A/N: A look into Aslan's side. He thinks about how he will save Narnia from the White Witch.
From beneath a flowing mane peered a pair of golden eyes - eyes that inspired fear, solemnity, and joy all at once; eyes that pierced the darkest cave, the deepest ocean, the hardest heart, the coldest soul. These belonged to someone as noble and powerful as their steadfast gaze - Aslan, the Great Lion.
Aslan now lay perched upon the highest cliff in all the world, watching over his children from aloft. The children of Aslan dwelt in Narnia and the Seven Isles, of man- and beast-kind alike.
A slight breeze playfully stirred the grass around Aslan's giant yellow paws. The air was summer-sweet as it often is (even in fall and winter) in Narnia. The Great Lion breathed in deeply and sighed half-contentedly, shaking glorious tufts of mane about his face in a radiant flurry. When there were a lot of matters on Aslan's mind, he often came to this wild sanctuary. Here, amongst wildflowers, soft, springy grass, cold, clear ponds, and ancient trees, the Lion's mind was more at ease for rest and pondering. (There were a great many things to ponder.)
Sometimes Aslan came to the sanctuary in good spirits, simply to spend time in fellowship with nature, playing with the little birds that flitted from bough to bough singing and chattering, or romping through downy meadows and splashing in shallow brooks with rainbow fish. Now was not one of those joyous times, even though Aslan wished it could be. A very serious matter plagued the Lion's mind.
Once again Aslan focused his great, golden eyes on the land. Narnia was blanketed in snow and the power of an evil enchantress. The time had come to free the land from the spell of the White Witch, but the burden lay on Aslan alone. A great burden it was indeed.
His golden brow furrowed with resolution, and also with sorrow. The evil from before the creation of this world - before Aslan breathed life into the stars, the mountains and the seas - had returned. And now his oppressed people called out to him. Lucy, Edmond, Peter and Susan, brave and beloved Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, had done their part in the plan. Now he must finish it.
A single shimmering tear, bought at a great price (for it was very seldom Aslan cried), rolled down the Great Lion's cheek and onto the ground. The earth, feeling his pain, caused a heavy rain to pour from the sky. It turned to snow upon the breath of an icy winter wind far below.
Inhaling greatly the sweet air, Aslan rose and began walking; the pace of his padded feet was slow, the foot-falls heavy and muted, laden with compassion, love, and heart-rending lament. Every step brought him closer to his destiny - closer to self-sacrifice.
FINIS.(r&r please... no holds barred - constructive criticism welcome/needed! ^.0)