The backdrop stories of my Narnia character, Luna, who is fairly unique, if I do say so myself. Oo; I thought her up in December…I wrote this on the 6th of December, actually, so…anyway.
Luna & her storyline © me. Don't use her without my permission.
Narnia © to CS Lewis.
The frigid air was growing colder by the minute, and Aslan knew he could no longer stay.
But the thought of leaving his beloved Narnia in the hands of the great evil that now claimed it saddened him. And to leave his followers in the dark with no spark of light to remind them of hope…he just did not wish to do it.
But there was a prophecy to be fulfilled, and he could not stay here.
And so the great lion sat to think, his warm breath visible in the cold air as he sat still for quite a long while, as if he wasn't really living at all - as if he was a statue. After sitting like this for several hours, he knew what he could do.
There were of course, ways around the prophecy. There were always little shortcuts in life that you could take to make things easier. And the great lion had come up with a shortcut that he was sure wouldn't have any effect on the way the Magic from the Dawn of Time worked. For it was true, he could not stay here. But perhaps, someone could stay here in his place. But the only question was…who?
Who could he trust to stay here and balance things between the good and the evil? It could not be an animal or creature here, who was tainted by the evils of this world. No, it had to be someone pure…someone who would not betray him for the pleasures and temptations the White Witch offered.
He approached the legendary Stone Table, standing before it. Tucking his head, he pulled a silvery-white hair from his underbelly and gently placed it atop the table. Then he took a step back, turning his gaze towards the moon, which was shining bright in the sky above. And then he started to sing. There were no words to his song, but it was a song just the same, and all who lived within ten miles of the location could hear this oddly mesmerizing sound.
And he continued to sing like this for several hours, until that tiny hair had grown into a length of silvery-white hairs that glistened in the moonlight. Then he spoke, a deep voice that could shake the earth if he spoke loud enough. However, there was no need to do this now, and so he said softly,
"Be flesh, Daughter of the Moon. Speak, and sing, and have thoughts. Be good and kind and loyal, and protect those who come to you seeking help. Do not let the evils of the White Witch get the better of you. Rise, and speak to me."
As he had been speaking, something had been happening to the mass of white hair on the Stone Table. It had taken the shape of a girl, and had turned to flesh. By time Aslan told her to rise, she had done so, and kneeled before him with her head bowed, silvery-white hair cascading over her shoulders.
She wore a midnight blue gown that shimmered like the sky itself, dotted with diamonds that looked very much like the stars in the sky. Printed on her collar-bone, near her shoulder, was a silver moon. Her eyes were the color of jade, and they sparkled with innocence, but if one searched deep into them, they would see that this young woman was wise beyond her time.
Her voice was like the bubbling of a brook, soft and gentle and sweet. "I hear and obey, dear Aslan." she said.
He gently touched his cold nose to her forehead, then said, "Rise Luna, Daughter of the Moon." and so she did. And once she had, he said to her, "You will be the balance in this land. Watch over the creatures who are not as strong as you, protect them from evil, treat them as you would your own children. Watch over them, until the prophecy is complete."
Even though no-one had told her of the prophecy, she still somehow knew what it was. And she nodded, clasping her hands together. "I will try my hardest, Aslan. I won't let you down…"
"Don't try, child. Do. And I know you will do what you can." He touched her cheek with his nose, then said, "And now is my time to fly. Be brave, be strong, Daughter of the Moon. I will return, one day." He allowed the girl to wrap her arms around him for a moment -- something no creature dared to ever do. She stroked his mane and scratched his ears, and he purred. But then he took a step away, knowing he could stay no longer.
And with an earth-shattering roar, he bounded away into the unknown, not to be seen again for a hundred years.
