"Only the good die young."
-Oliver Herford
Jill
Jill means "young". Jill was indeed young. She never had the chance to grow old. The main remarks at her funeral service were, "What a tragedy, she was so young," and "She was too young to die". Sure enough, the train accident occurred only days after her sixteenth birthday. Jill often had to deal with looking young, her small stature and large eyes caused her often to be mistaken as younger. Jill was also young in the sense that she still had the hope a child would have, even in bad situations. She truly believed everything would turn out all right. Jill also saw the best in everyone as a young child would, after all it was she who saved Puzzle. Jill was also saddened easily, as a young one would be. Jill, who was no baby, cried greatly during The Last Battle, when she saw all the fighting and death around her. Jill was also young in her mannerisms; her habit to chew on the end of her pencils, or to twirl her hair between her fingers. Jill also had the ability children do to form friendships. She and the Pevensies, especially Lucy, grew close, though no one could rival her and Eustace's bond. Yet though she was young, Jill was mature. She fought in The Last Battle, and knew things others took lifetimes to figure out. Jill was no coward. She was brave in battle, where she made sure to keep her string dry. She would rather die fighting for Narnia than grow old back home. Jill was young, yet she was not a little girl. This is one of the reasons Tirian had such trouble deciding if she looked older when they reached Aslan's Country. She was young, but wiser than most.
I hope you all have enjoyed this so far. This is the last chapter I have written as of right now, so please let me know who you would like to be next. Also, I would like to give a special thanks to my anonymous reviewers, Papercups and abby, who have reviewed many of my fanfics.
