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.
