Sanctuary
by Rogue fan 212000
Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis
It was a solemn night , the sort which is cursed without stars. The lonely moon was surrounded by a strange fog , which oddly curled about her.
The moon seemed to be trapped within the dense white circle . She was lost in the dark heavens without a savior. It was a painful reminder of how lost I felt .
This was after all the real world , London to be exact. Here I am a simple school boy , only another face which is easily forgotten.
My sword and shield have been exchanged for a bat and a ball .These things seem far too childish after spending almost all my life as a ruler of Narnia. Its an odd and terrible feeling having all the memories of an adult locked within a childs body.
I torn my eyes away from the gloomy sky as the memories threatened to flood my mind . I will not lose heart yet, I am only a few yards away from comfort.
In the distance , a small stone church rests in the center of a soft green lawn. Many purple wild flowers grow freely in this sacred place .
As I approach , I am greeted by the gentle eyes of saints and angels spread across the fine stained glass. The figures welcome me with open arms. I feel at peace as I pass by them .
I gently push the time worn door open , it gives a familiar creak. The soft glow of candles meets my weary eyes , it is a lovely sight to behold.
Dozens of white candles grace the altar with their light . If this is as close as I can get to Narnia , then it will be enough . Kneeling before the altar was like being in the presence of Aslan .
I felt so content that for a moment , I did not notice my name being whispered.
" Peter" , a sweet and gentle voice called. I turned towards the sound. It was a girl with sea blue eyes and fair brown hair.
" Jill", I asked uncertain . It felt like ages since I saw her.
Jill nodded smiling sadly . She had a wise and solemn look of longing upon her face.
" I know how you feel , " I said . " This is one of the few places, where I can find peace ."
She moved closer to kneel beside me . " The candle light and angels are the only things as beautiful as Narnia," Jill said thoughtfully .
Jill was not what one might call beautiful , but her depth and gentle nature made her appealing. She was different from Susan s friends, who only seemed to care about parties. I was grateful for her company .
" Its good to see you again " I said . " Will you come by to visit ? " Im sure the others will be glad to see you."
Jill s face brightened at these words . " I would love too ," she answered .
As we left the church , the night did not feel quite as gloomy. The dreadful fog had rolled away . Slowly one by one, the stars began to appear.
I offered Jill my arm, she shyly accepted it . As Jill and I walked along the moon lit path , my heart felt light . It was a comfort to know that there is a part of Narnia in our world. No matter how small it may be .
What do you think ? After watching the BBC version of the Silver Chair , I had the crazy idea of putting Peter and Jill together . Also, please read my other story . Its called the Heart of Narnia.