Disclaimer : I don't own any CS Lewis stuff. I would be rich then..anyway my first fanfic.. please read and review!!
The world of Charn. To the outer eye it seemed destroyed. But the heart felt the wonders of a world forgotten—by the people and by the land itself. It heard the low hums of lost songs, melodies which started but drifted away the moment it was remembered. The sighs of winds which seemed so still, yet swirled gently around who entered. The faint echoes of all its people, animals, trees, rivers—came from the ruined streets, crumbling walls. The heart saw the happy movements of children on a festival day, laughing and playing , the anticipation of women who awaited the returns of their families from fields, the quiet smiles….It also saw the muffled cries of a broken heart, angry tears of the wronged, or the wails of those who lost…
All these feelings, thoughts existed just beyond reach. But it could be understood if willing beings gave themselves to its almost imperceptible pulls, persuasions..
It still existed. Lying in wait, for those who were willing to believe it. How similar it was to Narnia. How different it was from Narnia. It could never be resplendent, beautiful like Narnia, but its cursed beauty haunted anyone who thought about it—a wondrous city , now ruined..
Its memories roamed the cities looking for some one to liberate.. looking for redemption itself. One could sense the floating energies in the dry, harsh winds which were so characteristic of itself..
Surely something must have survived. Just something to remember it by—and it actually did. True its death couldn't be prevented.. yet life was preserved. In its deepest crevices life did survive—on its own, unknown.
It may have been cloaked by the harshest climes, dried rivers and barren lands—but it didn't destroy it.
The puddle had dried up. Entirely. Outwardly , officially the world was destroyed, bygone, forgotten, but in reality only its contact—the puddle had disappeared. As such life did exist cut off, isolated.
Even then nobody had tried to access it otherwise. After all it was the evil, despotic land from where the White Witch had come , and unleashed some of its hated qualities in Narnia. Hence the less present, the less acknowledged it was the better it was for Narnia , for any other land. That was the present stand and nothing seemed likely to change it..
Not knowing may give peace but not understanding. Ignorance is bliss—to both the knower and object of knowledge. The knower thinks it knows the best and the object escapes it attention….both coexist unacquainted with each other..
Till something happens and everything changes…
A/n : look at the big green button-- its calling you.(help!! help!!) The only way to save its life is to press it!!.. sorry for the really sad attempt at humor. :)) :p :((