The Heart of Narnia

By Roguefan212000

Narnia belongs to C.S Lewis

Mother was lulled into a grief induced slumber. Her sobbing easily weakened her frail body. Peter and I gently lifted mother onto the living room sofa. While , Ann wrapped a simple quilt around her .

Mother had aged greatly within this short lapse of time . The dark rings under her eyes told a tale of sleepless nights. A painful silence hung over us , as Peter and I entered the kitchen . Peters voice chased away the night time demons .

" We have to take her to HIM, " he said simply .

Peter made it sound as though this was the answer to every thing .

" I want all of us to live in a world where things are certain , " I answered . " Do you think mother would want to live in a fairyland with talking animals."

His anger was slowly beginning to rise.

" Aslan promised that the outcome would be in our favor ." Peter said firmly. " I believe him."

I sadly shook my head .

" Im not like you , Peter. I cant believe in a path , which I can not see . "

Worry marked his young face.

" You have to have some faith ,Su ."

" Faith did not save our father , " I cried .

These words deeply hurt him , I could clearly see the sorrow and anger shining in his bright blue eyes .

" Sometimes , I dont know you at all , " Peter said sadly . " This isnt easy for me , either but right now Aslans word is the only hope we have."

" I cant believe in him, anymore ," I answered.

Peters pain turned to shock..

" Su, you can not truly mean that ," he cried . " The Heart of Narnia will … "

" I dont want to hear about Aslan or Narnia, " I cried angrily .

Suddenly, Peter fell silent , which in his case is worse than words . He normally followed this habit , when he was truly angry . His intense silence could enrage one all the more , but in this instance, such was not the case.

. I followed his gaze which lead to the corner of the kitchen . I t was Ann ! In the heat of my anger , I forgot she was still with us .

All at once , I felt fearful and ashamed. My best friend had witnessed my lack of self control , but far worse Ann discovered our secret of Narnia . I was at a lost for an excuse or an explanation , the former High King suffered from the same misfortune .

Anns gentle voice filled the silent void .

" How can you fight at a time , when you need each other the most , " she cried in earnest.

A vision of shock and disappointment appeared upon her fair face .

" Im sorry you had to see this , Ann. " I answered .

I offered her a warm embrace .

" There is no point in withholding any further information from your friend , " Peter said solemnly .

" Your secret is safe with me , " she answered .

Ann returned my embrace , I noticed that despite her tear streaked face there was a new found joy in her eyes. This sudden change puzzled me . I turned away from her to face Peter , he no longer appeared to be angry there was only a look of hope and silent sorrow.

" How could we get mother to Narnia , I said calmly. " Even if we could , she does not have the strength to travel through forests ."

Before Peter could respond , Ann spoke in his behalf.

" Poor sensible Susan, " she cried . " Surely , the Great Lion will find a way . Besides, the air of Narnia would be enough to heal her ".

Peter and I could only stare at Ann in surprise . I always thought that I knew everything about her . Ann lived in our neighborhood for many years , she also attended the very same boarding school . Our families had always been very close friends.

Ann seemed to be amused by our bewilderment .

" My grandmother told me tales about a Great Lion , who lived in a magical country , " she explained." I never believed her until now. "

Peter smiled in awe , " You believe in Aslan without having seen him."

Ann nodded eagerly , " I have dreams about a Great Lion surrounded by mist."

This was too much !

Peter flashed a victorious smile in my direction .

" Its two against one , Su, " he said playfully .

I frowned at him, " Peter , please be serious ."

The air of childish humor swiftly faded away. For a moment , I thought I was looking at the High King from the Old Narnia.

" I am serious , " he said firmly ." We will get to Narnia" .

Of course , Ann glanced at me with hopeful eyes as she awaited my answer.

" Oh , alright , " I sighed in defeat .

Peter gave me a gentle hug . I saw relief and joy shining in his bright blue eyes . My faith in Aslan met a great deal to him . Peter would stop at nothing to convince me . My doubts seemed to deeply trouble him. I hated to cause Peter such pain, I know he means well.

" Im sorry , " I said softly.

I gently squeezed his hand , he returned the gesture with a tender smile .

Suddenly, a startled cry came from the living room. Peter , Ann and I rushed into the living room . A shining silver portal hovered above mother . Seven giant swans pulling a great chariot rested at the portals threshold . Without a word , Peter gathered mother into his arms.

" Every thing is going to be alright ", he whispered to her.

I placed my hand upon Peters shoulder , as I stood beside him . The magical light was pulling us toward the portal. I looked back at Ann, a silent question burned in her eyes.

" Come with us ", I shouted .

Without hesitation , she caught hold of me . In a flurry of light and feathers , the swans swiftly carried us

away.