Flee To Narnia and You'll be Safe

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"Oh my darlings…" my mother used to say as she held my younger and I close to her in bed. "Oh my darlings when it seems like the worst has come flee to Narnia and you will be safe." Narnia, this land of mythical talking creatures of kings and queens of old, stories my mother used to tell us when we were little. She always got a sad look in her eye when she spoke of this Narnia and I would often catch her wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. She would speak of such vibrancy and such passion and love for this fairytale land, as almost as if she was there. As my brother and I got older, she would only speak of Narnia after our father either had drunken himself to a stupor or had gone to bed. She would tuck my brother and I into bed and whisper "remember my darlings. Remember Narnia…" Some days it seemed Mother would be lost off in this Narnia world, she would go away when my father would rage, she would almost be in a depression, she would sit in the old rocking chair and rock with a dream like expression as she stared off into the flames of the fires. Mother never really spoke much of her past, before she met and married father except for stories of old Narnian tales, of the high king and queens, of a great savor named Aslan and of a dear old creature called Reepicheep. Mother was one of the sole survivors of a massive rail crash, when she was close to adulthood; the crash took her family and her life, shortly after she met and married father. I often wondered why mother would always whisper to us "flee to Narnia and you will be safe…" and what she meant by it.

"Run my darlings!" Mother lay gasping on the floor of our country cottage. "Run, run to the woods, to the twisted tree," the fear in her eyes as the flames licked at the curtains and the floors my father raging in the background. "Run…" she whispered. "Flee…now…flee my darlings…"

My brother tugged at my hand pulling "We have to go Caspi…" With some sudden strength, my frail mother pushed herself to her feet and pushed us out the door. An explosion crackled the still night air as a fireball rose high illuminating the darkness, knocking up to our feet. "Take Tristan, Caspia take care of your brother….now run…" My mother said with such a strength I have never heard from her before, her pale blue eyes seeming to spark with a fire that had long ago died out.

Scrambling to our feet, I grasped my brother's hand tightly as we ran slipping across the frosted grass, as fire seemed to rain down on the earth to the forest on the edge of our farm. "Flee to Narnia…and you will be safe…" Mother's voice echoed.

"Caspi, look the twisted tree…." Tristan said pointing sliding to a halt as I nearly slammed into him. "The tree is glowing…" I looked back over my shoulder at the flames licking the night sky. My brother's faith in our mother pulled us forward stumbling toward the tree, "Come Caspi…" he whispered…and we fell….