Armor
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Chapter 2: Breastplate of Righteousness
Lucy was scared. They were in the Dark Island, and it was almost impossible to see more than a meter in front of the ship. The lamps weren't helping very much. They had just pulled a madman on board. She did the only thing she could: She prayed. Aslan, if ever You loved us, please, help us now. An albatross broke through the black clouds and circled the ship. Only she could hear the voice, "Courage, dear heart." She knew Aslan was praising her for doing what was right: looking to Him.
Author's Note: This was the hardest one to come up with, but, I did it. Sorry if you think this one stinks.
