*Chapter 11-Memory*
Hey everyone! I hope you all had lovely holidays :D I just went and saw the Narnia Exhibition down in Huntsville, Alabama(I was bad..I touched some of the props. Worth it? Only a little) and now I'm INSPIRED!
So be prepared for updates, their easy to pump out and I wanna get lots done. :)
Anywho, here's Peter Pevensie: Memory
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Flitting. Jolting. Burning. All-consuming. Vivid. Unattainable.
One moment would find him floating listlessly through the present circumstances. Then something-a touch, a form, a whisper, a shade-would catch his attention, and Peter would find himself crashing into the recesses of his mind, charging with a determined precision through his past, looking for that exact thing which could either be found and replayed with painful accuracy, or would elude his attention.
Memories could haunt, seduce, and tantalize with their abilities to be so very elusive. But they could also be vengeful, harsh, and overbearing with the strength with which they could often be recalled. Peter learned the latter lesson after his first departure from Narnia.
But memories were not merely an installment in the mind used to torture one about the past which was now lost. They could also be caressing, gentle, rhythmic as the ocean waves, sent to lull you into a slumber of the past.
In the years to come after leaving Narnia for that final time, Peter found that most of his memories of the sacred place tended to his wounded mind this manor. And it was these sweet, tender memories-along with a strong sense of euphoric hope-that he carried with him to the train station for his final adventure in either of the worlds.
