Dun dun dun! What happened!
Chapter Thirteen
Reborn
Niara almost had stabbed herself, as the roar had startled her beyond belief. In an instant the knife fell to the sand and Niara glanced up.
Aslan stood, gazing at her.
"Niara," he said.
"Y-yes, sir?" Niara said in a voice that resembled a mouse.
"Why are you about to take your life?" Aslan asked calmly.
"Edmund is dead, Aslan," Niara whimpered.
"Why, pray, is he in such a state, child?" Aslan queried soothingly, not moving from his spot.
"Jylese killed him," Niara looked down, afraid to glance into the golden pools that lay upon Aslan's face.
"Look at me, Niara," Aslan spoke.
Niara forced herself to look at Aslan, fearing he would be angry. But his eyes melted her fear away and she wanted to leap up and hug him.
"Where is Jylese?" Aslan inquired.
"I…killed him," Niara choked out.
"I see," Aslan spoke simply. He took a step towards Edmund, and Niara shivered. "Why do you shake in fear, child?"
"I am sorry. I'm afraid," Niara began to cry. "Oh, Aslan! I wish I could've died in his place! And Jylese, I wish I never killed him! I wish I never met this Son of Adam! Two lives were lost because of me! They died because of me! I killed them both!"
"Peace, child," Aslan said firmly. "What's done is done."
"I wish it could be undone!" Niara sobbed. "Oh, take my life! Just let them live again! Do not curse me to live such a miserable life without Edmund!"
Aslan gazed intently at Niara. Niara wished she could read what he was thinking in his eyes, but he kept them mysterious.
"Come, lay by my paws," Aslan offered. "Rest."
Niara hesitated, then slid on the sand to the great lion, and lay beside his paws.
"Rest, child. Sleep," Aslan coaxed.
With that, he breathed on her, and Niara fell asleep.
Short I know! Sorry!