So cool, people actually read this, and reviewed too. Sweet! But what's a Mary Sue?
This is the next chapter that I wrote instead of doing my Chem homework. I'm sorry it's a whole of bunch of technical stuff again. I have this theory about the human soul and spirits, how the spirit can be reused in reincarnation, but a soul is unique and individual, so the same person can never exist twice. If that doesn't make sense, I will definitely be explaining more about it in coming chapters.
I had planned to make the main character more spunky, but it's hard when she's supposed to be under pressure and stress. If she seems flakey and too goody-goody, she's not meant to be.
And I know this is really slow to get going. Sorry! But I promise it will get better once I've set up the situation.
I don't own Aslan or Narnia.
The mere thought alone terrified her like nothing else ever had.
'Father can't be serious!'
Hadn't she just demonstrated how unprepared she was for the task?
She could not possibly take charge of an entire dimension when she could barely make Tash listen to her. Her anxiety was quickly turning to panic when she thought of being responsible for the welfare of so many.
But another part of her was thrilled. This was exactly what she and Aslan had been dreaming and planning for the longest time. They had often discussed the designs for their own world like a Daughter of Eve plans her dream house. (A/N: lol, I liked that simile, you get the idea.)
They knew almost every detail of the world that had yet to exist.
Drawing inspiration and research from the other dimensions they had visited, they had planned everything: the geography and layout, from mountains to deserts to seas, the many different types of plants and vegetation, and which climate they would have them grow, and even how they would place the star sprites as constellations in the sky.
And most importantly, they had discussed long and hard which creatures they would have.
To create a living creature was a very delicate process, and her brother and sisters had done it so many times they had it down effortlessly, with an artistic touch besides. It required taking a small bit of spirit from the large collection that was the Great Spirit, the large pool of consciousness that connected every living thing to one another. Too much or too little spirit would result in a very depressed or overly-energetic individual. All the physical components were guaranteed through a species' reproduction, but all specific details of giving a spirit life were timed and sensitive to precision. There were so many things that could go wrong.
And she had not had that much practice. Granted, Robecca had managed to create many successful domestic animals for several of sister's dimensions. All of which had turned out to be very sweet and docile, and everyone had praised her work. But to create the mass explosion of life that occurred at the beginning of an existence included so many variables that could throw off the balance of nature.
'And the balance!' she thought with dismay. 'I can't make all kind and loving creatures.'
For a world to truly thrive for any length of time, there must always be a negative component to cancel out a positive, an evil for every good. Hardships and temptations were the challenge of spirits to choose the morally right. That was how the perception of good versus evil was created, by comprehending the variation of black and white shades. Robecca had never yet created a creature with negative aspects.
Suddenly, all the lessons and education that she had yet to learn seemed more massive and confusing than everything she had already learned so far.
But that wasn't what scared her most.
"Father," she began steadily. "It would be unfair to all the unborn spirits to have to suffer under the direction of an inadequate governess. You would not be so cruel as to wish their destruction after their recent birth."
She knew that's exactly what would happen. Her Father was throwing her into the hot water when she barely knew how to swim. Her entire world would be dead within a year, because she was so ignorant that she would definitely overlook something that would lead to the demise of whatever she had just created.
That included any living peoples or creatures. 'How can I live with myself if I knew I had caused the premature death of so many?'
'I'm not ready for this!' she wanted to scream.
Her Father was looking at her with kind eyes, and what looked to be like pride.
How could he be proud of her after what she had just done? Especially when he was expecting her to create life just to be destroyed.
"I know your confidence has been shaken after what has happened, but your talents already equal those of your sisters. You have been inhibited from expanding your abilities due to your lack of solemnity, but always has your heart been in the right place. The capacity for greatness will be satisfied after the necessary repetitive conditioning and practice is fulfilled."
Through her Father's technical exclamation, Robecca felt her heart jump. Even now, after all that had happend, her Father was saying he had faith in her? He still believed she would be a good goddess someday?
"However, not all the responsibilities of management will be granted to you during your trial." Her Father continued.
'Trial? But isn't creating a stable dimension trail enough?'
As if reading her thoughts (which she had always wondered if he secretly could but never told her), her Father answered, "The punishment itself requires you to spend a mortal life as a Daughter of Eve in your own world. Your goddess powers will be isolated and limited after the dimension's creation, and you must suffer beside your subjects the burdens and pain of mortality for one lifetime."
She should have known. Father never gave away an entire explanation at once. She might even be finding more terms and aspects to this penalty for years to come.
She should try to find out what she could now. "Isolated and limited powers, Father?"
"Your immortal abilities will be confined to a Royal Heart stone. The stone will sustain your mortal body. Without it, only your goddess essence will scarcely hold you to the world, for the extent is one lifetime, and only one lifetime, even it is in a state of comatose."
That even made Aslan's back shiver. A Royal Heart stone was nothing but trouble amongst mortals. It called to the spirits within the living, so alluring that anyone who saw it felt compelled to have it through any means necessary, usually thievery or bloodshed.
'And they were going to put something as powerful as a goddess' magic within it?' If she wanted to keep her powers at all, or even her consciousness, she would have to be constantly fighting off anyone who came close to her.
'Well, a mortal life wasn't that long. Maybe 90 years tops?' She could last that long.
A mortal life didn't scare her. If the Daughters of Eve could do it, then she would have no problem enduring too.
And if she was a mortal, it would mean her Father would be supervising her world. She would not have to worry about all the particulars, or be aware of every threat, only the spirits who would live there. And she would have Aslan to help her.
'Uh-oh, I'm thinking it's going to be too easy. Which means it's going to get worse.'
"One lifetime. You will be confined to that world. As will Aslan, and it will always be ruled by Sons of Adam."
"Sons of Adam?" Robecca blanched. Fear stiffening herself and Aslan, who was trembling violently now.
"You expect me to create human souls?"
Oh no, no, no, NO! Her Father was going too far!
Souls!? They required absorption from previous souls, from ancestors, surrounding souls, and parents. And then they needed to be divided, for an entire soul could not exist in one body, so it was divided between two indiviuals of different genders. And souls couldn't be reused like spirits. Every soul was unique and released after death to the energy of the universe.
"You will not be creating the Sons of Adam." And her Father would say no more on the matter; it would have to be something she learned for herself.
But Robecca almost collapsed in relief.
Poor Aslan actually did, becoming a small kitten that she lifted into her arms. Gently, she cooed to him, trying to revive him.
Aslan wasn't a tame lion; he was used to the wild ways of nature. He understood the animal kingdom, but the worlds of human always were more complicated, where the jungle laws didn't apply. He had just recently begun to trust the erratic human nature for what it was, even if he had yet to understand it.
He would not like being forced into dealing with Sons of Adam, but he would do it, because he loved Robecca. She could only murmur her gratitude and affection to him for his sacrifice.
"It's only one lifetime of a mortal," she whispered to him. They were both going to be learning a lot of new things very quickly and they would have to adjust. She knew that was part of the penalty.
'So why do I feel like I'm still missing something?' Her Father seemed to be stressing that one lifetime sentence significantly.
There was something more her Father wasn't telling her, and he seemed reluctant to say it out loud.
As soon as Aslan quieted to a semblance of calm, she looked back up at her Father, waiting.
Her brother turned to look at their Father too. It seemed he had been kept out of the loop on this one last condition. Her Father and brother decided everything together, so this might be even worse…
She clutched Aslan to her chest in anticipation.
At last her Father announced, "Your world will not be connected to the Time stream."
'What does that mean?' She wondered.
Her brother seemed to know because he stood up quickly and stared at their Father.
"Never has such a thing been done before. The consequences are unfathomable. It could ruin the entire duration of the world's existence, not to mention the lives of the Sons of Adam you intend to send there. The age of the living will be inconsistent and unpredictable, fluctuating every moment. The fatality of many-"
Her brother was silenced with a single look from Father, but he still looked horrified and like he wanted to protest.
Robecca now understood her brother's distress, but still, she trusted her Father to make sure the living spirits would be protected. He wouldn't deliberatly send living spirits to their death, that was evident in the reason why he wasn't giving her full control of her world.
Her Father always did have an imagination and was always trying out different ideas for creation in new worlds. It seemed he wanted to experiment without the burden of time.
'So my world won't be part of the Time stream. And the Sons of Adam will be protected by Father, once he lets them in.'
She didn't care if her Father wanted to implant Sons of Adam into her world. She had also planned to have them in her own world someday, once she understood the process of creating souls. This might be another way her Father was undermining her authority in her own world, but Sons of Adam were so fascinating and special, she couldn't find reason to dislike the idea.
And she would be living as a Daughter of Eve. She could intermingle with them, study their habits and thought processes more, and maybe-
But a sudden thought occurred to her.
'One lifetime,' Father had said. 'One lifetime of a mortal.'
But she would be living outside the Time stream. So,… she would be growing up in the erratic time line her brother had hinted at?
'But still… What does that mean?!'
'Now I remember why I don't like listening to Father's lectures.' It was so frustrating. He wasn't explaining anything, just making her more confused.
"Faith," Aslan whispered up to her, feeling the tension in her body.
She looked down at her dearest friend. He had lifted his head from where he had buried it in her bosom, finally managing to overcome his terror, and she could hardly do any less. She couldn't be frustrated just because she was scared of not knowing every detail.
She had to trust her Father. He always knew what to do, and it was always fair and beneficial in the end. She had to have faith that her Father knew what he was doing.
Her eyes lifted to him once more. Would there be any other conditions to her punishment?
There didn't seem so. He was sending her brother and sisters out of the room, leaving the three of them alone. Robecca put down Aslan, who regained his full height and walked off to the shadows of the room where her sisters had been watching.
Her Father then held out his arms to her. Robecca didn't hesitate to rush into his embrace. His warm arms gently holding her close and cradling her in love, Robecca savored the moment, letting go of all the stress and fear the situation had caused. Tears leaked out her eyes, tears she had been holding in while her siblings looked on.
Right now, in her Father's arms, she didn't have to be brave, or even responsible, she could just be her Father's daughter. He took away all the pain and always made everything better. This feeling would have to last her maybe a few millennia while she was apart from him. She did truly love her Father, though it was hard for anyone not to, and she would miss him.
After a few moments, she pulled back and looked at her Father, her eyes drying up and her lovely smile back on her glowing face.
Her Father loved her, and he believed in her. She could do anything.
Her Father smiled back at her new found determination. "When do I leave, Father?"
I can't tell if that's as long as the first chapter was. oh well.
I'm hoping to move into the creation of Narnia scene in the next chapter.
I hope a few people at least are liking it.