"Wh-hoa! Look at all that!" Jason exclaimed, surprised by the sight (we all were, but…). Two centaurs galloped up to us, and held axes crossed in front of us before we could react.
"Who are you three?" one of the centaurs asked.
"Hey, we don't want any trouble. We just want to get away from that snow," I told him. My boots were still wet. It sucked.
"Could they be spies?" the other centaur asked the first one.
"Highly doubtful. These three look like the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve. What shall we do with them?" he replied.
"Let us take them to Aslan. Surely he will know what to do with them," the second centaur said.
"Come with us," the first centaur told us, leading us forward. Not wanting any trouble, we complied. He led us through a camp filled with various mythological creatures and walking, talking animals. After only a few minutes, we reached the tent at the far end of the camp. This one was larger, more grandiose. A great lion came treading out of the tent as we approached.
"Aslan, we found this small group of humans on the outskirts of our encampment. What shall we do with them?" he asked of the lion.
"Leave them here. I will decide what shall be done with them," he replied.
"Very well," the centaurs replied, then walked off.
"So, what brings you three to my camp?" he asked us. "The Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve are already accounted for. What brings you here?"
"Well…" Jason started, but Amy quickly interrupted.
"We want to help you in your battle," Amy told him.
"What! Amy, it's not our…" I began, but was interrupted by a roar from Aslan.
"Stop your bickering. Please, tell me why you are here," he asked us again.
"We're going to help you. Isn't that right, Jason?" she said. It was a rhetorical question, but he replied anyway.
"Just tell me more about what's going on. I'll help, already. Geez…" he muttered.
"We are preparing to do battle with the evil White Witch, who aims to hold Narnia in an eternal winter. She is also very cruel, and kills all who oppose her with her," he told us.
"Well, I can't sit back while something like that happens! I'm in!" he proclaimed.
"What of you?" Aslan asked me.
"… I must politely decline," I told them, walking off.
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I sat on a cliff overlooking the camp, viewing the sunset. The wind blew through the air, ruffling my jacket. I sensed someone was walking toward me. I already knew who it was, so I wasn't surprised when Aslan stood beside me.
"Why did you not offer to help us in our battle? You seem to know of all the events that are happening, yet for some reason, you do not help us. Why?" he asked.
"… It's not my place. Even if it were, I won't help anyone who deals in absolutes," I told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"… you say the White Witch is evil, yet to her, you are evil. Believing that you are the 'good' force, and your enemies are the 'evil' force is, as I see it, naïve," I told him.
"Intriguing. Please, go on," he asked of me.
"Well, who you view as evil, they view themselves as good. And, those that oppose you believe they are good and you are evil. So, in the end, nobody is 'good' or 'evil.' Such terms are simply used to justify what one is doing to an opposing force," I said. "Nothing is as simple as black and white. In the end, it's a matter of ideals, and how far people are willing to go to achieve those ideals."
"You are far wiser than I had anticipated. Still, will you help us? The White Witch's army is far vaster than our own. Would you be willing to help?" Aslan asked again.
I shrugged. "Maybe, if I feel like it," I answered. With that, the great lion tread off, leaving me alone to watch the sunset.