been helping her Father by dropping hints to the Son of Adam.

But she had forgotten the number one rule of Interference: every intervention always has a negative and positive outcome.

She hadn't wanted anyone to die, but now she would be responsible an unforeseen doom of many human beings.

'A Great War? And the biggest genocide in history. And it will all be my fault.'

Robecca's head finally fell in shame and defeat. She knew it was too late to undo what she had done.

Her Father knew that too, that as much as he would want to, he couldn't change the consequences of her actions. The passage of time in the dimensions was always absolute and constant. There was never any going back through the Time stream. Instead, he would now have to find an adequate punishment for his youngest daughter. It was a punishment that she knew she would tolerate and accept no matter what the cost.

Seeing that his daughter understood at last where the error of her actions lay, and her acceptance of what had to be done, her Father turned away from her to decide her penalty. Robecca stood alone, without the eye of the Father upon her, and felt completely desolate. Aslan was brave enough to come from behind her and nestle her side in comfort.

"Prometheus," one of her sisters hissed at her. It was meant as an insult and struck Robecca like a whiplash.

Was she that? She had just presented a giant problem for her Father and for mankind, even though it would do some good. Maybe that name was an accurate enough description for her.

A punishment would be welcome, for she felt truly wretched now for what she had done. 'I should have just left well enough alone.' Should have just followed the rules her Father had laid down and simply observed, but not Interfered. The rules were supposed to protect herself and the peoples she studied while she learned the thoughts and purposes of living spirits, but now she had ruined the lives of many unborn innocents.

But still, somewhere deep inside her, a stubborn part of herself refused to believe it would only lead to disaster. She had not been wrong in thinking this discovery could do so much good for mankind. Maybe in the long run, it would eventually pay off. But like her sisters had told her, the end never justified the means when Interfering, especially when it was the cost of the lives of spirits.

She looked down at her beloved Aslan who was nuzzling her hand in hopes of getting a response out of her, to wake her from her trance of shame. She laid an affectionate hand on his muzzle and exchanged a long look of understanding with him.

Finally she managed to raise her head and look around at her siblings. Their older brother seemed to have gone off somewhere, probably summoned by an Arch messenger for some divinely business. Her five sisters remained, so the Six Ladies of the Heavens stood in silence, awaiting their Father's return and the final verdict of the youngest among them.

All of her sisters had very handsome faces and figures. Some of them had even been idolized as the ultimate image of perfection in several cultures of the dimensions. All of their complexions ranged from milk white to warm darkness, depending on the current season of their dimensions. And their eyes reflected the most brilliant blend of colors that mortals had yet to give names to the unique shades.

But it was their hair that was the pride and joy of all the ladies present. They all shared the same hue, a combination of gold, white, brown, yellow, and several streaks of red. The trademark of the Ladies and softer than silk, the goddesses' hair was considered the most remarkable substance in existence. Even here, in their home where their radiance was usually diluted, their hair glittered and shined like diamonds in sunshine.

Seanna had hers swept up behind her head and it fell in ringlets like spools of golden thread around her face. Robecca had always considered her to be the most beautiful of all her sisters, and the most kind and intelligent. All of the Arch messengers and seraphim constantly composed songs and tributes to her gracious manner and beauty. Robecca admired her very much, and she was very ashamed to have disappointed her this way.

Her sisters had always claimed she was the most beautiful out of all of them, but she had a feeling they said it because she was the youngest and usually singled-out the most amongst them all. Their Father hadn't even granted her a dimension of her own yet, even though she was well over the age her sisters had been when they received their first dimension to create and govern.

Her Father had used the excuse that she was still not mature enough yet to create life and decide destinies yet. For that reason, Robecca had always studied as hard as she could, for she dearly wanted to be worthy and prepared for the spirits she would give life to.

She had been hoping to use her experience with the Son of Adam to prove that she was ready. If she could manipulate a human, who no one could control, then she surely could take over the management of life for an entire dimension.

But now, she had just proved to everyone, including herself, she was not ready to control the fate of any living creature. She knew she was ignorant of every detail of life management, and now she was more determined than ever to commit herself to more research and studying; she needed to be ready for such incidents and cases as these if she hoped to ever direct life. 'After I finish this penalty,' she thought, 'I'm going to throw myself into my studies and finally get this right.'

She wanted to be a good goddess; she had just gotten ahead of herself and acted impulsively. She wasn't going to quit just because she had made a mistake.

And that thought stopped her train of thought.

'Maybe I have been involving myself with humans too much lately.' A goddess wasn't supposed to make mistakes. Only humans, with their beautiful and careless souls, ever made mistakes.

A snicker from behind her caught her attention and awoke her from her musings.

She turned to find her brother's companion, Tash, perched upon Aslan's back, jeering and threatening him with descriptions her Father's recent punishments.

"You'll be banished to the center of a planet in a mortal body and forced to climb back to the surface, but you will die over and over, suffering the whole time. Your immortality will resurrect you, just long enough to die of pain."

Aslan couldn't quite reach the obnoxious birdman with his paws and Tash was amusing himself dodging the swinging claws.

Robecca had no tolerance today to endure the antics of the overgrown parrot, especially since he was mocking her darling Aslan.

With a spurt of anger, Robecca hurled a bolt of blue lightening at the parrot. Tash jumped out of the way, but Robecca had anticipated his dodge and had adjusted her aim for such a reason. The blue lightening hit the birdman on his rear, causing him to give a raucous yelp and go scampering off for the next room. The feathered coward would probably run right into her busy brother's arms and nurse his wounds.

Aslan shot Robecca a triumphant look. Robecca was pretty proud of herself as well.

She had actually hit the parrot! Usually he just flew around her head, taunting her to take a shot and always flying out of her range the moment she succumbed to his goading.

Her brother claimed Tash kept him balanced, that his obnoxious nature kept him finding humor in life. Otherwise, he would yield to becoming a complete prude. As prim and proper as her brother already was, she guessed she should be grateful to Tash on some level for keeping up his spirits. But no one in the kingdom would disagree that the birdman was just plain annoying and insufferable at times, very unlike her lovable Aslan.

Her Father chose that moment to return. Her brother was beside him, and Tash, the size of a puppy, was perched upon his shoulder. Tash shot a smug sneer at Aslan before turning an innocent and wounded face to her brother. Robecca was pleased to see a couple tail feathers still smoldering on the infuriating parrot.

Robecca then bowed her head respectfully before her Father as her brother took his place at his right side. Her Father did not speak for several moments, but Robecca showed no outward signs of impatience.

She was nervous though, because her Father's punishments usually took the appearance of blessings, but would quickly turn into a dreadful task. The easier it seemed, the more difficult it was. Her Father had a way of working mysteriously like that.

Once, when she was very young (very, very young), she had gone a visit to a dimension and gotten in trouble. Her Father had told her she was going to receive cake and ice cream as a punishment, except he had made her eat and eat until it was painful.

'It's not going to be a punishment of sweets today.' she told herself.

"Robecca, my daughter," began her Father. "I have decided your penalty for Interference."

Robecca laid her hand on Aslan's head, because he was trembling, and she wanted to comfort him, she told herself. Then her Father told her the most frightening thing she had never expected.

"I am going to give you your own dimension."

Okay, that's it for tonight. I'm tired.

I know it was a lot of descriptions and not enough action, but I needed to explain the situation and set the plot.

I promise that more will start happening soon. But there might be a few more chapters with long explanations thrown in.

I forgot to mention this was my second fanfic, but my first was a oneshot (kinda) so I don't think it counts.

I'll try to update soon, but this chapter took a lot out of me and I will need to find motivation again.

But please leave comments. Much love to everyone!