They were true, the stories our people had told to keep the light, were true. Before me stood the evidence of all believes. Before me stood our Kings and Queens of Old, the ones who had lead our kin out from the dark reign of the White Witch. They had lead the Golden Age of our Land, and returned over a millennia later to do the same. They had saved us Narnians from the dark forest, the chance of becoming once more normal animals, losing our ability to talk. With their great courage they lead us into the war that freed us, freed us from our isolation.
And now, standing before me, was the one we thought had left us; when the dark nights brought our fears back onto us, making forget that He is always there. I stood in His presence, in awe of His magnificent glory. When my eyes feel upon Him, I knew that He was real. His golden mare moved gently against the unnoticeable breeze, his brown eyes staring down at me. I felt like I was being judged, my actions saying who I was.
I walked toward him, my steps tentative as I walked toward the King. I felt my steps being measured, each one signifying something of my life, of what it was, what it is, and what it will become.
I knelt before the true King of Narnia, my hands sweating against my swords hilt. Keeping my head down, I looked up at him barley able to glance at him because my helmet weighed my head down. I saw his mouth opening, a sudden fear swept me, my past actions, my thoughts of doubt where finally condemning me. The Great Lion was going to strike me down.
And yet, I was surprised, when He roared upon me. I had been forgiven; the waves of his roar vibrating off me, making me look up and close my eyes as I leaned away from them. I was undeserving, yet relief washed over me, an uneasy grin spread over my face as the youngest Queen looked at me, grinning.
"Do you see him now?" Queen Lucy the Valiant asked me. I couldn't respond, my voice still frozen within my throat from the fear. The only respond I could give was a sigh of relief, looking away to hide my fear before turning back and sighing heavily.
I looked back upon our hopes, and couldn't help myself grin. Our future seemed bright, the Kings and Queens that had lead our race out of the dark that long time ago were here, standing before me. The prince that would soon be our king would lead our kind into a bright future, and the True King of Narnia was truly alive, and would watch over us till the end of time.
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