A/N: Five legitimate, 100-word drabbles. A translation of my story Светът мълчеше. English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, please correct me.

1. Dance

Edmund was staring at a tree.

He knew he probably was a rather peculiar sight for the passers-by, who obviously thought it was very strange for a boy to stand alone in a street in London and stare at nothing. Some even frowned and looked around, wondering what he was gazing at.

They don't even see the tree, he realized. It' means nothing to them. And exactly these trees were the most beautiful Dryads in Narnia. They were the best dancers.

He stepped closer and ran a hand over its rough bark. But it stood motionless, as if dead.

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2. Alive

Three months had passed since their return from Narnia. Three months, during which the sun hadn't shone right, the wind wasn't refreshing, the air was stale and dusty, and the trees were dead. The world seemed empty and dark.

Once they were Kings and Queens; here they were four children. Once they were surrounded by Talking Animals, Fauns, Centaurs, Dryads, Dwarves; here there were only people with crushed, bored expressions and stupid smiles, and the trees were dead.

When he told that to Peter, his brother simply said, "Edmund, do trees have to talk so you can see they're alive?"

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3. Memory

The worst, Susan decided, was that memories faded away too quickly.

She'd been in England only for several months, but the fifteen years, spent... there, already seemed like a distant dream. She often wondered if all the things she remembered had happened: so unbelievable and fantastic they seemed now, when she was a child again. The memories were wonderful, but vague—as if she'd imagined them, a fairy-tale, too good to be true. And then she feared her doubt the most, because she knew she shouldn't doubt anything.

But the memories were fading away and her heart grew colder.

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4. Numb

It was painfully clear to her she was no longer in Narnia when she tried to talk to the bird, singing under her window. To her greeting the small lark responded with a puzzled tilt of its head and a final chirp before spreading its wings and flying away.

Lucy stared after it, all sorts of thoughts going through her mind.

She sighed and went back to her bed. This world was so different from her own, and she doubted she'd ever get used to it.

And yet she couldn't shake the feeling the bird had greeted her in return.

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5. Silence

The world was silent.

Silence accompanied Peter wherever he went: the promiscuous clamour of cars and trains, of people talking and still managing to say nothing, all these noises merged into a sad, empty silence.

And Peter asked questions, sought signs, and nobody answered.

It was like that until he spoke with his brother and sisters about Narnia for the first time. It was raining, and their conversation got more and more lively as they got lost in memories. Then Peter looked outside and saw the trees dancing with the wind.

And, with its silence, the world spoke to him.