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We were torn. Torn away from all that we loved and remembered. All of it gone in a single instant and we were left in an undignified pile on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened, a moment for all of the memories long forgotten to come rushing back. The instant they did, I wished I could forget them once again. They no longer felt like they belonged to me, they seemed to be from a different life. In a way they were. I remembered the war that ruled this world. I remembered our home back in Finchley; my mother and my father. I remembered where we were and why we had come to the professor's house. The rainy day on which we had decided to play hide-and-seek in order to try and forget our troubles, at least for a little while. I blindingly remembered how we first arrived in Narnia. It had been years since I had thought about that time in my life, the time before we were Kings and Queens in our beautiful country. Yet, now, that was all starring me straight in the face. I felt totally and completely lost. I had been confident and secure in Him while we had been in that world. I had known my place, and had been content in it. True, it had been stressful and trying at times, but I had always known what needed to be done and had been able to do it for I knew the Great Lion was watching out for, guarding, and leading us. But now I feel lost. How am I to go on?
A.N. thanks for reading. I know it's been a while since I posted anything and was really short but feel free to drop a like or comment.