The Heart of Narnia
by Roguefan212000
Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis
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Parting with Edmund and Lucy was like a bitter sweet lullaby , it always ended too soon. Our good byes consisted of hugs and tears from Lucy . Peter laid out the finishing touches by telling Edmund to take good care of Lucy . Finally Peter and I were left alone with Aslan .
The mighty beast stepped toward me , his soft mane brushed against my cheek . Aslan s warm breath tickled my forehead , it was his mark of protection .
" May Narnia and the deep magic protect you , " he whispered .
" I can not spare you from what you shall find ."
His golden eyes reflected sympathy , but he would say no more . I decided it would be unwise to question him . The ancient lion stepped toward Peter placing his mark upon him as well.
" You must pass through the Forest of Lost Dreams , then travel to the Great Oak tree. The way to your mother lays through this tree , which stands in the center of Lake Harmony . It shall take you to your world ."
The Forest of Lost Dreams was a dark and dreadful place , even in the day time . The trees were black and lifeless , while the winds offered only songs of pain , that would never cease. Peter and I walked side by side , we silently gained strength from one another.
The voices of weeping children echoed through this cursed forest. Peter hummed a simple tune in hopes , that he could drown out the terrible noise. The sound of his voice could not soothe the panic , which was slowly traveling through my mind .
" How can logic survive in such a world , " I cried .
Peter struggled to remain calm , he always tried to put on a brave face in the midst of danger .
" Magic has its own logic , " he answered .
" Your not helping ," I snapped . " Your starting to sound like Aslan ."
He did not answer . I was beginning to regret my words . Speaking with Peter was the only thing that helped me forget the horror, which surrounded us . The cries of lost souls were overwhelming , this forest seemed to have no end.
" Theres a light ahead , " he cried suddenly.
I was relieved to see golden rays piercing through the dense forest. We ran towards the lights welcoming embrace . Peter and I stood before the glorious Lake Harmony, it was everything Aslan said it would be . The water was as bright as a star. The giant tree stood amidst the shining lake, a lovely golden door rested in its belly.
I spotted an old row boat near the edge of the forest. Peter and I carefully examined the time worn vessel. The little boat seemed sturdy enough , we quickly hopped aboard . The gentle currents carried us toward the Great Oak tree. Peter smiled as he reached for the golden door. He seemed to easily adapt to the wonder of magic.
" How can you be certain of what we will find ? " , I asked.
His smile never faded , " Im not , " he said simply. " Aslan promised that we would find mother . Thats good enough for me ."
I had no response for this . I only hoped that we could find mother before it was too late. The magical gateway lead us to the dark and gloomy streets of London . It was not the decent part of town to say the least, the alleys were filled with drunks and beggars.
The chilly winds carried the horrible scents of garbage as well as human waste . The real world seemed far more frightening than the Forest of Lost Dreams . I held tight to Peter s arm as we walked through this realm of bitter reality. Suddenly I began to long for the whimsical world of Narnia .
Even Peter could not hide his discomfort , his once hopeful expression had become grim. He tried to forget his own fear by placing a comforting arm around me . As we traveled through the night , my heart grew heavier with each passing moment. London no longer seemed like the place I once knew , every image seemed darker than the next. I buried my face in Peter s jacket and silently wept .
To be continued …...
