The Heart of Narnia
By RogueFan212000
Author notes: Im suffering from writers block. I seem to be hitting a dead end with this story. Any feed back would be helpful. By the way, there will be no romance in this story.
The swan chariot rested in a grassy field, near a little pond . The ripples of water glistened like diamonds shards in the warm sun . In Narnia , the air seemed different . It was light and sweet unlike the world of man.
Even a simple breeze had healing power . Mother gasped at the beauty of it all. A glow of health was slowly returning to her pale flesh. Peter and I carefully helped mother to her feet, while Ann spread a blanket upon the soft grass.
Mother settled down against the bright quilt. " It is like a small piece of heaven," she said .
" It is greater than all my dreams", Ann whispered .
I sat between Ann and mother . Peter sat across from us. I glanced at him . There was a weary sorrow in his gentle eyes. The beauty of Narnia was only a painful reminder , that we could never share it with father.
I knew that life was never meant to be fair , but this did not stop the pain. How could Peter still believe in Aslan or the deep magic , after losing father ? A voice called me away from my dark thoughts. Of Course, it was Peter .
" Su , will you come with me to fetch some fruit ," he asked.
I nodded. We silently walked towards an apple tree, but stopped a few paces before reaching it.
" How can we tell them ?", he whispered.
His voice was almost lost on the wind. His mournful expression nearly broke my heart . No doubt , visions of a wailing Lucy and a bitter Edmund filled his mind , as well as mine.
" It will be the worst for Ed , " he said sadly.
Edmund tried so hard to make father proud. Tears came to my eyes at this thought . I did not try to wipe them away. I turned away from Peter. I knew I should not blame Aslan , but part of me wanted too.
So many emotions swept over me . Peter embraced me . He rested his face against my hair . He always tried to be the strong one. He was the one who tried to have faith , when a situation seemed impossible.
I slowly pulled out of his embrace. I knew he would try to carry the burden of caring for the family upon himself.
" We will care for them together , " I said softly. " You do not always have to be the rock. A family only desires love , not perfection ."
I gently placed my hand against his cheek . I was relieved to finally see tears. I did not think that Peter was weak for crying . I loved him all the more because he cried.
As promised , we returned with an armful of apples to share with Ann and mother . Uncomfortable , silence rest heavy upon us as we sat by the little pond. The moment which Peter and I dreaded most had finally come.
An affectionate purr could be heard in the distance , along with laughter , that was very familiar . Aslan leapt out of the bushes . He carried Edmund and Lucy upon his back .
Little Lu rolled off the Great Lions back. She raced toward us. Edmund followed closely behind her.
" Mommy," she cried with delight. Mother beamed as she embraced Lucy and Edmund . A rare smile brightened Eds normally solemn face. I hated to shatter their happiness with news of Fathers death.
To be continued …… Please Review
