Summery: an angel surveys a group of people and reflects on their fates

Disclaimer: The Pevensies, Digory, Polly, Eustace, Jill, Aslan and Narnia are all the brilliant creations of C.S. Lewis and are simply used to give form to my notions. The British Railway belongs to Britain.

a/n: here's the corrected version. Thanks Val Evenstar!

An Angel's Reflection

This morning started the chaos and no one even knew.

Except me.

Sometimes I wish I were as oblivious to the signs.

To not be aware of the potential tragedy surrounding this town, nay, this nation.

Seeing all those people at the train station, knowing the day each of them will know their end.

This group over here for example: two old, three in their twenties, two no more than children.

To think that this happy group will be no more in a matter of hours.

Like so many, happy and carefree -- then no more.

The difference with these?

Death holds no fear for them. In their minds and hearts, they know for a fact what's happening to them. What will happen to them.

There it is.

The British Railway wreck.

The tragedy of the year.

Many dead.

Many wounded.

Among them, the seven from the train station.

Young lives gone from this world, to the next.

And they're doing fine.

I showed them there myself.

The one I feel empathy for is the sister who remained at home, the one who didn't go on the trip with her brothers and sisters.

The one left without her parents or family or friends or hope.

The others?

In heaven reunited with old friends, greeted by fallen comrades, bowing at the feet of the One they served for the better part of their lives.

Both lives they had lived.

One on Earth, one in Narnia.

It was to Narnia that Digory, Polly, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Eustace and Jill returned.

To Aslan.