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A shining figure stands solemnly beside his charge, a young girl by the name of Lucy. His seven-foot frame towers over the child, his left wing extending slightly to cover her back protectively. Though she cannot see him, he gazes sadly at her, watching her as she hugs her stuffed rabbit tightly. Lucy has been through much that day, leaving the only home she has ever known for a strange one. He is thankful that she has not been separated from her two brothers and sister.
He frowns at the middle-aged woman, who is reprimanding his charge's older sister, Susan, for being overly curious about a statue. "They are only children," he murmurs to his companions, the guardians to the three other children.
They nod in agreement, but their opinion does not matter. They may only watch; not intervene. They are silent and invisible guardians; only to step forward when their charges are in danger.
The guardian chuckles as his charge frowns out the window watching the rain pour. The children decide on a game of hide-and-seek, much to the amusement of their guardians, who nod to each other as they leave to follow their respective charges.
Lucy giggles as she runs through the house, and her guardian glides after her, smiling softly. She is special, and he feels blessed to be her keeper. He follows her to an empty room, except for a tall, wide object covered by a dusty sheet.
His eyes narrow as it is uncovered, revealing a wardrobe with strange or fairytale-like images engraved upon. Something is odd about this wardrobe. Otherworldly, but familiar.
Lucy, clueless to her guardian's confusion, or existence, jumps in to hide from her seeker brother, Peter. Once inside, the guardian begins to understand why his charge is so special, and his confusion turns to joy at the prospect of what is in store.
He is glad to watch as Lucy and her siblings are thrown into another world full of mystery and magic. He is excited to hear of his Master, and that their charges will soon meet Him. He is bereaved when one of his companions is forced to follow his charge, Edmund, toward the enemy. He prays nothing will come of it. He and the remaining two guardians watch with pride as Peter, Susan, and Lucy receive their gifts from Father Christmas.
Now, the guardian is torn. He longs to run the wolf through who is goading young Peter, though he doubts his desire is as strong as Peter's own guardian, whose features are grim and set with anger and disdain. They are torn between their silent watching and duty to protect. They ready themselves for anything in case of the worst, but Peter does not even lunge for the wolf, for the waterfall is being freed from its frozen state.
The boy calls to his sisters, drives his sword into the ice, and prepares for the worst. The three guardians nod to each other, their path clear now. Their wings extend and cover the three children, taking most of the blow from the deluge, as the water engulfs the children. They work to guide the fragile raft to the surface, and leave the rest to the beavers.
But, the guardian does not take his eyes from his charge. Lucy is small, and he watches as she begins to slip from her brother's grasp, falling into the raging river. Quickly, his arms surround her, helping her stay afloat enough to grasp the edge of the bank. He sighs in relief along with her siblings on her return to them.
His heart quickens at the sight of blooming flowers, anticipation building for his charge at the thought of her approaching meeting with his Master. They were almost there.
His heart swells with loyalty and reverence as he joins the masses and his companions in a bow. He cannot stop the small chuckle that leaves his lips at the sight of the three children's confusion. He knows the moment He steps out of the tent, every fiber of his being is screaming his Creator is near. His head raises when his Master greets the three children and bows again when his Master gives him and his companions silent praise at their success on bringing their charges to Him.
The guardian's small charge is grinning from ear to ear at the sight of his Master. She cannot help her joy, for reasons he knows she does not yet understand. His heart is filled with joy at the glimpse of the future she will have.
Sorry it's so short. This was going to be longer but I lost inspiration. Being a teacher drains you... And when's the last time I wrote a fic for this fandom? Umm… I don't know… So I got a boyfriend, my grandmother died, found out I have an older brother who died very young (that was a shocker), got engaged to said boyfriend, graduated college, got a teaching job, got my masters, married said boyfriend, and have been teaching for three years and married for one. Good Lord. It has been a long time… I hope that kinda explains my disappearance from this site, at least when it comes to writing. (I've been happily reading as a de-stresser. Yay for Rurouni Kenshin and Legend of Zelda fics!)
NOTE: Happily married rant below!
I TOTALLY WALKED DOWN TO THE NARNIA SOUNDTRACK AT MY WEDDING! Only the Beginning of the Adventures was my song choice, and it was timed perfectly that I entered with the chapel doors opening to the big crescendo that Peter stands to after his crowning. Oh yeah! I did that! I walked in like a queen! (I know that sounds really bridezilla of me, but this was the only thing I couldn't bend on. I'm serious. My bridesmaids said I was chillest bride ever. I made sure to NOT be that bridezilla.) My dress was a medieval style, with bell sleeves! THE SLEEVES UGH! BEST PART OF THE DRESS! And my mom found it at GOODWILL! So, I ended up being dressed as if Lucy had gotten married. Yes, I had a Narnia themed wedding, with a little LotR, because that's my husband's fandom, and I had a crown like Arwen's. :) And I married the love of my life, who is a nerd like me, and we have every intention of naming a boy Peter and a girl Lucy. Everything was perfect.
NOTE: Happily married rant over.
Anywho, I finally got inspiration for this fandom when watching LWW with my husband not too long ago. (As you can see, I've never left it and probably think about it everyday, just hadn't had a good idea for a fic.) Specifically the scene when the three Pevensies get swallowed by the waterfall. I thought, "Wow, I can just see angel wings hovering over them as they get swallowed. Aslan is looking out for them even now." So… this fic came about.
Also, this is the first fic that I capitalized the pronouns for Aslan. Lol. I usually don't, holding to C.S. Lewis's style, except when he is actually referred to as Jesus, which is at the VERY end of The Last Battle. But due to the nature of this fic, I thought it would be best to capitalize. :)
I'm pretty sure there are some of my fans who screaming, "ARE YOU GOING TO GET BACK TO YOUR OTHER STORIES!?" Well…. umm… I'm not sure. I'd like to, but I'm a full-time kindergarten teacher, and honestly, I don't have much spare time or spare creative power to write consistently. I have only been able to write in spurts, which explains why I mostly write one-shots. And, when I try to edit my old writing, it hurts… I mean it's painful to read that awful writing, and I just want to throw the towel in and start all over, which I know I have no time for. This is especially true for The Star and the Narnian. I'm sorry to all of you who have been waiting for updates. Someday, I will get to it. But thank you for taking the time to read this fic.
Again, I am sorry. The Lord Jesus bless you.